Return of the Class 8 Mage
62. full-fledged war (1)

Full Scale War (1)  

The tower lord, Herbert, felt the subtle gazes of the witches ever since he entered the Ivory Tower and reached the height of the tower master's room. Of course he knows the reason. He had received Intel from several people before entering the castle. However, he did not anticipate such behavior from his entry point into the tower.  

“Class 6, already class 6. Ha ha.”

The tower lord released mana in a great way after a hollow laugh. Many documents and books, chairs and other things had been scattered all over the place. The repressed anger seemed to have finally mastered it.

 “Vicious plans like that are being worked on.”

He regarded him as a ruler, as a king, among the novices. It was expected that his level was only as high as the beginning of the 5th grade level. ‘The level at which it can be controlled as I please.’ 5 years of thorough background investigation and private tutoring have been clearly whispered to the tower lord.

 ‘ beginner....!’

But, it didn't happen.

She is a 6th class grand witch.

Even the five high-level mages followed him.

He had lost half of the Ivory Tower. No, maybe, even more.

It feels as if everything is gone.

Everything that was cultivated for decades.

Hatred and loss have taken hold of it.

 ‘Quiet. Think Herbert.’

He was still a rookie no matter how great he was at the moment. A 17-year-old this year. I can't lose everything for that? Especially for someone who is none other than Herbert, the ruler as the ruler of the Ivory Tower tower for decades.  

 ‘It must be restored. Everything must be returned to its own place.’

There is no time to waste.

Great urgency came to him.

It had to be taken care of before he became stronger.

Before he gained even more power.

 “……”

The tower lord was preoccupied with great attention.

Suddenly, he activated the communication channel.

It was a direct line of communication to his magician assistant.

 “Marco, come here briefly.”

Soon after, a young witch appeared, riding the elevator. It was ‘Marco’, which had once been deployed to the Mogrian region and was already approaching its 3rd year since its task force had ended.  

 “Tuanku. Did you call me, Sir? ”

 “Ah, you are here.”

Marco's level is stable, has remained in 2nd grade, for the last 5 years. That alone was enough to make him an extremely talented magician. The majority of magicians could not surpass the level of 1st class, right?

 “I suddenly remembered the past. It's been over twenty years since I saw you for the first time. Marco, of course, you won't remember it because you are a newborn.

The tower master's face had been filled with hatred and caution towards Ian. The ugliness is nowhere to be seen. Instead, his face showed more kindness and affection than usual.  

“It's still clear to me. A baby wrapped in cloth looked at me and smiled. Maybe it's because I don't have children of my own. I can't imagine giving it to someone else. You, the.”

It is not widely known, but the ruler of the tower has taken the newborn Marco and taken care of him. Marco, instead, follows the tower lord as his own father. They have been like this ever since and the relationship continues to this day.

 “You crawl and stand on your feet…..I even forgot to do my job because of the joy of watching you grow. A child born with the gift of sorcery is not content to be gifted, but having grown into a validated sorcerer is certainly not anticipated. Now, can it even be imagined? ”

The tower lord looked at Marco with a pleasant face.

The tower lord looked at Marco with a pleasant face.

 “This old man is very proud of you.”

 “That's all because of your kindness, Milord.”

The exchange of pleasantries has been interrupted with it for a while.

It was the ruler of the tower, who would break the silence.

 “…..Ja. Go back to your room to continue your work. I just want to see you one more time. Have you not constantly wanted it in the past few days? ”

There was a certain sadness in the smile of the tower master.

Marco had felt that sadness without difficulty.

 “Tuanku.”

 “Um? What is it?”

Marco was also aware of what was happening inside the Ivory Tower. An even stronger mage had come to the scene, and nearly half of all the mages inside the Ivory Tower had started following him. Of course, the generational changes that the high-class witches made were common. But.

 ‘Master tower over my father.’

Marco began to speak.

The voice was full of determination.

 “If there is anything I can do to help, I will do all I can with my limited strength to support you, My Lord. Please instruct me. ”

 “Ha ha, I will only accept your words with gratitude.”

 “I'm sincere. My Lord, I owe you, you are my father and more important and greater than all that combined. If there is an opportunity to repay my debt, I can and will do anything.”

Marco's strong loyalty.

The tower lord just smiled..

 “Then....”.

After some time passed, smile.

Carefully, the tower master began to speak.

With pleasure, Marco answered.

 “At your command, Mr.”

 “Let's see …. Can you follow me?”

 “Anywhere Sir.”

 “Thank you. Really Thank you.”

Holding Marco's hand tightly, the tower lord had summoned a crystal ball at the corner of the table. Then the elevator used to access the tower master's room and the inter-floor communication lines all began to close. It often activated an order to close the area when silence was desired, or a secret meeting would be conducted.

 “Tuanku, if you close ....”

 “Ah, it's okay. There is an alternative path.”

The tower lord spoke as he took out a book from the bookshelf. It was a greenish-colored book and a mushroom that gave off an eerie feeling just by looking at it.

 “This book will guide us.”

 “.....Pak?”

Something amazing happened after the book was opened. Precisely it was as soon as mana was directed at him. Reflecting the color of the book cover, greenish energy radiated from the book. Could it be all? A circular ‘gerbang’ began to appear in the middle of the tower master's room.

 “This, this....?”

Marco muttered in shock.

It was a miracle he had seen for the first time.

Is it really magic?

 “Ayo, log in through here.”

 “To there, Sir?”

 “No need to fear. I'll go in first, so you can follow me without worry. ”

The tower lord entered through the greenish-colored circular gate as he spoke. It was as if he had done that many times before, there was not even a single minute's hesitation.

 “…..?”

Marco followed the tower lord after hesitating.

What he encountered was darkness.

On the other side of the gate was only total darkness.

 “Light.”

The voice of the tower master sounded from the darkness. At the same time, a bright light, a light spell was cast. Since it was a light spell given by the tower lord, its range of light was also enormous. It was as if the darkness would soon be torn apart.

The voice of the tower master sounded from the darkness. At the same time, a bright light, a light spell was cast. Since it was a light spell given by the tower lord, its range of light was also enormous. It was as if the darkness would soon be torn apart.

Marco was confused at the same time.

The pictures around it as if it was ‘prison’.

That is, a prison, built deep underground.

 “What is this place...”.

In each direction, there was only a metal cage, furthermore, the images of many people were seen through it. There was not even a minute of movement, but everyone was definitely breathing. The breath of a very weak life is in it.

 “Don't be too confused. They're just fuel.”

 “Fuel..., fuel, my lord? What are you talking about suddenly …. ”

The tower lord replied as if it was unimportant.

The moment he closed the book, the circular gate that brought them here immediately disappeared.

 “Are they not everyone?”

Marco approached the metal cage and observed the people held inside. Then he couldn't help, but was surprised. There are two reasons. The first reason was the fact of what he instantly recognized. The only dark eyes without white were what he encountered. They are not human eyes.  

 “Wait...”.

One other thing that caused even greater uproar and shock was there.

Among the crowd of dark eyes, Marco saw a familiar face.

 “Kris....?”

It was ‘Chris’, Marco's classmate from the academy. Even though he was pale, lost his right arm and shoulder, and even with hair, it was definitely Chris.

 “You must have ...”

 “Almost dead. Due to an accident during magic practice.”

The tower lord finished Marco's sentence. Chris must be his friend, who has died from an unfortunate accident during magic practice. But, ‘almost die’?

 “Most of the witches here are like that. Almost died during their mission, nearly died by accident, or nearly died of illness. There are some witches brought here from abroad. Those who are not witches will be picked up from the back alley.”

The tower master spoke calmly.

No more kindness.

Human ‘without emotion’.

That's the typical voice of people like that.

 “Again, they will only be at the bottom of society. They will live like trash all their lives. Just because someone is a witch doesn't make a big difference. They would not surpass the level range of grade 1. Being treated with contempt by others and the shame that comes with it. I just saved them from that hole.

 “What, What are you ...”

 “As fules, contribute to the kingdom of Ivory tower, the.”

As the ruler of the tower stopped talking, he stretched out the ‘stick of Ivory’ Tower into the empty air. Then ‘merah’ colored ‘life energy’ and ‘mana’ blue extracted from the people confined in the cage and started to fuse at the end of the stick.

 “Do not worry. I'm not gonna make you like them. I can promise you it”

With the spell of the tower lord, the life energy was deep red and the blue mana, at the end of the staff, began to turn black. Surely, it is ‘black magic’ itself, damaging all energy.

 “You're like my son, aren't you?”

Finally, the black magic of the tower lord wrapped around Marco. There's no way to escape. Even the shield magic doesn't work. Instead of slowing it down, it simply passes and is absorbed directly.

Finally, the black magic of the tower lord wrapped around Marco. There's no way to escape. Even the shield magic doesn't work. Instead of slowing it down, it simply passes and is absorbed directly.

 “Aaaaak....!”

Wrapped by the black energy, Marco's eyes began to blacken. Just as life energy and mana were losing natural light due to corruption, they turned pitch-black, so, not even a single blood vessel was visible.

 “……”

Marco fought for a while.

The meaningless struggle is over.

However, there was still a breath left within him.

 “Marco, rise.”

From such circumstances, Marco immediately rose on the orders of the tower lord. It's the same as Helene. There were no more white men in the eyes and in absolute obedience to the tower lord. Stale and rough breathing is also felt. He was reborn as the ultimate ‘pion’.

 “There is still a lot to achieve. You have to hold on longer. ”

The greed of the tower master did not stop there.

A pawn that has more than its normal appearance.

He needs a near-perfect pawn.

 ‘Pion that will not make others feel uncomfortable.’

That was the final destination of the tower lord. A perfect pawn, except with blind fidelity, that can be used in light, not darkness.  

 “I offer you success. There's not much time. So, you are being activated. ”

Once again, the tower lord had absorbed the life energy and mana from them were confined within the metal cage. From the silence without a single shout, the second black magic had begun.

 “You're like a good luck charm. The only charm that survives when mana bombs rain down on the village.”

It's different than before. In fact, it's completely the opposite. The eyes that had been pitch-black now began to turn white. It is as if the ‘purity’ process is underway.

 “Sana.”

Delighted by the transformation, the tower master nodded his head.

He had anticipated that this situation to be a reality.

 “See me.”

Marco raised his head according to the orders of the tower lord. The eyes seemed to have returned to normal roughly, but there was not the slightest hint of emotion.

 “Who do you see me as?”

A careful question was thrown by the tower lord.

 “You are Duke Herbert Leon, Lord of the Ivory Tower of the Green River Empire.”

Marco answered in a clear tone.

The voice was also his natural tone.

Helene became indistinct and moody.

His tone was completely different from his voice.

 “Then who are you?”

 “I Marco. I'm a 2nd class magician from the Ivory Tower, and now I serve you, My Lord, as the assistant of the magician you appointed.”

Following Marco's reply, the tower lord threw a short sword at him.

It stinks!

Then he ordered.

 “Will you cut off one of your little fingers, using that sword?”

It was the tower lord's order to mutilate himself.

Marco did not hesitate.

And he cut his finger.

It seemed like he could not even feel the pain.

 “Now, I can finally call you my son.”

Thats perfect.

Black magic works.

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A pawn desired by the ruler of the tower was finally created.

 “More fuel will be needed.”

Of course, he doesn't necessarily want Marco. It was just that he wanted a powerful black magic spell, which was a complete and more powerful black magic technique, which had just produced a perfect result.

 “For the purpose of handling larger animals.”

Much larger wild beasts, more fuel needed to handle wild beasts freely, ‘Ian Page’, less. More vitality of human life and more mana witches were needed.