Revolution of the 8th Class Mage

­Guest to the House of Mogrian (3)

The first gymnasium of the Mogrian landlord castle.

It used to be the space where kinghts practiced their skills.

Ian stood there.

He chose this gymnasium to practice his skills.

Mana breath was more efficient outside.

Also, It was necessary to increase his already keen sense of magic.

‘Today is quiet.’

Many servants had sneaked into this gymnasium recently.

What is the mage going to do at the gymnasium?

Everyone was wondering so.

‘I have no idea who spread the word’

Most of those sneaked in just saw that he was breathing.

Literally, breathing.

But the few people who successfully saw him casting his magic,

They spread rumors real fast.

“I saw him smash the target dummy with some kind of sphere with fire within it!”

“Ice shards were flying!”

“I saw some bubbles were….”

So on.

It wasn’t just a rumor,

Fireball, Aquaball, Ice spear and others…

The same level of spells that he showed during the mana sesitivity test.

He warmed up himself with such magics.

‘Well, It’s not that bad to be famous, actually.’

This time line wasn’t the peaceful era with united countries.

It was still the era of three countries.

As much as his talent spread, the more valuable he became.

The genius who had the talent of ‘The First Mage.’

It was not bad, untill the countries united.

Of course there must be doubts and spies who were following him.

Especially from the Ivory Tower.

‘There is nothing they will find.’

What kind of tricks they were going to use?

He already knew every kind of trick they used.

He could handle it.

‘I could choose a safer way though,’

This time, he chose different path.

Although it could be dangerous, but it was the fastest way to grow.

‘Untill I can cast at least one dragon chant.’

Whenever he reached that level, then he could rewind time when he wants.

Ian with the smile looked around.

Luckily, there were no servants hanging around.

“Let’s try this while it is quiet around…”

Ian stood up and lay his hand on the ground of the gymnasium.

*wooooosh*…

In blink of an eye,

Freezing air was assembled in his hand.

“Frost Nova.”

When he spelled the magic.

*cra, crack, crackkk*!

An absolute freezing energy spread to everywhere;

The ground of the gymnasium, the target dummy, and every single grass within range.

Everything near Ian started to freeze.

It was a spectacular moment.

‘Not enough.’

Ian’s face was full of disappointment.

He had reached this level within just 15 days.

It was a tremendously fast growth.

It could be compared to around the 2nd class.

However, he was still unsatisfied.

‘I would freeze the whole landlord castle, not just this gymnasium.’

It could definately be possible, if he had his former body.

His magic would freeze the whole landlord castle, without a doubt.

‘Something that can support my mana…’

Whether an elixer or aritifact,

He needed some kind of support to increase his skill that was growing faster.

‘An elixer is unavailable yet.’

The elixer that increase the consumer’s energy temporarly or permanently. Of course, ‘mana’ was included in the category of ‘energy.’

‘Untill I recieve the support from the Ivory Tower.’

Unless he received support from the Ivory Tower or the Emperor, it was impossible to use elixers.

Because it was precious as gold.

‘However, for artifacts..’

Artifacts that contains hidden powers in it.

Most of it were possesed by high nobles.

Regarded as heirlooms of thier house.

‘Being honest, they are wasting its potential.’

During the unity war, the Ivory Tower persuaded nobles to lend their artifacts, which nobles were wasting, so that the power of mages could be enhanced. It was targeted to every noble in empire, without any exception.

‘And I was the one responsible.’

He read the lists of artifacts so many times.

Thanks to that, Ian still remembered the lists;

Type of power of artifacts, appearance of it, and the house who possessed it.

‘Mogrian possessed…. a ring, wern’t they?

It was a lower level artifact ring called ‘Mogrian Ring’,

I remembered it as the ring which could be the catalyst to the mana heart’s activity.

‘At that time, it was usuless for me, though.’

In his former life, Ian was a monster in terms of mana.

His nickname, ‘Half Dragon’, was because of his massive mana pool.

‘However, its value is different for me now.’

He needed any support possible for his mana

It was lucky that now he was in Mogrian castle.

‘The problem is how to get it.’

They had no idea of the existence of the artifact.

They just knew it as the heirloom of their house.

There were no way they would just give it to him, nor would they sell it.

‘Hmm…’

He couldn’t think of any decent plan.

He decided to take more time to think about it

“Mr, Mr. Mage! Mr. Mage!”

Suddenly, someone rushed in to the gymnasium.

It was the old butler of Mogrian, with a white beard.

He called Ian urgently.

‘He better be careful.’

The ground of the gymnasium was full of ice now.

The effect of the Frost Nova magic still existed.

“Urgh!”

As he expected.

If he fell to the ground, he would injure the waist.

“Feather Fall.”

Ian quickly enchanted the butler with slow falling magic.

The body of old butler fell slowly like a light feather.

“Why did you call me?”

“……Ah! Mr. mage! Please help us!”

By question of Ian, butler became urgent again.

Without any pre-explain, help out what?

“Our landlord is missing in action!”

“What do you mean?”

“Th, that is he went to the Mogrian mountain for hunt…”

Summary of the old butler’s story was this;

The landlord held the hunting party periodically.

Not a normal animal, but the ‘monsters’ of the Mogrian.

However, the landlord hadn’t returned for a long time.

With the some knigts, few province soldiers and Labi Mogrian.

‘Mogrian mountain…’

There must be only few goblins lived there.

And proper knights and soldiers lost by goblins?

The creature which had small body, weak strength, stupid brain.

Furtheremore, they were cowards that never dared to strike humans first.

In addition, they don’t make big groups.

At most around 15-ish goblins.

Also, the landlord must’ve kept hunting periodically because there used to be no problem about it.

“By reports of scouts, there were trails. Few goblin corpses, and… human blood spreaded around.”

Were they really defeated by goblins?

‘It is not right time for him to die.’

The great landlord Marcus Mogrian supposed to die later.

In the former life, he was assassinated by an enemy country just before the first unity war starts.

‘Neither was his son.’

Ian still clearly remembered the story of Labi Mogrian.

The stupid boy who ran away just after war started.

He abandoned the Mogrian province.

He got excecuted as far as Ian remembered.

‘Periodical hunt means….’

The landlord and his son must had this hunt in former life, as well.

It shouldn’t be effected by Ian’s revoulution.

‘He may came back alive.’

The future wouldn’t change by itself.

It seemed like he did not need to be worried.

“Isn’t there Mr. Marco here?”

It was the name of conducting mage.

He must have helped them in his former life.

So Ian better leave him to save the landlord.

“Unfortunately, the conducting mage left here for another mission…”

Did he leave the proivnce?

Ian didn’t expect this.

‘This must be the side effect of the return.’

It was really rare that a conducting mage leaves the province.

Ian knew it well as he also conducted other provinces before.

The mission must be something realated to him.

For example, sending the report secretly to the tower lord.

‘This must be dangerous.’

The early death of the landlord could change the future.

Ian must stop that with his best.

Knowing the future.

Wasn’t it the most powerful weapon that Ian had?

Maybe as strong as his magical talent.

Maybe even stronger.

“So that’s why I so urgently came to you without any excuse. Wishing that Mr. mage may know some special ways to find him….. in our common ways, we couldn’t find him.”

Mages were a mysterical existence for normal people.

Also, there were words spread out that Ian casted magical spells.

So it was not strange they had believed that the mage would have a solution.

Especially, when they couldn’t find any solution in this situation.

“Where was it?”

“Huh?”

“I will find him.”

Ian spoke with confidence.

Not only the lost landlord, but his son as well.

He guranteed the butler that he would find the landlord alive.

So that he could prevent the future from changing.