Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Glasts Subjugation War (9)

So, become strong.

To you, who became the final period of my life, I dedicate the last sentence of this book.

Lucy.

The last page of the grand mage Glasts compendium.

Though now a memory faded by time, it was an unforgettable one.

The girl had no choice but to accept it as she closed that last page next to Glasts remains.

The grand mage, who had achieved such a monumental legacy, had anticipated how his sole family and disciple would face his death.

More than anyone, Glast himself had accepted death, embraced it, and calmly awaited it as evidence. Thus, the girl too had no choice but to let him go.

A day when the pain of loss heals completely, leaving not even a scarwill it come?

A day when I can sprawl out carefree, laughing about things lost as merely past painswill it come?

The girl with her brittle white hair streaming down left Glasts cabin, and thats where her memory ends.

On the day she started her journey. She couldnt quite remember the weather.

*

The powerful magic tower stretches straight up into the sky as if to pierce it.

From the subterranean channel leading inside, scarlet magic surges up like spring water, ready to consume all who approach.

Considering the amount and origin of the magic flowing within, it seems that Taelys party has entered the Saintly Studies research raid on Kum.

I hope they break through quickly. But Kum is a time-consuming boss. Theres no straightforward way to counter it, and one must endure its attacks until being consumed by its saintly magic.

As I say this, I realize my situation is quite similar.

I have no intention of stepping aside from this subterranean channel entrance before Taely concludes the final battle.

None shall ascend to the stage on my watch; I stand firm, repelling all comers.

Sshrrk

Whoosh!

Mercenaries all draw their weapons in unison. I quickly take in the situation.

This mercenary band is of a different caliber from the one that appeared during the Ophelius incident.

At that time, they quickly gathered whoever was available for just one night.

But now, this is Eltes final strategy, fully prepared with ample time.

Each mercenarys bearing is extraordinary in comparison.

Unlike the previous mercenaries lacking in discipline and uniformity, their movements are systematic, their weapons meticulously kept, and their shiny armors rival the royal guards.

Moreover, each one is a seasoned veteran around middle-aged. Most are retired soldiers or experts whose experience easily spans more than a decade. Scars on their forearms and along their faces attest to their seasoned expertise.

Their number seems to just exceed fifty. All skilled veterans.

Such forces are arrayed against just four students, but not once do they grow complacent or lose formation.

For conveniences sake, they might be divided into infantry, magic soldiers, and archers, but thats just a simplificationthese veterans are adept with various weapons.

Other than Lortelle, life or death is inconsequential. Finish swiftly and quietly.

Before the words are fully out, an old swordsman at the front of the infantry lunges off the ground.

With swift and precise judgment, he must be the leader of the infantry.

He completes his assessment of the enemys strength in an instant, his sword aimed straight at my neck.

He clearly identifies me as the most crucial member of the opposing party, likely due to me leading the conversation and position. And yet, my defenses are far from impenetrable. Im the perfect target.

Eltes words had distracted everyone, and he planned to seize his opponent from the top ranks. It reflected the reflexes earned from a long career.

Clang!

But the sword does not reach me.

Blocking it is Yenikas staff, swathed in her characteristic sturdy earth elemental defense magic.

Having already perceived Yenikas defense spell, I hadnt budged.

The mercenary leader, realizing his strike was in vain, quickly kicked off the ground to gain distance again.

Yenika stretched out her hand to summon a fire elemental to stop him, but arrows enchanted with magic struck Yenikas shields instead.

Support arrows from the archer group helped their allies penetrate the line. While Yenika was momentarily stiffened by the hit, the infantry leader managed to increase the distance and slip back into formation.

Ugh!

Yenika flicked her hand, casting off the arrows before quickly checking if I was unharmed.

Thanks, Yenika.

Be careful, Ed. Their movements are definitely coordinated.

The archers disappear one by one into the shadows of the forest, their unpredictable arrows pressing us to keep up our defenses.

To fight with defense magic up feels like battling while carrying a heavy stone.

Defense magic should be conjured at the right moment when needed, not worn constantly like a shield. Such spells typically lack mana efficiency.

We must be vigilant; an arrow could strike the back of our heads at any moment. The pressure is substantial.

Indeed, elementalists can be quite troublesome.

Elte has already witnessed Yenikas abilities.

Naturally, having known the enemys capabilities, she wouldnt come unprepared.

Elte pulls out a scroll and reveals it. A complex magic circle is drawn on it, as large as a gate.

A legendary-grade magical engineering artifact, Belaruss Prejudice.

A high-end magical engineering item worth dozens of gold coins per use. Taking its consumable nature into account, its quite expensive even among legendary-grade items.

Its function is magic suppression.

An improved version of the night butterfly flower concoction Elvira used.

The night butterfly flower concoction was relatively easy to produce but had a short duration and negligible effects against those with high magic sensitivity.

Eltes magical engineering artifact is more effective. Its price reflects its ability to suppress magic against even moderately sensitive magic users.

Its effective range is quite limited, and it takes time to activate, with rather obvious preparationcritical flawsbut in the current numerical disadvantage, theyre not significant.

If thats activated, its over for us.

Lortelle asserts while reinforcing the magic circle to activate it.

Most of our power is magical, and if were suppressed even for just 10 minutes, well be quickly overpowered.

What are the chances of overcoming the mercenary forces before the magical engineering artifact activates?

With a well-trained and experienced mercenary band like that, expect a long battle.

From the start, my goal was to hold out until Taelys final battle concludes, so time is on our side.

I brushed my hair back and gulped down a breath. Somehow, we have to deal with that magical engineering artifact. Fortunately, a few ideas came to mind.

Ugh!

In the midst of all this, a young-looking mercenary leaps out from the crowd.

His vitality appears robust, which likely means he has less experience than the others.

Theres a fine line between courage and recklessness.

-Clang!

The blade flies but cant advance any further upon touching Lucys pale skin.

Its like hitting a rock. The mercenary who swung the sword feels a chill surge through his body.

Lucy, without sparing him a glance,

Plop.

Touches the mans armor as casually as knocking on a door.

That light touch shatters the armor. Of course, it doesnt end there.

Boom!

With a noise like an explosion, the robust mercenary is blown away.

He floats through the air, snagging on a zelkova tree far away. The impact is enough to break several bones.

As it has always been, Lucya sorceressrarely uses combat magic.

Its hard to call what she does magic. It is mere overwhelming physical force simple violence.

When that vast magic power is maximized and compressed within her body, it creates a physical force that makes any interference with her body impossible.

There are no countermeasures. They do exist, but essentially, they dont.

That would require infusing an even more overwhelming amount of magic than Lucys magic powerclearly an impossibility.

The cruder the method, the cruder the means to deal with it must be. However, any crude method of handling it would depend on the amount of magic power, meaning Lucys mana compression is irrefutably unbreakable.

None of the mercenaries move.

They possess a unique pride, born of years surviving dangerous frontiersthey never abandon a comrade or flee from a fearsome enemy.

But that doesnt mean they can fight.

Therefore, they can only stand helplessly.

You must be the leader. If I get you, its all over.

Approaching Elte, Lucy speaks with a clear voice, lifting her head.

Elte clenches his teeth and activates the magical engineering device with trembling hands. A power that suppresses mana emanates from Eltes hands, but Lucy remains unfazed.

You can scoop out seawater, but you cant scoop it all.

Such a fact is too evident; both Lucy and Elte are resigned to it.

As Lucy reaches out to Elte

Hey.

A blond boy stands between Elte and Lucy. He doesnt look great, battered from running and tumbling.

You know, right? You could die.

Every move Lucy makes while her mana is compressed to the limit is akin to being hit by a truck.

A direct hit to a vital spot or a bad fall could kill instantly.

A mercenary wrapped in layers of armor and safety gear might survive, but Elte, untrained and barely clothed, would die with just one catch from Lucy.

Its odd. Hes not someone whod worry over Eltes life. Even if Elte were to lose his life to Lucy, hes sure he wouldnt intervene.

The question reveals his concern isnt for Elte.

Can you live with it if you kill?

Lucy Mayrill, blessed by the Great Mage, carries an unavoidable fate.

Its a promise made with Glast in life to become a pillar against the calamity that would one day come to Sylvania.

Do not murder.

Avoid staining those small hands with blood at all costs.

Live as a student in Sylvania, at least for a while.

Someday she must awaken and confront the world, but for now, she can enjoy a lazy life, napping in a sunny spot.

But once she draws blood, that life will end. The day she first spills blood is the day Lucy awakens.

Lucy knows this. The blessings of the stars etched into her life are not gifts to be taken lightly.

Let it be for now.

Lucy gazes at him with a vacant look.

The tension persists among the mercenaries. She may look like a small girl, but shes as intimidating as facing a colossal weapon.

She has the power to demolish an entire area if she wishes.

Its insane to command her with authority in front of such a being unless one knows who Lucy is.

Okay.

As the compressed mana releases, another gust of wind sweeps the area.

After the storm, Lucys massive magic power dissipates like smoke.

Disbelief spreads among everyone as they witness Lucy obey the single word command and relinquish all her power.

Ed smacks the back of Eltes head with the handle of his dagger, captures him, and then holds a knife to his throat.

With Eltes head as hostage, the situation is resolved.

The mercenaries no longer have the will to fight.

Its over now.

Lucy whispers softly and turns away. As she looks to the sky, the procession of great magic towers is visible.

With the situation here settled, Lucy doesnt need to stick around Ed any longer.

Where are you going?

But Ed Rothtaylor calls out to Lucy.

I have a place to go.

Ed Rothtaylor is not one to involve himself deeply in others affairs.

Knowing this, Lucy replies simply and doesnt expect a return question.

Youre confident you wont regret it if you go?

-Hesitation

Pierced by his words as if struck at her core, Lucy stands silently, gazing at the sky.

And then lowering her gaze, she murmurs a quiet response before disappearing.

It was high-level spatial magic.