Chapter 171

Chapter 171

TL/Editor: raei

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Communicating with users of Maronius language without proper training was extremely dangerous.

While Maronius language was essential in modern magic, it wasn't that magic was impossible without it.

After all, the first wizards communicated with mysteries through pure intuition when they interacted with them.

'Hey flame! You want to burn the enemy right now, don't you?'

'Actually, I'd rather burn you!'

'Argh! Why is this crazy flame coming at me?!'

... As a result, magic in the past was far more dangerous and unpredictable than modern magic.

Moreover, magic without Maronius language was no different from magic of the past.

"That was a dangerous thing you did," Ian said.

Maria shrank back and lowered her head.

"I did something presumptuous..."

"I didn't say it was presumptuous. I said it was dangerous."

Seeing Maria getting too nervous, Ian gently stroked her head.

"Relying on intuition to use magic is very dangerous. Learn magic properly before trying it."

Maria looked up at Ian with strange eyes.

Her lips were... clearly smiling.

"Ah... My heart feels like it's going to melt from Ian's kindness."

"No. I don't think it's quite that much..."

"To worry about me so much... Yes. I don't want to make you sad, so I'll be more careful from now on."

"..."

She says she'll listen well, so it should be fine?

That's what Ian thought, but still. Ian was a bit scared of Maria.

She was originally a bit scary...

Anyway.

Maria succeeded in neutralizing the lich through luck (or talent).

If Maria's level had been higher, subduing it might have been possible, but expecting that kind of result from a novice necromancer was impossible.

"But this person... seems very pitiful."

Maria made contact with the dead in the spirit realm.

Just as a wizard reads the thoughts and feelings of mysteries, she was able to read the thoughts and feelings of the soul to some extent.

"This person was forcibly turned into an undead by a necromancer."

Ian nodded.

He had thought something was strange. It seemed odd that a lich would have no sense of self.

If someone had become a lich voluntarily, they would surely have found a way to maintain their sense of self.

If you become a lich only to end up braindead, how is that any different from suicide?

But it was different for those turned into undead by others.

They didn't care if there was a sense of self or not since they were just going to use them as slaves anyway.

"Did you talk to it?"

"Yes. Actually, it says it has a story to tell us."

"The lich does?"

Maria nodded, then shyly asked.

"Um. Ian. I'd like to lend my body to it for a moment... would that be okay?"

Ian frowned slightly.

Lending one's body to a spirit was clearly a dangerous act.

If the spirit was too strong, or conversely if the body's owner was too weak, the invading spirit could take control of the body.

Just look at Maria's case - didn't she periodically lose control of her body to invading hungry spirits?

If the lich had ill intentions, it could harm Maria.

"Will you be alright?"

"It seems like a kind and pitiful person... I want to help them."

When she put it that way, Ian didn't object.

He needed the information too.

If anything went wrong, he planned to ask Hrundal for help.

'Right, Hrundal?'

Ian drew one Arcana card.

[Arcana Manifestation - Draw One Card]

[You have drawn an Arcana card...]

[You've drawn [Death] card!]

Number 13, the [Death] card. The illustration showed a black-haired girl looking across a river.

Ian handed the Death card to Maria.

"What's this?"

"It's a kind of charm. If anything happens, the northern god will protect you."

Maria examined Ian's Arcana card from all angles.

"It's a very beautiful card."

"The northern god's hobby is painting."

"... What?"

Maria put the Arcana card in her bosom and reached out to the lich.

"Ian! Ian! Ian! Ian!!!"

"Ugh. Just call me once. Senior."

"That's not the important part! Just now, you! You used an incredibly amazing ice magic, didn't you?!"

"..."

"You sneaky bastard! You weren't actually a dark wizard but an ice wizard, weren't you?! How about changing your class to ice wizard while we're at it?"

"That's not a class change, it's a demotion..."

Krysus seemed quite shocked by Ian's ice magic.

She spoke in a very excited voice.

"Ian! Your ice magic talent is slightly less than or equal to mine!"

"... Senior."

"You'll become a great ice wizard later and perform miracles like freezing ice even in summer...!"

"Oh, stop the talking! Don't you see how serious this is?"

Ian understood that Krysus was excited, but she was very noisy when left alone.

What?

They just hadn't encountered them yet...

It wouldn't be strange if they were hiding somewhere, aiming for Ian's life.

"It was a short meeting, but fun. Young friend."

Victor held out his hand.

"Thank you so much for freeing me. If you hadn't helped, I would have become a plaything for those black wizards."

Although it was Maria's hand, Ian grasped it.

"... Ian. Ian Eredith, Eredith's disciple."

"I see. Ian Eredith."

Victor flashed a grin at Ian, then turned his head.

"Krysus."

"Y-Yes! Senior!"

Krysus awkwardly approached Victor.

Since Maria's body was smaller than Krysus, it ended up looking down at the senior.

"Although I'm leaving this world first. I'm truly glad to have met such a brave ice wizard junior like you."

"... Senior."

Krysus fidgeted, not knowing what to do.

Victor unhesitatingly embraced Krysus.

... Victor was crying.

"Tell Montana. His foolish friend will be waiting for him in heaven first, okay?"

"Yes... *sniff* Senior!"

The cold reality pierced Krysus's heart.

Victor was dead.

He now had to ascend to heaven.

Thud.

Maria fell to her knees limply.

At the same time, the lich's frozen body crumbled into powder.

"... He's gone."

Maria said.

Her voice sounded somehow powerless.

"Let's move."

"Ian. Should I go bring Herta?"

"Yeah. Let's hurry as much as we can."

Ian completely revised his plan.

Now that he confirmed enemies were hiding, there was no need to dawdle like before.

'Gather the wizards and use force to rescue Inglan.'

Victor may have been helplessly defeated because he was alone.

But Ian had four professional wizards and other companions.

He was determined to break out of the prison if necessary to extract Inglan and escape.

And for a wizard, breaking a prison was nothing.

Ian left the ice cave.

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Around the time Ian was talking with Victor's soul.

"This feels f*cking sh*tty."

Water wizard Anton sat by the river, watching the surging waves.

Anton was in a foul mood.

It wasn't just because he had an argument with a newbie wizard for a stupid reason.

Anton was also starting to sense the suspicious atmosphere surrounding Baron Vincents' domain.

'There's something here.'

It felt like looking at rustling bushes.

You can sense something's there beyond... but you can't tell if it's an animal or just the wind.

As much as he wanted to just smash everything and extract Inglan...

Just as nobles couldn't lay hands on wizards, wizards also couldn't carelessly lay hands on nobles.

They couldn't ignore the trust relationship built with nobles over many years just because of suspicions.

'They don't seem like they'll hand over Inglan just because we show some magic.'

Anton thought as he prepared magic.

If they were afraid of wizards, they should have already caved when the group stormed in.

But the baron was still holding out.

That bothered Anton.

'I really hope it's just a pathetic pride contest.'

It would be best if it was just the baron's arrogant pride refusing to back down.

Anyway, all Anton could do right now was demonstrate magic as a show of force.

And incidentally put those cocky brats in their place.

"Catch anything good?"

Just then.

A heavy voice sounded from behind Anton.

When he turned his head, a man in strange attire was standing there.

'... A knight?'

He had the sturdy build of a knight, but.

Why was he wearing a hood covering his face?

"I'm not fishing."

"Hmm. I thought so."

"...?"

Anton didn't understand what the big guy meant.

He also didn't expect -

That the sword the big guy drew would fly towards him.

"See you in hell, wizard."

Anton stared in shock at the man thrusting a sword at him.

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