Return of The 8th Class Mage Chapter 119:
Bertholdo nodded in response to Ian’s question .
“Yes . Certainly . His master creation is being stored in that third statue, over there . ”
Craven was said to be the master sculptor .
What sort of power holding sculpture is being stored?
What kind of enhancement can it give him?
A sorcerer’s curiosity kept Ian inquisitive .
The desire to test them became so overwhelming .
“It seems that you’re very curious of Craven’s master creation . ”
Ian did not necessarily deny it .
In fact, he acknowledged it by nodding his head .
“Fran did also . He could not remain patient when he was curious . It must be a trait that runs in the Paige family . ”
After reciting quietly as if he has been reminiscing, Bertholdo walked over to Craven .
The baby faced Craven was still sleeping .
“This guy, did you put him to sleep with magic?”
“It was a light spell . He was acting very impetuous . ”
“No doubt, since he has been hiding behind his memories . ”
Bertholdo’s large palm was extended towards Craven . More precisely, it wrapped around Craven’s forehead . It was so big that a single palm was as big as Craven’s head .
“Rise . My old friend . ”
Ian quietly watched .
He didn’t necessarily feel the flow of mana .
It didn’t appear magic was being used to awaken him .
“You are at your home . How about stop hiding and coming out?”
“… . . ”
How long has Bertholdo’s whispering been? Finally, Craven’s regained his consciousness . He opened his eyes and even surveyed the surroundings .
He took in the images of Bertholdo’s face just before his eyes, Ian, who was watching beside him, the white temple and even the familiar landscape of the Knocking Island .
“I, I’m……”
“Craven . That is your name . ”
“My name… . . ”
“The world’s greatest sculpture and . ”
“The greatest …… Sculpture . ”
“You are one of the master craftsmen of Fran . ”
“Fran… . . Fran Paige… . . ”
Fran Paige .
It was when he murmured that name .
A transformation took place in Craven’s body .
What used to be brown, his hair turned black .
His skin was also pale until just a moment ago .
In general, he took on the aura that was similar to Bertholdo .
“Aaaak… . . !”
After having to pull his hair and vomit for a while, Craven regained control of his emotions . Was it because he had an invincible body? The speed of recovery was not like any other .
“… . . Mr . Bertholdo?”
Craven called Bertholdo, a ‘Mr . ’ It seemed as if though he has recalled his memory for the first time in one to two hundred years, after Fran Paige’s disappearance . His memory has not returned completely, but had to be pleased with it so far . Even though he was of a younger age, he has at least became self aware of his ‘existence’ as Craven .
“Looks like you’re back . ”
“How, how did I come here… . . ”
“That gentleman helped you . ”
Craven located Ian as Bertholdo pointed at him .
“Assassin… . . ?”
He murmured in great shock . Rather than considering Ian as an assassin, it was like a form of after effects of a lot of recollections being collided .
“As I have mentioned before, I’m not an assassin . ”
“Do not approach! I’ve never stole any bread… . . What, what am I saying right now… . . ”
It seemed the after effects were much severe than thought .
Even after having felt uncomfortable and strange with his own response, he wasn’t able to control himself as he even hid behind Bertholdo . Of course, as his outward appearance was still a child, it didn’t seem all that awkward .
“Hm, I reckon that some more time maybe needed . ”
“I agree . ”
Ian expressed an agreement to Bertholdo’s assessment .
It was the weight of the memories that have been stored over hundreds of years .
It probably wasn’t easy to shake that off .
Perhaps, it may be impossible .
“Mr . Mr . Bertholdo . ”
“Hm?”
“Have you taken out… . . the master piece, made for Fran?”
“Ah, as you can see . ”
Craven’s eyes sparkled immediately .
The first dragon storage sculpture that was holding the robe .
He was looking at now what is an empty storage .
“How come… . . ?”
“There, his descendant has come . ”
“That assassin… . . Mr . Assassin is the descendant? Fran’s descendant?”
Strange title has been made as he suffered from both the after effects and the present time .
Craven fell into deep thoughts after seeing Ian, whom he called ‘Mr . Assassin’ .
“Then, I will also… . . ”
Finally having decided on something, he began to move towards another location .
And that location was the third sculpture .
It was the sculpture, in which his own master piece was being stored .
Shrrrrrrrr-!
Craven injected his mana into the third dragon sculpture . Its mouth cracked wide open and out flowed bright light . The master piece that was inside also fell with a slow parachuting spell .
Tuck!
Craven’s creation fell on to the ground and rolled .
However, the identity of the piece seemed quite unique .
The long eight master pieces in all .
No matter how hard he looked .
‘Stakes… . . ?’
They were heavy, thick and white metal stakes .
At least that’s how they came across to Ian .
‘Those plain looking stakes are master pieces?’
Irrespective of whether Ian was having doubts or not, Craven appeared pleased as he picked up one of the stakes . Then he crawled into the sculpture through under the tail . It was a behavior that couldn’t be explained at all .
“What are you doing?”
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“Well, I’m not too sure, myself . ”
Bertholdo, too, could not understand Craven’s behavior .
“I’ll also show you the master piece that I’ve made . ”
After murmuring shyly, Craven began to hammer in the stake at a spot below the dragon sculpture’s tail .
It wasn’t being done by brute force . There had been a premade fitting hole in the first place .
“If you were to hammer in the stake… . . Right here, like this… . . ”
As the stake was being hammered deep into the spot under the sculpture’s tail, the reason behind storing a plain looking stake, which Craven has created, was being slowly revealed .
“Assassin… . . I mean, let me introduce it to you, his descendant!”
With the immediate change in the verbal title for Ian,
An awesome site began to display in the middle of the island .
To say it in one word… . . , It moved .
What has actually moved?
The sculpture into which the stake had been hammered into .
That is, the gigantic foot of the sculpture .
The long neck and tail .
Along with the wings .
“Dradragon… . . ”
After introducing the name, Craven’s attention moved towards the sculpture . To be exact, he examined the order in which the sculptures were lined up . The sculpture that moved was the third one from the left .
“Number 3!”
The dragon sculpture that looked exactly like that of a live dragon .
That white sculpture began to flap its wings .
There also spewed blue light out of its sculpted eyes .