Return of the Class 8 Mage
55. Unexpected hero (3)

"Did you see? Did you? Ha ha ha!"

The meeting was supposed to be held for a few days. However it had been ended earlier by Hayden Greenriver and Ian Page, who thought of everything and not by Ragnar as everyone expected.

"Your majesty."

“Ah, Captain. You should have seen it! ”

With the Crown Prince's happy face, Oliver was relieved. He too, was very nervous about this meeting.

“I destroyed the board….. Khmmm, before this, let's drink some wine and start my story. We haven't enjoyed it in a long time, have we? And let's go around this town for a second. We don't always have a chance to come to Demidera, do we?”

The Crown Prince looked at Ian and Oliver. Like he said, when is the next chance to play around? Ian nodded, and Oliver remained silent but with a positive attitude.

"Ha ha ha! Goody. Ian, you're almost an adult, aren't you? I'll teach you how to drink like a real man, a real man has a special wa.

"Crown Prince, Your Majesty."

While the Crown Prince was thinking about alcohol, Ragnar, who did not have a single chance to speak and was supposed to be the council's main hero, approached the Crown Prince.

He smiled a fake smile.

"What."

“It was amazing. Today, your sister learned many things ”

Even with the cold response from the Crown Prince, Ragnar praised him. He controlled his facial expression very well. However, today, he could not really hide his true emotions perfectly.

'His mouth was smiling, but his mind was not smiling.'

Not only Ian, the Crown Prince felt the same way.

'It's good.'

This was the first time he had defeated Ragnar, and his excitement was unbelievably good.

His old hatred was mostly resolved by this event.

'No more bad feelings, either.'

On ordinary days, whenever the Crown Prince met other princes, especially Ragnar, he felt a pressure squeezing his heart. However, he currently felt nothing.

'That's weird.'

Although the Crown Prince did not know that the feeling he used to feel was actually inferiority. However, this time, he was not inferior to Ragnar anymore. Therefore, he did not feel a bad feeling.

'Maybe because I feel good today?'

After he made a brief conclusion, he laughed out loud.

While patting Ragnar's arm, he replied warmly.

"Ha huh! That's good to hear, brother. ”

Thanks to his response, Ragnar's hatred grew even greater. The pitiful Crown Prince used to growl at him in humility. So, whenever Ragnar saw his struggle, he felt happy. It makes him feel superior. But this time it was different.

“You too, uh... what's his name again? Ah yes! Practice! Always practice, and train yourself! And…. Whatever, do your best. Do you understand?"

Ragnar now lost his smile completely.

He barely held back to make his face angry.

He had not expected to hear such nonsense from the Crown Prince.

His pride is ruined.

'Fuck!'

After resetting his face, Ragnar turned his face away. If he continued to look at that idiot's face, he would not be able to calm his mind anymore.

"It's all the boy's fault."

He looked at Ian.

An existence that made him the most uncomfortable at the moment. You dick!

'The bastard destroyed everything...!'

Ragnar gritted his teeth. The Crown Prince, the knight who protected the idiot, and the witch who helped the idiot,

'I'll make them all regret it. I swear'.

Despite Ragnar's feelings, the Crown Prince is excited about tonight's party. He meant it.

“Oke okay, let's have fun! We'll blow all the fatigue out of last week. Oliver, you too, relax and enjoy tonight. Don't be too tight, okay? Ian, you too, you'll be growing up soon so…. Ah, did I tell you this?”

While the Crown Prince was getting excited, the,

“People, so…. Huh uh?"

Ian's body started to turn. The Crown Prince was the first to notice the change. Soon, most people recognized Ian's change. Not only Oliver and Ragnar, but also the Greenriver embassy and its guards who stood far away saw the change.

“I, Ian? What the hell is going on? Your body….."

To be exact, Ian's body started to blur. At first, his body was a little fuzzy, but as time went on, his body started to blur more severely.

“I think that's my limit.”

"Removed? Whatchu mean?"

(ED Note: Until now I completely forgot she was a doll ... Because I didn't let go for so long ..)

The Crown Prince could not understand what he was saying.

Limiting? What limits?

What does he mean?

"I'm sorry, but I think it's better that we enjoy the feast at the Royal Palace."

"So what do you mean….."

"I'll tell you in detail,"

Immediately, his face started to blur, hence, his voice also started to blur.

"At Royal Pala ......"

Ian's body disappeared like a mirage.

When everyone is caught up in shame,

The Tower Master opened his mouth.

His voice was very different from usual.

It was full of nervousness.

“A, a picture? So he has been a picture for a while …? ”

He's completely lost his mind.

“No such drawing spell ...”

In his understanding, it was impossible. Mirror Image only allowed its casters to create dolls that could do nothing but stand. He had never seen or heard of a puppet that could speak, move, cast a spell, and last for a week.

“So all the plans we have prepared...”.

Since his mind was lost, it made him say something until Ragnar pulled the Tower Master robe quietly. Thanks to that, he woke up from disorientation (delusions?), and quickly covered his mouth.

'So all the plans we prepared were made into toys,'

Unbelievable puppet magic.

Although it was hard to believe, everyone saw it with their own eyes.

It was a new kind of magic that he did not know about.

'With her puppet magic?'

Literally, their plan was 'played' by Ian's puppet. The Tower Master thought of himself as the 'Magic Peak', but he was made into a toy by the young boy, the magic puppet Ian Page.

“……”

Tower Lord Habert lost his words.

His pride was trampled.

He's been through about 70 years.

He had never felt such shame in his life.

'Ha ha ha…..'

Many people are watching him.

He couldn't laugh out loud.

But the way Tower Lord laughed was strange.

Her laugh was incredible. It was based on something that came from his deep ego, 'madness'.

"Sir. This is a document of the plan for the rebuilding of the border village. Please read and tell us what things you need....”.

"There's nothing."

"I'm sorry?"

It was the basement of the Pieric provincial castle gymnasium.

More than 10 days have passed since Ian became unconscious by the Puppet Game spell. However, the great landlord and his best soldiers were still fully armored. Except when they eat or go to the toilet, they continue to protect the gymnasium by taking turns.

“How many times do I have to tell you? I'm giving you the authority to make any decisions for a while, haven't I told you before? ”

“B, but..”

"Unless you dare secretly create a personal advantage."

Your great landlord again snatched his axe calmly. With his threatening sight, the middle-aged secretary was shocked

“P, personal advantage? Why do you speak like that to me …. ”

"I know I know. I know you can be trusted. In any case, support the rebuilding project as much as we can. If it is still lacking, use the money from my family cache. Did you copy? ”

"Y, yes, my lord."

“Then go back. I need to protect my benefactor. ”

Ian Page, provincial philanthropist.

It was a true honor and responsibility to achieve his benevolent kindness. Although it was getting longer than he thought, but it was part of it.

“Z…. Phew.....!”

Not everyone is armed and awake like you and the soldiers. Mary, who was sitting next to Ian, was sleeping soundly.

“Zzz..

“Mrs Maria.”

“Fiuh ...”

“Mrs Maria.”

"Huh….?"

Maria opened her eyes.

“Eh!”

As her costume magic was removed, she made a strange shout.

"Sir…. Ian?”

"Old not meet."

“K, are you awake?

"As you can see."

Ian's still lying down.

He could not move his body.

He did not move his body for more than ten days.

Although he minimized his body cycle with the help of magic, but it was not perfect.

“You're fine….. Right?”

“It looks like I have some problems at the moment. I feel a headache, I can't move and most importantly, ”

Ian paused for a moment.

Shortly after, he opened his mouth.

"My stomach."

"Huh? Your stomach? Do you feel any stomach pain?”

"No, I'm hungry."

He never told anyone that he was hungry, except for his mother. But he can't take it anymore. Even a mage cannot control their body cycle perfectly.

"Much."

Ian stressed.