Return of the Class 8 Mage
50.2. Break the limit (1)

The next step is to test the effect.

And the right target is there.

"Mr Mcgedie."

"Yes?"

Ian stands. Then he aimed his wand at Mcgedie's face, while injecting enough mana to operate the new script formula.

*Woooom*

The gray glow from the stick made Mcgedie tangle. Soon surprising things happen. Some of the spells at Mcgedie, such as 'Face Off' that changed his face like a man, and the 'Voice Change' spell, etc disappeared.

"Eh.. huh?"

She started to become a woman.

His body and voice began to return to his original status.

"Why this.... Hick!"

Mcgedie quickly closed her mouth after hearing her voice. He quickly checked his face. His smaller nose and thinner chin answered him instead. Every magic he used to change his appearance was canceled.

"Cancellation?"

He had learned this magic as well. Although he could not use it, he knew some famous high-level spells. And this spell is one of them. It was a spell that 'Reliminated' the 'supporting magic' of the target by chance. It must have been a 'Cancellation' magic written on the staff.

(ED note: Yugioh who? Dispels?)

“S, Mr. Ian...?”

He looked at Ian with round eyes. He asked Ian to explain the situation.

"It works fine."

Ian could not answer. His head was full of sticks. He didn't listen or look at Mcgedie.

'Now will be perfect with communication balls.'

With Ian's single swing, a communication ball came out of his bag and flew into his hand. The size and appearance are perfect as the final decoration for the top of the staff.

"Bite it."

Immediately, the staff branch began to make the communication ball crumpled as if it could listen to Ian's commands. It caught him firmly.

"That's right. A good boy."

Ian stroked the staff as if taking care of a dog. Soon, he looked around. Naturally, his eyes met Mcgedie's.

"Where is the great landlord?"

"...... What's?"

Mcgedie was so embarrassed.

On the other hand, Ian was calm.

"I'd better get back....."

"T, wait a minute, Mr. Ian!"

Mcgedie blocked Ian's way. He was a little worried so he dared to block his senior path, but he had to listen to his answer.

"H, how do you know?"

"What are you asking?"

"T, that I'm disguised as a man...."

"Ah."

Ian nodded his head with a dry expression.

"I knew that from the beginning."

"D, right?"

"There is a complete detailed report of the witch carried out in the Ivory Tower report, of course. I've checked everything before, Mcgedie."

Exactly right.

What Ian said was natural.

Ian was one of the heads of the Ivory Tower.

He must have known about that.

Mary, who was her real name, started blushing on her face.

"T, then why don't you tell ......"

"I just think you have a personal reason. I think the great landlords already know about it. The personal details of the guided magician were always left to the landlord as well."

It's also quite natural. However, Mary's face was getting red and red; it seemed like her face was about to explode. Although it made sense for the witch to be done, she did not think about it.

"Then....."

He began to remember all his past actions. He acted as a male in front of Ian, furthermore, to the landlord as well. He remembered from one to ten.

'Me, I'm stupid.......'

He started to blame himself.

"T, then what about the army...?"

"No. They don't know about it. Me and the landlord, ah, and the other witches as well. That's all you know about you."

"I think you'll know about that. But, I'm sorry if I offended you."

"T, no. Not necessary. It's just....."

Mary moved aside unnaturally. He was confused, and wanted to calm down. He did not block Ian's path to accept his apology.

"T, then do your business!"

Finally, he ran out of the room.

"Hm."

Ian felt he was doing something wrong.

However, he could not understand his feelings perfectly.

Ian wondered.

'Didn't he just need to disguise again?'

There's no idea.

Scratching his head, Ian left his room. He had to report to the great landlord before leaving the place. Ian completed his mission.

"Let's go back to my house."

It's a lot more fun having a home to go back to than Ian thought.

*Beating! Defeat!*

Even the thought of his home made his heart beat fast.

It's beating really fast....

"... Huh uh?"

But it looks more than usual. Although he had been looking forward to returning home, it was too much.

*Beating! Defeat! Defeat! Defeat!*

Literally, the punch sounded like it was about to explode.

He had never suffered such a beating, including his previous and current life.

Even drinking a few and a half herbs, which stimulated the activity of the heart mana, would not cause his heart to beat like this.

"Eh.....!"

Now he's starting to feel pain.

He has thought of every possibility.

Is there something wrong with her body?

'Suddenly, why?'

The heart starts beating faster and rougher.

His heart began to release mana.

Ian started to feel dizzy.

'Maybe.'

Suddenly, there was one possibility that hit Ian's head.

He was aware of the state of his mana heart, which was still immature.

"Maybe....."

Which sign of heart growth?

That's not certain.

However, it is worth checking.

Ian sat down quickly to breathe mana.

"Whoops...!"

While tolerating the severe pain from his heart, Ian began to breathe mana. Although each of his breaths was quite painful, he held it back again and again.

"If this is what I'm expecting."

His mana pool reached its limit 5 years ago.

But this time, he might be able to break through his limits.

Then, he might overcome a 5th grade master.

'Being a beginner of class 6'.

(ED Note: So I never realized that between classes there were subclasses as well because Ian was bleeding too fast. It turns out that in every class there are beginners and masters. Not too sure if there's a medium or medium but maybe we'll know once he's really stuck again or something.)

Blood flowed in the opposite direction leaking from his lips, nose and ears. It was dead and dark blood. Anyone who saw Ian's current status would be shocked. Fortunately, he is not home at the moment.

'If my mother sees this ....'

He's gonna faint.

Even in the pool of pain, Ian smiled.

His breath reached its end.