Return of the Class 8 Mage
60.2 The rise of the strongest (1)

"Sir Ian asked me to help him by delaying the scheduled return of the embassy as soon as he disappeared."

"Pending? Why?"

"He didn't tell me why. I've never seen illusory magic like Sir Ian showed us, but I guess it's related to that. Even the Tower Master was surprised by his new spell."

The main person who postponed the return plan of the embassy, was captain Oliver Raywood.

"There must be a serious reason why he should use such high-class magic. I think he needs extra time to cover up his problems."

The Crown Prince accepted Oliver's suggestion. On behalf of the successful council, he held many parties, and by using the army's health issues as an excuse, he reduced the speed of the march. Furthermore, he rested whenever he had the chance.

"Haha! With my words, Coldwood and Lo it became silent! And as a result, I said to them 'this magic is a unique magic from my country, so give us extra territory to distribute!' until then...."

Although they were only about ten days away from the palace, he delayed the march. In a relatively large village, he stopped the march and held a small party. WHO'S? Crown Prince, knights and soldiers.

"Hmmm.... I've been repeating it too much, haven't I?"

"Huh? N, not at all, Your Majesty. It doesn't bother us at all. This is a true heroic story that pumps our hearts in joy. If you allow it, we want to hear it again and again."

The middle-aged soldier said it as a representative of the other soldiers. However they enjoyed the success of the Crown Prince greatly. If Ragnar had such success, they would not have been surprised because Ragnar used to be a man on a different level of the world, but it was a completely different story for the Crown Prince.

"Is that so? Haha! Then I'll keep talking. Where do I stop? Uh! So I told them that 'this resource detection magic is our very unique technology', so I asked them to 'give us more territory!' the first time, they kept giving me excuses, so I...."

It's kind of 'representative satisfaction' for them. A few days ago, the Crown Prince was ridiculed for his stupidity and helplessness. Although few felt he had changed, the majority greatly underestimated him. They thought he was just an untalented prince born into a good family fortunately. However, such a person leads the council and brings many advantages to their country. It was Crown Prince Hayden, the idiot Crown Prince.

"......"

On the other hand, the 5th prince Ragnar, who was watching such a scene from a distance, he went into the tent while gritting his teeth. It was the tent of the Tower Lord.

"Your majesty."

The Tower Master was reading some letters. As written on the paper, it seemed like the letter was a confidential report.

"Now what?"

Ragnar asked coldly. He knew the whole situation and this council was originally planned by the Tower Master. It was just a plan for Ragnar. However, he could do nothing. Only that idiot Crown Prince took advantage on this stage.

"And what have I said before? Ian Page had to be exterminated before he became more of a threat to us, right? And I've been saying this for years, am I wrong?"

"Indeed, you said that to me Your Majesty."

"And with what do you answer whenever I tell you about him? You gave me a reason that you would turn it into mine as a powerful weapon, so wait a minute, right?"

"That's right, it is."

"But, now what? Is Ian a useful weapon for me? He's a weapon that blocks our way and destroys our plans."

Even at Ragnar's sharp question, Tower Lord still smiled. While checking his report, he said softly.

"I'm sorry, this old man made the wrong decision. I should have handled it quickly, in a hurry. Who would have thought that he would create magic like never before?"

According to the report, Ian's illusion had also appeared in the Royal Palace. That meant he made more than one of these superior illusions. Now he was not angry with her, but respected her. Respect as a mage for another mage.

"Your Majesty, I won't give you any more excuses. I won't guarantee anything this time. But our wait is over."

"More?"

"I'm asking you to wait before, and today is the last day to wait. Everything is ready now."

With that said, as the Tower Master gestured, surprisingly, someone was revealed from the corner of the tent. Although the entire face of the mysterious person was covered by a black robe and veil, but that person clearly had the body line of a woman.

"Creating a completely new mantra, it's not just Ian Page who was successful. Come Helene. Greet Your Majesty."

With her orders, the black-robed woman, the one who caused the entire vortex in the Great Eastern Grassland by passing on a special illusion to the Shaman King, 'Helene' revealed her face. Immediately, he knelt down and bowed to Ragnar.

"That's...honor.. salam ..... noble......."

However, his voice was strange. It was slow and boring. Furthermore, his voice was very dark. Ragnar knows Helene very well. He used to be arrogant, didn't he? His current voice was completely outside of his common character.

"Ah, I greet you. Hels...... What the....!"

Ragnar looked into Helene's eyes.

Heart's shaken.

He could barely help himself from fainting.

Helene's eyes are no longer human eyes.

There was no white part in his eyes.

His eyes were full of black.

He looks like a demon from an old story.

"Don't panic, my lord. He's still a human being, and my royal servant and now he's your royal servant."

As the Tower Master gestured, he covered his face with a hood again. From him, no more arrogance or emotion was expressed.

"And that annoying pest witch friend will soon devote her life to you. So please forgive my previous mistake generously."

During the previous 5 years, or perhaps even more than that, the Tower Master researched 'Black Magic' discreetly. The wild card from Tower Lord, which he did not need in his previous life, would soon be revealed.

(ED Note: Kira Ian won't have a continuous smooth cruise. Hopefully TL will be interesting and will not just crumble even though he might just be rolled up.)

About 7 days left until the embassy returned, in front of the Ivory Tower field, many magicians, except the Tower Master and Archmage who joined the embassy, had gathered in one place. Ian was there.

"This is the latest version of mana storage. In the case of mage classes, this can save a lot of mana. About 6th class I guess?"

'Vans', who had been a rookie engineer in the 'thram workshop' 5 years ago, was now an official engineer and was considered the most talented young engineer in the workshop. He explained which storage feature was new.

"Honestly, since we don't have data higher than 5th grade, it's not guaranteed, but do you remember you asked for the test last time? At that time, this mana storage contained 90% of where the Tower of God was very easily."

Vans' explanation was relayed to every witch gathered here. The giant device that was sent to the front field of the Ivory Tower was mana storage, its capacity was increased by far more than the previous mana storage.

"B, but Sir Ian. Forgive my rudeness, as I know, I don't know which hextech device requires this much storage. I wonder what this is for ..... Y, you don't need to tell me if it's personal!"

But still, Vans face was filled with curiosity. If he needs a large amount of mana, than it is much cheaper, and compact to use some standard mana connected storage, than this unnecessary giant storage.

"It's been a long time since I updated my class enrollment, and I'll be doing it today."

"Class registration?"

Class registration.

Every time the official mages of the Ivory Tower overcame his class level, they registered their current new level. And Ian didn't do it with his full strength. Therefore, in the record, Ian was officially only known as a 4th class mage .

'Thanks, there are a lot of rumors going around.'

Some said he was hiding his full potential, and some said he had just met his limits. Many rumors were made, and most people agreed with the second rumor. So, most of the witches knew Ian Page as a 4th master of the class, but nothing more. Still, he was the second strongest magician, so what he achieved in the record was already quite great.

"Isn't another Archmage usually doing class registration by using some of the connected storage? As I know, the Tower Master does it the same way...."

"I think I'm gonna need more than that."

"What?"

Ian didn't reply to Vans anymore. Instead, he carried a giant mana storage in the middle of the field with his magic. Everyone's eyes became round.

"Me, is that possible....?"

"I don't think so."

The gathered witches started to make a fuss. There was only one reason why they were gathered here. Ian suddenly admitted to class registration. Although 5 years had passed, Ian was still the Archmage of 'blonde', the second of the Ivory Tower, and the idol of the young witches.

*Destroy!*

The giant storage could be seen by everyone now.

Ian put his hand in the barn.

"I'm sure you already know why I'm here. During the induction of Archmage, I awakened the next level of magic. Now, I want to show my new achievements to my colleagues, first."

Ian had a short and powerful speech.

What kind of enlightenment gives a new level of magic to the mighty 4th class of magicians? Exactly how strong is he now? The eyes of the witches were filled with curiosity.

"Initially, it was courtesy to show this registration after Mr. Tower returned from the mission, but I can't stop this excitement anymore. Therefore, even though I know this is disrespectful, but I want to show you my new achievements as soon as possible. ."

With Ian's words, many witches nodded. They are witches. Witches are born with innate curiosity and investment. They all knew the excitement of stepping up to a new level.

"So I hope you can understand my joy, happiness, and recognition for what I experienced. Actually I'm sure you'll all understand."

Ian was sure they would understand. It was the only genuine part of Ian's speech. Before the Tower Lord returns, Ian will immediately register his new level.

'From now on, I'm the strongest.'