Chapter 226

Chapter 226

HEL SCANS

[Translator Peptobismol]n0ve(l)bi(n.)co/m

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Tell me how to get to Adren. Preferably in a way to arrive alive.

What?

Intargand furrowed his brow. It was a completely unexpected question. He asked, skeptical.

Why do you suddenly want to go to Adren?

Well, to put it simply

Ronans explanation continued. Since he was Navardoses son, it seemed okay to speak freely.

There were plenty of reasons to go to the City of Dragons. First, what Barka said in the Sea of Ghosts bothered him. The fact that the Leaders brought up the idea of contact with Adren in a meeting several months ago suggested that some sort of conspiracy might be underway.

Moreover, the information gleaned from Barkas data collected over the past two days suggested that some of the believers had already entered Adren. What was happening there was unknown. However, given that it was mentioned by the Leader himself, there was a possibility that he might still be there.

Obtaining the blood of the Leader, Abe, was the most urgent task for Ronan now. His own father, Cain, had only about a year left.

At this point, its as if the world is telling me to go.

Furthermore, even if he couldnt meet the Leader, it wouldnt be a total loss. Alivrihe, an initial member of the Nebula Clazier, was there.

Unlike Elysia, he was said to be still in Nebula Claizer, so there was a high possibility that he knew in detail about the Leaders whereabouts or the plan of the Bald Headed bastards. Intargand said,

Indeed, its not an ordinary matter. At this point, shouldnt the army step in?

I think so too. But the problem is whether Adren will accept it.

Well, thats true.

In fact, Ronan requested that the Imperial Army be dispatched to Adren as soon as Nebula Claziers conspiracy was revealed. As a secret agent, he had the authority to mobilize soldiers for anything related to the Nebula Clazier, regardless of the reason.

Theyll probably refuse anyway. Itll be fortunate if the messenger doesnt die.

However, Ronan knew that Adren would not accept the request. The city, formed by the strongest race and its forces, paid no attention to the Empires moves. Especially after Navardose left Adren to stop the enemies from beyond the sky.

She called the current Dragon King a very dragon-like dragon, which basically meant his temperament was quite stubborn. Intargand said,

In fact, going there itself isnt difficult. All means of transportation to the gate are allowed except spatial magic. The problem is the immigration inspection.

Of course, but cant you just enter?

Yeah. Only dragons and their entourage are allowed to enter. If they sense anything suspicious, theyll turn you into ashes on the spot. They could probably build a whole country with the people who died at the gate.

Shit.

Ronan cursed. The security was excessively strict, to the point of absurdity. Perhaps it was because it was where the Dragon King and the hatchings lived, the security was extremely thorough.

Damn it, what should I do?

A way to pass the immigration inspection didnt come to Ronans mind at all. While he was pondering, an idea passed through Ronans mind like lightning.

Wait a minute. Ill just become your entourage. Only temporarily during the inspection.

What?

Im asking you to put your imprint on me. Why didnt I even think about this?

It seems you dont quite understand what it means to become an entourage. Carving an imprint is not a simple picture. Its a magical bond that binds the master and servant Wait, you dont mean

Intargands eyes widened suddenly as he realized Ronans intention belatedly. Chuckling, Ronan tapped his scabbard with his fingers.

Yeah. Its a magical bond. I can cut magic. Just pass the inspection and get rid of the imprint afterward, easy right?

Ridiculous. Do you think such a thing is possible?

I think itll work. Just wait a moment.

Suddenly, Ronan walked out of the training ground. When he returned, he was holding a large raven. The raven, kidnapped while dozing on a tree, struggled fiercely, flapping its wings and cawing loudly.

Caw! Caw!

Come on, carve your imprint on this.

Ronan extended the raven to Intargand. His forehead furrowed deeply.

Shameful.

Come on.

With a sigh, Intargand placed his hand on the ravens wing. For a moment, his palm glowed red. The flailing raven became quiet.

Caw?

Me? Youre talking about me?! Wait a minute

Aselles eyes widened as if they were about to pop out. Instead of replying, Ronan simply hoisted him up on his shoulder. Aselle, having completely depleted his mana after a long time, couldnt resist at all.

H-Help me!

A-Aselle damn it.

Only a pitiful cry echoed out. Braum, who was about to say something, just fainted. Although the exhausted members felt sorry for him, they felt relieved that they werent the one chosen.

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Wh-what are you talking about? Adren?

Just as it sounds. You probably dont know, but Ive been agonizing over who to take for a damn long time.

Ronan revealed his plan to Aselle about three hours after taking him back to his room. Giving him time to recover his depleted mana and spirit was to prevent him from dozing off. Aselle, who was breathing heavily, spoke up.

Adren? Thats, uh, the City of Dragons, right? Why would you want to go to such a terrifying place?

Well, there are several reasons. Dont tell me the genius mage is scared of something like that.

Genius mage Im not

Dont deny it with a straight face. If youre not a genius, then most mages should commit su**de. And Marya told me everything, bastard. She said you even killed people in the north.

Ronan lightly tapped Aselles back as if praising him. Indeed, Maryas account of his exploits was nothing short of heroic.

In fact, he practically single-handedly defended the Carabel Marchent. Despite the relentless attacks from the fierce natives and Jaegers minions, Aselles telekinetic power didnt even allow them to leave a single scratch.

In fact, after sparring for a few days, it was obvious. Aselle would be truly helpful even in Adren. Ronan spoke up.

Also, think about it. Its the city of the race that handles magic the best in the world. Wouldnt you be inspired? Therell be far more valuable information overflowing there than what the old fogeys at the Magic Towers teach.

L-Like new spells?

For a moment, Aselles eyes flickered. Despite being frightened, seeing his reaction to the mention of new spells, it seemed that indeed, all mages were somewhat similar. Ronan nodded.

Yeah. This brief visit will definitely help you grow a lot. Surely Marya would approve, right?

W-why are you suddenly bringing that up?

After the trip to the North, I think that old lady has developed some romantic interest in you. Seriously.

Furthermore, Maryas opinion of Aselle seemed to have changed as well. Ronan remembered her subtle expressions when talking about Aselles achievements.

This bart might not realize it, but

If before it was just an attitude of treating him like a cute stuffed doll or a same-sex friend, now it seemed decidedly more like a rational affection. Aselles eyes widened.

M-Marya? Really?

I dont lie about things like that. If you dont believe me, you can reject it. But, let me add honestly

Suddenly, Ronans voice grew heavy. Aselle caught his breath at the completely different atmosphere. Ronan spoke up.

I need your strength. Aselle.

R-Ronan?

The feeling of this journey is a bit different from what weve done before. It feels grimy, maybe. I have a gut feeling that Ill need a comrade.

Ronan chewed on his lower lip. It wasnt something he had agonized over for no reason. Even if they were dragged into the situation somehow, luring a friend into anticipated threats wasnt an easy thing to do.

But you can really refuse. Its a journey thats potentially much more dangerous than usual. This is just my request, not coercion.

I, I

Aselle was about to respond when suddenly there was a sharp knock, and Maid Lucy entered. She held a sturdy-looking box in her hands.

Hello, Master Ronan. Um, a package has arrived.

Oh, leave it there. Where is it from?

Its from a place called Aurora Skar..? From someone named Katan.

Ah, its finally here. Thanks as always, Lucy.

Lucy responded with a warm smile before leaving. An awkward silence fell in her absence.

The serious atmosphere had suddenly turned ambiguous. Ronan, scratching his chin, gestured towards the package.

Well, lets start by opening this and then finish the conversation.

HEL SCANS

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