Chapter 270
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 270
Chapter Title: Part 2 Chapter 27: Farewell, and Reunion (1)
There was no luggage to pack separately.
He kept everything in his subspace to begin with.
With Barisada at his waist, there was no sense of emptiness left.
Could he call himself a true Magic Swordsman now?
He'd heard that Magic Swordsmen of old were jacks-of-all-trades, masters of none.
And that was true enough.
They were the cheats chosen by those who'd hit their limits in magic and swordsmanship alike.
Jacks-of-all-trades, masters of none.
But Jamie wasn't that kind of Magic Swordsman.
'How close have I come to my power from my past life?'
He still thought he had a long way to go.
Diablo Volpir had reached the realm of divinity.
Compared to five years ago, he'd grasped strength on another level entirely, but the enemies ahead would be just as formidable.
Apostles, perhaps. Or Grand Masters.
Maybe even ancient dragons.
Whatever they were, he had to grow stronger than now to win the war.
And only by growing far stronger could he reach that past realm—and surpass it to topple the 12 Gods.
In the end, he couldn't stop getting stronger.
There were too many powerful foes.
"All packed?"
"I finished ages ago."
At Beryl's question, Jamie scanned the lodging one last time.
He hadn't stayed long, but it already felt like home.
His gaze lingered briefly on the dining table.
Behemoth was glaring at him with hollow eyes.
Jamie cleared his throat awkwardly and shot him a sidelong glance.
"What?"
"What do you mean 'what,' Master?"
"Ahem."
Behemoth's reaction stemmed from two things.
First, Jamie had announced his sudden departure like an order.
Second...
"If you're sending Vena away, you should've woken me up too!"
"You were sleeping so soundly, I didn't want to disturb you."
"That's exactly the problem!"
Behemoth shot to his feet, stubby legs splayed, bellowing at the top of his lungs.
The whole building shook faintly.
Even shrunk down, his true form was skyscraper-tall—his voice box was no joke.
"Looks like you two need to talk. I'll step out."
Beryl cleared his throat and headed outside.
Jamie sighed as he watched him go.
"Sorry about that."
"So Vena... she's never coming back?"
"We won't be traveling together. She's the next queen, after all."
"You're heading out this way, then, Master?"
"Yeah. You stay here and help Isis."
"Haa..."
Behemoth let out a deep sigh.
He'd woken to find everything changed—what else could he do?
He resented his master a bit, sure, but he wasn't childish enough to throw a tantrum over bringing Vena back.
If anything, it might be for the best.
Vena's personality didn't suit the battlefield.
She'd insisted she could fight, but even in the Black Sorcerer school, she'd barely lasted ten years.
Could she really roam warzones with him?
Even if she pretended to be fine, she'd have withered inside, rotting away.
"I'll contact Vena later. Through Piyon."
"Take this too."
Jamie pulled a cloth from his pocket and draped it over Behemoth's back.
Behemoth grabbed it in his mouth, dropped it to the floor, and tilted his head.
A complex magic circle of equations was drawn on the cloth.
"What's this?"
"A warp magic circle you can activate once a month. It's linked to wherever Vena is."
"Master!"
"You have enough mana, right?"
"Of course!"
Behemoth whooped excitedly.
He'd gone ahead without a word, so this should smooth things over.
Sure enough, Behemoth wrapped the cloth around his neck, delighted.
'Simple guy.'
Jamie had made him that way, but seeing it still struck him as endearingly straightforward.
"Anyway, help Frontier's plans go smoothly. And focus on recovering your strength. You were still pretty puny last time. At that level, you'd just end up dog meat."
"Got it, Master. Next time we meet, I'll have most of my old form back."
"If things go south, contact me. And if I hear you've just been scarfing apologies again... next time, I'll skewer your fat ass with an iron rod."
"What do you mean?"
"To roast you."
"Eek!"
Behemoth spasmed in shock.
Jamie sighed at the unreliable display.
Jörmungandr could have whipped this pathetic creature into shape.
'Speaking of... where the hell are you?'
With Jörmungandr here, he'd have been solid backup.
Jamie patted Behemoth's head once and stepped outside.
Beryl, waiting, spoke up.
"All done?"
"Yeah."
"Everyone's gathered at the hall. Let's say our final goodbyes and go."
"Got it."
At the hall, Isis and the executives welcomed them.
"Come sit down quick~"
"Packed everything?"
"Jamie. Leaving. Sad."
Isis, Han, and Nel-Sharan spoke in turn.
Hawks and Jin sat with arms crossed, silent. Ironwill had already said his piece earlier and skipped.
No Piyon either—probably busy with Vena matters.
Rosemary smiled softly and bowed to them.
The family-like atmosphere drew a faint smile from Jamie.
"Come sit~"
At Isis's gesture, they took empty seats.
Once seated, Jamie looked around at everyone.
He hadn't been here long, but he'd grown attached fast—no discomfort looking at them now.
Especially Rosemary. They'd barely talked, but seeing her daily had built a fondness.
"Thanks for all the delicious meals."
"I'm grateful you enjoyed them."
Rosemary blushed shyly, shaking her head.
Classic Rosemary—and he liked it.
Next, Hawks.
He remembered the emotional drain from their instant clash upon arrival.
Back then, he'd hated the guy enough to kill. But lately, when Jamie sought enlightenment, Hawks had stepped up to help.
Brutal methods, sure, but that smile Hawks flashed stuck with him.
"Hawks. Thanks to you, I sorted out my enlightenment properly. Appreciate it."
"Random thing to say. No big deal."
"Still, don't underestimate us even if we look like weaklings. To achieve Frontier's goals, you need to be ready to work with anyone. I hope you learned that from our fight."
"Hmph."
Hawks snorted dismissively.
He hadn't expected a dressing-down here.
But no rebuttal meant he'd changed since then.
Jamie was satisfied.
Hawks was key to Frontier; his mindset would matter going forward.
Old prejudices wouldn't help.
Best to fix them early.
Next, Jin, right beside him.
"Jin. We traveled together over a month. Was fun. Even snuck across the border illegally."
"Why cross if you had forged passes?"
Han cut in incredulously, but they ignored him.
Jin chuckled softly.
"Glad you enjoyed it."
Jamie nodded and turned to Han.
He'd ended up addressing everyone one by one, but he had words for them, so he kept going.
"Han."
"M-Me this time?"
"Wanted to thank you for safely bringing Vena and Behemoth here. Appreciate it."
"Hm... Feels weird hearing that from the little kid. We did it 'cause we needed to anyway."
"Yeah. That's enough."
"Gives me chills."
True to form, Han disliked the serious vibe and briskly rubbed his arms.
Next, Nel-Sharan.
She'd been waiting eagerly, eyes sparkling.
Nothing special to say, though.
They'd never clicked conversationally.
But those shining eyes demanded something.
"Next time I visit, I'll teach you even cooler magic circles."
"Yay! Magic circles!"
"Master everything I've shown you by then. Got it?"
"Yeah! Promise!"
"Good. Promise."
Though far apart, Jamie and Nel-Sharan hooked pinkies in the air.
Finally, Isis.
She smiled and nodded—go ahead, say it.
He pondered.
They'd talked plenty; nothing specific came to mind.
After a moment, Jamie smiled faintly, words surfacing.
"My real name is Diablo Volpir. The Black Sorcerer who opposed the 12 Gods 66,666 years ago."
Isis's eyes widened at the bombshell.
Jin, in the know, stared too.
Neither expected a reveal here.
Even Jamie hadn't planned it.
He'd only meant to tell Isis and Jin.
Too many in the know raised leak risks.
But keeping it from them felt rude now.
Short or long, they'd helped him immensely.
Thanks to them, he'd become a Sword Master; Holy Light had evolved once.
New sword acquired. Leaves from the sacred tree White Wood too.
Learned of ancient gods, his own great secret.
Good food, warm home. And godfather Beryl.
'I've only taken here.'
Frontier hadn't impressed him at first.
Beryl aside, they seemed ruthless revolutionaries toppling order.
That image shattered here.
Frontier just resisted the 12 Gods, seeking freedom.
Living quietly in Avalon, farming grain, pursuing peace.
That was Frontier's essence.
So it was fine to tell them.
"I crossed those long years to return to this land. How or why, I don't know. But one thing's certain: my goal remains the same, past or present."
Jamie raised his index finger to them all.
"Humanity's freedom. No—this world's freedom."
Silence fell.
Those not in the know looked stunned.
Fair enough.
Some might not even grasp it.
But Jamie pressed on.
"To achieve that, the 12 Gods must fall. I failed once. When I gained this new life, I thought I was the only one left to oppose them."
He'd been wrong.
This land still held those who yearned to topple the 12 Gods directly.
"Then I found you. Rocking eggs against boulders for freedom alone. Reckless fights, never losing hope—like you'd actually pull it off. I saw it with my own eyes."
"And what did you think?"
The question came unexpectedly from Rosemary.
Jamie answered her smile with one of his own.
"I told Isis once before..."
"What?"
"Those carrying my legacy, Diablo Volpir's—and further, the Resistance's—fighting the 12 Gods as revolutionaries. All such people..."
Jamie opened his violet eyes wide to them all.
"Are my comrades."
Silent hush filled the hall.