Chapter 62
Chapter 62
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 62
Chapter Title: Shadow of the Legend
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"Teske, sir, all preparations are complete."
The assistant merchant cautiously informed Teske, who was glaring at Denfos Castle with a scowl.
'You bastard! I'll kill you!'
"Grind!"
Just thinking of that annoyingly cheerful bastard made bile rise in Teske's throat.
In all his years as deputy leader of the merchant group, dealing with countless transactions and people, he'd never been so thoroughly screwed over and taken for such a loss as today.
The most humiliating day of Teske's life.
Gritting his teeth, Teske piled up his resentment in his chest.
"Harkline, sir, when will the tower master arrive...?"
"Hmph! You think the tower master drops in whenever he feels like it?"
"Th-then... who will handle the magic furnace...?"
Teske tamped down his anger and asked carefully, facing Harkline, who was radiating murderous intent like a furious viper.
Even for a merchant group, one couldn't treat a high-circle mage lightly.
To put it bluntly, crossing the magic tower meant lightning bolts could strike anytime.
If they decided to play mad and lob a few spells from afar at a caravan on the move, the group would be done for that day.
Moreover, mages from the tower held positions in the empires' and kingdoms' royal towers, wielding great influence.
One had to tread very, very carefully.
"The sub-tower master Andraik, expert in magic circles, will arrive on a wyvern. So quit worrying and handle the caravan properly!"
"Understood."
Teske bowed his head politely.
Dirty, sneaky, and infuriating as it was, this was the way of the merchant to survive.
'It's all that bastard Kaiyer's fault! You scum!'
That Kaiyer had taken full payment yet sluggishly mobilized soldiers to deliver the wheat over three days—what should have taken hired laborers half a day.
Of course, time was needed until the tower sent a grade-2 magic stone and a circle expert, but it was still infuriating to watch.
On top of that, the soldiers who delivered the wheat demanded a gold each as wages.
They insisted they were elite labor and deserved at least a gold.
Neru alone had fattened everyone's purses, from the lord down to the soldiers.
Once back at the group, he'd make sure to recoup every bit of this loss.
"They're coming."
At that moment, three wyverns flying toward the caravan in the distance.
Gray wyverns draped in the cloaks bearing the Gauss Tower's emblem—a crescent moon and sun on a magic rune plate—slowly descended toward the caravan.
At their lead stood a short-statured mage.
Six distinct golden stripes gleamed on the wrist of his air plate armor.
The arrival of Andraik, 6th-circle master and another sub-tower master of Gauss Tower.
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Shiiiik!
Confirming the caravan's departure, he immediately mounted Bebeto and took off.
By now, the Rubis Merchant Group that Jamer led should have reached the dwarf village entrance he'd told them about.
'Wrap this up as fast as possible.'
The Rubis Merchant Group led by Jamer.
He wanted to handle the dwarf goods himself, but that wouldn't do.
They could make a massive profit, and losing a good connection over a few petty coins was foolish human behavior.
'Soldiers alone are risky.'
He'd assigned elite escorts ahead as much as possible.
A thousand from Denfos, another thousand joining from Orak Castle.
Plus Orak Castle's garrison wyvern unit assigned to caravan guard.
As long as the Temir scum and monsters didn't strike simultaneously, the north was safe.
But the future was unpredictable.
If the Temir sensed the power gap and attacked, his hard-won wyvern unit could take heavy losses.
'Using a grade-2 magic stone here of all places.'
Without the pirates' magic stone, fixing the dwarf magic furnace would have been a headache.
'To hatch wyvern eggs, I need more holy water... I wonder what Armis is doing after my letter.'
Drawing a temple to Neru was nearly impossible.
Even with temples competing, they wouldn't pour money into a dangerous spot as charity.
That's why he'd written to Armis.
She'd said in Luna Village she'd do anything for him.
And shamelessly, he'd sent her the letter.
The only pure priestess he knew was Armis.
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Boom! Boom! Boom-boom-boom!
The new rhythm to summon the dwarves echoed off the stone walls.
'Next time, I should give them a communication orb or something.'
"Is this where dwarves live? No wonder."
Jamer, watching his every move closely, let out an exclamation.
Even as a seasoned merchant, he hadn't known dwarves lived here.
"Preparations are perfect, right?"
"Of course. Trust me as I trust you, Kaiyer."
'Whoa, this guy! So should I not trust you?'
He had no idea what about him inspired such confidence.
He didn't even trust himself, yet people trusted him.
Rumble-rumble.
Moments later, the stone door swung wide open.
"Come in, friend!"
"Chief, your beard's grown even more magnificent in just a few days. You'd be a hit out in the human world."
"Haha, kind words, thank you."
"This is the head of the caravan I trust. He'll supply all the dwarf village needs from now on."
"I'm Jamer of Rubis Merchant Group. It's an honor to meet the rock folk."
Jamer bowed politely.
"For a human merchant, you've got clear eyes."
Chief Kasiares, who rarely complimented humans, peered into Jamer's eyes and praised him.
"Kaiyer!"
"Nerpopo, haha! Been well?"
"Yes! Come in. Everyone's waiting."
"Let's go in, friend."
The ever-welcome word "friend" from the dwarves.
Jamer's face filled with shock at that.
He'd have some idea.
Becoming friends with dwarves was harder than wresting a hunted cow from orcs.
"Sir Shilt, go command the soldiers."
"Yes, sir!"
Getting here without Skyknight help would have been impossible.
The Korbain caravan had butchered or driven off monsters nearby in brute force, but they'd respawned in days.
Several battles en route, and soldiers were still on standby.
'Time to collect payment.'
His steps light, he entered the dwarf city with the dwarves.
He knew the ancestors' saying that good fortune always came with a catch, so no time to waste.
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"Wh-what?! The Rubis Merchant Group left Denfos toward the dwarf village??"
"Yes, sir, Teske. Several informant mercenaries confirmed it."
"Gasp!"
Lumicar, the fastest messenger bird on the continent, covering 1,000 kilometers nonstop, used by all empires and kingdoms.
One landed on the recognition orb, delivering urgent word to the Gauss branch in Denfos.
"Tsk tsk. How do you botch things this badly!"
Harkline, who'd been listening, exploded in anger.
"It'll be fine. Few know the way to the dwarf village. And even if they find it, the dwarves honor oaths—no need to worry."
"If the dwarves change their minds for some huge deal, will you take responsibility alone, Deputy Teske? One life won't cover it, yet you're so confident—admirable."
Harkline prodded Teske mockingly.
His prickly nature had soured further from the fortnight's stress.
"Fetch Captain Sedlian! Now!"
"Right away!"
The unexpected news plunged Teske into chaos.
'Kaiyer... that bastard?'
A wicked black-haired devil flashed in his mind.
'No, how could he?'
But he shook his head, denying the rising dread.
If Harkline was right, Teske was dead.
No—his fortune, honor, and family would all be sold into slavery.
'I'll kill you! Whatever it takes!'
If the impossible proved true, no mercy.
He had enough force to wipe Neru overnight, so he'd kill Kaiyer.
Kyrorororo.
Wyverns flying overhead.
Two 6th-circle masters and twenty-three wyverns total.
Enough to wage full war on a small duchy.
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Whirrr, whirrr, whirrr.
'Master's magic circles are always awe-inspiring, no matter how many times I see them.'
Master's various circles from Earth.
He'd witnessed a dimension-shift circle even dragons couldn't cast, yet magic's mystery deepened with every look.
'Scoring this too. Heh, jackpot.'
Under pretense of circle repair, he'd gained the mage's essential tool: mithril welder.
It fused liquid mithril into fine magic circuits for use.
Like a pen refilled with liquid mithril, ready to draw mana circuits anytime.
The thick-pen-like mithril welder sloshed with liquid mithril, wiggling hello.
'This circle was the issue. Whoever did it was an idiot. One stray line leaks mana elsewhere—tch tch.'
Other mages would foam at the mouth to stop him.
Completed circles weren't touched unless by the creator or an archmage who knew all.
Scribble.
Ignoring that, he drew liquid from the welder, completing the flawed sections.
'Oh, neat principle.'
Fitting its immense firepower, the furnace circle was incredibly complex.
Flame circles meshed with control, slowdown circles like gears—dozens interlocking.
Repairing flaws revealed insights he'd never known.
Injected knowledge and hands-on realization were worlds apart.
'Ah... incredible!'
Fearing exposure, he'd barred dwarves from the site.
Alone, admiring and fixing, overwhelming awe flooded him.
'Plug this into 6th-circle formulas... this!'
Boom!
Dam bursting, magic equations swirled in his mind.
Merging with the circle, they unfolded new spells.
Whirrr whirrr.
He closed his eyes.
'The circle wall is crumbling!'
The 6th-circle barrier he'd anxiously awaited.
He assumed mana breathing pose, letting knowledge cavort.
1st-circle Fire merged with Fire Burst circle into 6th-circle Fire Explosion; 4th-circle Frost Ring with Ice Ball into 7th-circle Blizzard illusion.
'Ah...'
One plus one yielding three, five, ten—the magic's transformative wonder.
Old axioms shattered; new equations formed, established, sorted.
Crack-crack.
Like a chick hatching, his 5th-circle mana ring shattered, reforming anew.
Magic's enlightenment, always unpredicted.
Shiver.
Ecstasy of truth quaked his body.
A thrill only mages knew.
Kaboom!
Chaotic knowledge fused like a nuke, bursting fireworks in his mind.
Ziiiiiing.
Mana circle formed at his waist, expectant.
One, two, three... past five to perfect six.
'Done!'
The dreamed 6th-circle wall.
Breached amid circle study.
Eyes open.
"Haa..."
The world looked different from 5th-circle days.
Mana particles floating in space like detailed sketch—illusory sight.
'Senses sharpened!'
Raised hand.
Same faithful hand.
Yet different.
Not him controlling it— it controlling him, precise certainty surging brain to body.
'So this is 6th-circle.'
Realization dawned.
Not mere extra mana hall—dense emotion awakening body and soul.
"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"
Joyous laughter bellowed to the world.
Who reaches 6th-circle at his age?
Even in the empire, it meant royal mage status, viscountcy easy.
Plus, his upper/middle/lower dantian integration neared 7th-circle mana pool.
Fear nothing now.
Any blocker, he'd smash.
'Made bank! Heh heh.'
All stats convertible to cash.
6th-circle enabled most circles.
Power-up tied directly to Neru's strength.
Now rake in gold with claws.
"Wh-what happened?!"
"Kaiyer!"
Distant figures rushed in alarm.
"Haha, nothing. Circle repair done. Just insert the magic stone."
"Oh... good."
"Phew. Mana surged—I thought something happened."
Chief Kasiares, Nerpopo, Jamer sighed in relief.
"Chief, how about a festival today?"
"Want to, but beer's out..."
He wanted to share joy, and festival-loving dwarves wouldn't refuse.
But chief drooped at no beer.
"Jamer, if you please."
"No worries. Beer for dwarves is on the wagons. Festival away."
"Ooo! Excellent merchant! Haha! What more to see! Friend fixes magic furnace—glorious day. Dwarves who sing life's joys must feast! Spread word: festival tonight!"
"Waaaaah! Chief commands festival!"
"Festival! Festival!!!!!!!"
Chief's word ignited massive cheers in the underground city.
Jamer gaped at the scene.
'Eat, drink, die today! Life's whatever! Umhahahaha!'
Clutching millions-in-stone, he laughed inwardly.
Life seemed empty, but today he was blissfully happy.
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"Grind! How dare they..."
Teske bared long-suppressed rage.
Scouting Skyknights reported.
Around 2,000 soldiers guarding wagons on the plain below dwarf village.
"Kek, Kaiyer's guts are out his belly. Mocking Korbain and our tower..."
Harkline spewed equal killing intent.
Denfos humiliation and Kaiyer's insult scarred mage pride eternally.
"How many wyverns?"
"Five including Kaiyer's. Some Temir wyverns too."
Rage aside, Teske regained merchant calm, hearing his assistant coldly.
"We'll need Gauss Tower help. Compensation won't disappoint."
"We're in the same boat. I'll help fully."
"But who's this Kaiyer? Never heard. Capable enough to sabotage a caravan?"
Silent dwarf-sized sub-tower master Andraik turned his massive head to Teske, questioning.
"Remarkable man. Swallowed Neru Plains in months. And... a devil spawn I must kill."
Teske judged Kaiyer coldly.
'Dangerous. Left alone, threatens caravan—no, continent!'
No word yet of Kaiyer closing dwarf deal.
But if dwarves traded with him, it was over.
To caravans, money was life.
No group survived rivals stealing their livelihood bit by bit.
Thus, unseen shadows waged endless wars.
Not land, but coin seized in blood-thicker strife...
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'Jackpot!'
Why say it.
Friendship with dwarves traded wheat and necessities for their priceless masterpieces.
Dwarves with time and metal aplenty.
Life minus eat, sleep, feast: endless crafting.
Artisan spirit made them human-world luxuries for ages.
'That sword's killer!'
Chilling aura, blue-sheath glow—masterpiece at a glance.
Not one—hundreds hauled from dwarf vaults.
'Those armors! Ooh! And jeweled crafts!'
Near-isolated dwarves—what need human coin?
Young dwarves drooling over huge beer kegs.
He gulped watching dwarf wares loaded out.
"Wyvern mithril guards on wagons too. Furnace broke—only five made."
"Haha, fine. We'll meet often; what's that matter."
"True. Friends don't sweat small stuff."
Kasiares, revering him as Idal's disciple's disciple, became grandfather figure.
Accepted gladly.
"Visit often. Got Dravite blueprint and alloy I designed—want to research together."
"Oo! New blueprint and alloy? Humans know alloys we don't?"
Metal-mad dwarves' eyes sparkled like kids learning new dance.
'World's most grateful folk. Thanks, elders~♪'
Heartfelt thanks inwardly, he and Jamer exited dwarf city.
Grind-grind.
Trade done smoothly; farewells with escort dwarves, door shut soon after.
"Kaiyer! I revere you!"
Dwarves gone, Jamer bowed deeply in respect.
"This little... ahem. Let's go."
How not revere?
Meager goods for dwarf treasures.
'Heh. At least ten million gold!'
Matching a great territory's yearly revenue—massive sum.
Pirates then dwarves: jackpot round two.
"Entrust all sales to us. Exact 20% margin, rest returned."
Continental caravans took 50% easy.
But scale and wares meant Jamer offered 20%.
Passion poured from him.
Chance to level Rubis—bottom of top five—from dwarf goods.
Miss it, he'd be dog-shit cousin.
"Between us? Keep wyvern mithrils; handle rest for ten million gold."
"Haha. Can't resist your bold charm. Ten million paid. Future Rubis deals: 10% margin on cost."
"Thanks. Haha."
Brother-age, but now casual you.
No regrets; hierarchy ruled Earth and here alike.
'Cash ready. Time for real territory dev!'
Soldiers sorted, funds set.
Next: monster purge from territory.
Post-6th-circle, mind clearer.
Plans flooded sharp brain.
'Hm? Those wyverns...'
Descending happily with Jamer, spotted three far off.
'Heh. Already sniffed us?'
Trades done.
Fearless.
Blocker gets fresh 6th-circle Fireball up the ass.
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Step-step-step!
Unlike mercenaries, properly trained soldiers' steps rhythmically split the plain.
Whinny! Whinny!
Scraped every horse available for caravan.
Spring dry spell left plains firm; wagons rolled smooth to Denfos.
Shiiiik!
'Wanna fight, huh?'
Confirmed Korbain camp in path.
'Their total wyverns: twenty-three. Bit short.'
Called in Orak's nine wyverns.
Even for a nation, twenty-three intimidated.
'Minimize knight losses.'
Skyknights like his blood.
Their loyalty oaths still rang in ears.
In return, lead them to dreamed glory.
Neru lord Kaiyer.
He owned Neru.
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"If wyverns clash, charge mercenaries immediately."
"Must we? We take pay, no complaints, but strife with Bazran Empire...'
Hers Mercenary Group's Captain Sedlian cautioned again gently.
Over 2 million gold for wyvern buy post-battle, plus over half captured goods.
Absurd fight.
Skyknights alone sufficed, yet three Gauss mages terrified.
Plus 500 blade-wielding mercenaries shredding infantry.
Overmatched.
But foe: rumored Bazran noble, Neru lord.
Empire clash headaches even for post-job mercs.
"I'll take all blame. Just follow contract, Captain."
Rubis dwarf deal closed, wagons loaded—report snapped Teske's reason.
Who wants combat over trade?
No escape now.
'I'll chew your bones!'
Teske's life nadir.
Ignoring own arrogance, pure Kaiyer hate.
Flutter!
"D-deputy, sir—they're here."
Skyknight overhead waved red signal.
"Attack now! Immediately!"
Teske ordered bitter Sedlian.
Harkline already mounted tower wyvern.
Teske, vowing to smash Kaiyer himself, dismissed mage and took reins.
'Sigh... no choice.'
Long sigh from Sedlian.
Contract-bound: fight.
'That man's strong. No pushover.'
Veteran merc Sedlian.
Recalling Kaiyer's enigmatic smile choked him.
Doubted solo Neru conquest rumor, but seeing Kaiyer chilled him.
True powerhouse.
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Grooooarrrrr!
Bebeto sensed sky-covering malice, announcing long.
Kyoooo! Kirurururu!
Nine varied wyverns followed roar.
Like Indians war-crying pre-battle, wyverns ignited fight will.
'They've chosen death.'
Big stakes, but business was unpredictable gamble.
Oil up today, hoard—crash tomorrow: world's way.
Foolish merchants dreamed eternal monopoly.
Neru was his turf.
No free snatch.
Past unknown; future, with him—eternal.
Raise.
Shwick!
Pointed fiercely at charging foes in attack formation.
Wing attack order.
Flutter-flutter.
Wyvern wingbeats echoed through helmets.
'Stay safe, my knights...'
Short time together, no proper meals, but flying Skyknights: reborn his knights.
Lose none.
"Bebeto, go!"
Grooooarrr!
Bebeto flapped hard, surging forward on command.
Dynamic wing muscles pulsed through body.
Thrilling tension.
Slide.
Gripped Blast Spear.
'I'll make history today! My great saga, Kaiyer's!'
Wyverns in range.
Thwack!
Spear sliced air in massive speed arc.
Pabababam.
Spear wave toward him.
Over a dozen at glance.
Step-step!
Spears in both hands!
Shyaaaaaaa!
Trusting him, Bebeto charged spear front head-on.
Fight begun.
Someone dies to end it.
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"Gasp..."
"Ugh..."
Mercenaries who'd fought battlefields groaned.
23 vs. 10 wyvern battle.
Rare sight.
Territory wars maxed ten; thirty-plus was nation war.
Yet today, mercs witnessed unforeseen sky war.
Skyknights hurtling spears at ultra-speed.
No sides taken.
Follow spear trail—fight already mid-battle.
"No way!"
"Danger!!!"
One scene.
Black wyvern with gold stripes lunged; ten spears sliced toward it.
Range: 2.5 km.
Not precise, but numbers nullified distance.
Eyes on gold wyvern.
Flash.
Unshielded charge into spears.
Spears near-hit, inescapable—then.
Massive light wave exploded sky-wide, blinding mercs.
Kaboom!
Blinded momentarily, thunderous boom.
Rubbing eyes, mercs scanned sky frantically.
"No... impossible!"
"Oooh! Gods!"
They saw.
Cleaving spear wave, closing gap instantly, hurling spear at merc wyvern: one man.
Kiaaaaa!
One wyvern screamed, spear in torso.
Splash!
Then silver bird appeared.
"Sp-spirit!"
"Sh-Shuriel!"
Merc cries echoed.
Man heaven-like through spears, wind spirit Shuriel flapping silver wings beside.
Scenes etched in merc minds.
Instinct urged follow that man.
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Flash!
Clang!
Merc Skyknights differed.
Seeing him deflect their Blast Spears with magic, they instinctively activated armor shield spells.
His spear hit shield, bounced off armor.
'Not bad. Heh.'
Life-death duel, yet heart sea-calm.
Enemy wyverns flapping everywhere—no fear.
"Shuriel, bite!"
Splash!
Instant obey: summoned Shuriel sliced space.
Crunch.
Kuaaaaaaaa!
Battle experience pinpointed: Shuriel chomped armor-wing muscle link.
Wyvern's agony scream.
Spun wildly to shake, futile wish.
Obedient bulldog Shuriel held till release command.
Shyaaaaaaa.
Awaiting, Skyknights reformed, hurled spears anew.
Now from above/below simultaneous.
'I'll show true magic power!'
For this: memorized 6th-circle.
Bebeto unarmored for other wyverns.
He'd prepared.
"Barrier!"
Whirrrrr!
Incantation merged inner mana with air instantly, compressing.
Translucent dome enveloped Bebeto.
Bang! Bang! Kaboom!
Spears hammered barrier—reinforced shield spell.
Impenetrable.
'Eat this!'
Blocked easy; next, two wyverns 300m ahead.
No, Skyknights.
Hurled held spear hard.
Shiiiik.
Compressed space instantly.
Thud!
No sound.
But phantom scream as spear pierced Skyknight torso.
'Four!'
Four wyverns downed instantly.
Then, rear three wyverns visible.
Shyaaaaaaa.
Flash!
Ziiiiiing!
'Mage!'
Incredibly: one spear, two spells toward him.
6th-circle Flame Cannon, Lightning Strike!
Unavoidable.
Unexpected mage attack.
Smirk.
Cold smile over fear.
One spell surfaced.
Whirrrrrr.
Mana hall 100% throttle.
"Giga Raiden!"
Thrust palm, spell erupted.
Zzzzzzzzt.
2m blue orb gathered lightning.
Rumble-roarrrrr!
Unleashed foals obeyed, streaking space.
Kaboom after kaboom!
Helmet-shaking blasts.
Shyaaaaaaa.
Bebeto banked sharply groundward.
'Haa...'
Mind blank.
Heart raced wild post-6th-circle; blood reversed to dreamworld.
No regrets.
This moment, he'd toyed skies freely.
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"...I-impossible..."
"N-no way..."
Dazed, tracking wyverns: insane scene.
Red flame storm, crashing lightning.
First 6th-circle duel ever: mercs gaped.
Shyaaaa.
One wyvern plummeted from lightning wave.
No—three more spiraling or neck-broken falling.
Gulp.
Dry swallow somewhere.
One clash downed Gauss wyverns shaking continent.
Shiiiik.
As they fell, one mage flew on Fly-spelled air plate.
Thud! Thud! Thuuud!
Three impacts heard.
"...??"
Four fell, three sounds.
Mercs eyed ground.
100m hill blocked; craned necks.
"Gah!"
"Eek!"
Screams burst.
Shyaaaaaaa.
Black behemoth emerged post-scream.
Low skim over ground, looming mercs/merchants.
"D-dodge!!!!!!!!"
"Run!!!!!!!!"
Black-gold wyvern descended death-god like, wings spread grand.
Incredibly, Kaiyer's wyvern survived magic storm, downed all tower ones.
"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"
Earth-shaking mad laugh.
Man atop: rein one hand, Blast Spear other, red cape fluttering.
Unforgettable legend's shadow in all minds...
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"How?! How?!"
Derbal, heart bursting over lord's fate.
Clasped hands at comm orb, endured terror.
'Gods...'
Atheist life, rare prayer—but post-lord, gods ever-near.
Lord's life that turbulent.
Now, scant Skyknights vs. over twenty wyverns.
Always deemed reckless, yet miracles won.
Believed today's win too, but Derbal despaired.
Orphaned life thinkable; lordless unimaginable.
Knock-knock.
"Lord Derbal!"
"What?!"
Nerves frayed, snapped sharper than usual at soldier's knock.
"Lord's guest arrived."
"Guest?"
Tilted head at "lord's guest."
Few on continent visited lord.
Creak.
Opened magic comm room door.
'Hm?'
Saw woman with soldiers.
'Woman?'
Shrouded deep robe hid face, but slim figure betrayed.
"Who...?"
Cautious query.
Rustle.
Woman gently unveiled with white hands.
"Ah..."
"..."
Bashful pure stunning beauty.
Derbal, soldiers' eyes bulged shock.
"May mercy's hand be with you... Armis, unworthy servant of Neran, seeks Kaiyer."
Holy voice sought Kaiyer.
Armis' eyes questioned Derbal's.
Where is Kaiyer...?
TO BE CONTINUED