Return of The 8th Class Mage Chapter 38:
“…… Vines?”
Mages, actually, anyone who could see the Ivory Tower at the moment, would be shocked . From the forest that was surrounding the Ivory Tower, hundreds of thick vines erupted and were crawling on the outer wall of the Ivory Tower .
“What? What is going on!”
By watching those scenes, mages lost their mind .
Nobody dared to answer Helene’s question .
They even couldn’t hear her voice properly .
“You maggots!”
It was a question of one of the mighty Archmages .
But they refused to answer to her?
Helene headed to the edge of the rooftop to check the situation .
At that moment,
“……?”
Vines were crawling up .
What were those things?
With a shocked face, Helene saw Ian .
Still, in the ice, he was looking at her .
‘Is he casting magic in the Ice Block?’
Hundreds of vines erupted from every side .
As they had eyes, they sought the target like snakes .
A red colored target, the caster ordered them .
The vines tried to seek the red target, and soon, they started to move .
“F, fuck……”
She couldn’t help herself .
Hundreds of vines were targeting her .
*Burrrn!*
Those vines were only targeting Helene .
Helene had burned them .
But the problem was, the vines came endlessly .
Burn, burn and burn .
‘What is this!’
Already a few hours had passed, and that chasing had never ended .
Not only her mana, but her stamina had fallen .
Dodging and burning wasn’t the ultimate solution .
There was only one clear solution .
Suppressing the caster .
‘But how?’
The caster was hiding in the Ice Block .
A strong shield that was formed by freezing mana .
A spell that Ian was supposed to not do anything in .
She had to do something .
‘I need to find a way… . ’
However, she couldn’t think of any .
No solutions .
“Pant… . Pant!”
As time went by, Helene’s breathing got rough .
Her stamina and mana were draining out .
She started to realize that she couldn’t win this fight .
“Yikes!”
As she started to open her guard, vines quickly stretched towards her .
One of the vines quickly tangled her right leg .
Her fire spells were useless .
The vine was faster than that .
From her arms to legs and finally, her body .
Like a worm forming its own cocoon .
“Arrrrrghhh!”
The first time she screamed in her life .
The first feeling of shame .
What had she done in this duel?
She couldn’t even touch her opponent’s skin .
She had to fight with these **** vines for the whole duel until her stamina and mana had been emptied .
It would be less shameful if she had managed to burn down all of those vines .
But, she had been caught . Like a loser .
“H, how… . . ”
She knew Ian had extraordinary talent .
But this was, nonsense .
He didn’t lose his consciousness in the Ice Block .
Furthermore, he used magic .
And there was a more surprising thing that happened .
“……Haha . ”
Now, Helene laughed like a mad woman by watching Ian’s next move .
His Ice Block was dispelled .
Did he use his all mana?
No, it shouldn’t be .
Was it too perfect to regard it as a coincidence?
*Step, step . *
Ian approached Helene .
As she expected, Ian dispelled the Ice Block by his own will .
Otherwise, he couldn’t walk to her like that, without any damage .
“Well, now I see why you are called as the Mage of Beginning . ”
Helene’s voice contained bitterness .
Now she understood the meaning of his title .
She could see its power after combat .
He wasn’t an ordinary talented mage .
“I submit . So, will you please remove these dirty vines… . . ”
“Not yet . ”
Ian lowered his voice .
It wasn’t good enough . He had to bend her will completely .
Not just for Helene, but to all other mages who were watching it .
‘I will show them who I am . ’
Young mages just heard the rumors and announcement .
He passed the interrogation of Archmages .
He earned the title 4th class .
However, there was a huge gap between just listening, and watching it for real .
“W, what do you mean… . . ?”
Soon, Helene asked suspiciously .
Of course, Ian didn’t answer .
Instead, he slowly raised his right hand on his head .
He gathered mana on his stretched palm .
“W, wait! Boy? Ian?”
She now even fixed how she called Ian . She was so desperate . If such a high-class aggressive spell landed on her, she would die without a doubt .
“This is just a duel! A practice! Stop it!”
A dark cloud started to gather at the sky of the Ivory Tower .
Its mighty appearance represented its power .
*Grr…… . . *
The spell Ian was casting, it had a long and complex formula .
And it required a lot of time to be launched .
However, its power was the best of the best among 4th class spells .
“Call Lightning . ”
A thick lightning .
It smashed the rooftop of the Ivory Tower .
Precisely, at the point where Helene was tangled .
*CRACCCKKKK – !*
Helene closed her eyes helplessly .
As well as the other mages who were watching it .
White shards of materials that formed the floor of the Ivory Tower were being blown out .
Even the defensive spell on the Ivory Tower couldn’t bear its power .
There would be no doubt about Helene’s death .
Only If it hit her directly .
“……!”
Helene opened her eyes .
The floor in front of her was smashed .
Not only that, it was burned badly around the landing spot .
The lightning smashed right in front of Helene .
“Pa, pant! Paaant!”
She finally could breathe .
She survived . Somehow, she survived .
But why does she feel her heart burning?
Actually, it wasn’t her heart that was burning .
It was the heat which was coming from the burnt vines .
Without the vines, she would be burnt badly .
“Stop . ”
Ian, who was standing out of the area of effect of lightning, made small gestures, then the vines released Helene .
Helene fell down .
She couldn’t manage to keep herself standing .
“Helene . ”
Ian approached Helene very closely .
“D, don’t come to me……!”
Helene shouted unconsciously .
Her instinct refused Ian .
“Is there anymore,”
However, Ian never cared about her reaction .
Rather, he sat down and looked straight at Helene .
“You want to teach me?”
Helene shook her head desperately .
Any more to teach?
What was he intending to?
Helene couldn’t understand it, also didn’t want to understand .
She just wanted to run away from Ian .
Otherwise, she couldn’t calm herself, from the unknown fear, and her beating heart .
“Then, excuse me, I got to go . ”
With those words, Ian walked away .
As he approached, mages stepped back .
And naturally, they made a way for Ian .
At the end of the way, Ian could see some special guests .
Middle-aged mages, who were great seniors to most of the mages .
Including a few Archmages and the Tower Lord, Habert .
They came to the roof when they saw those vines climbing the tower .
“Excuse me… . ”
Ian said while watching them .
“Can you step aside, please? I feel tired . ”
They stepped aside with confused face .
A new Archmage defeated Helene .
The Ivory Tower, which was used to being silent, faced a new era .
Especially, young mages were moved greatly .
“He cast magic while in Ice Block… . . ”
“He’s on a level of creating magic, isn’t he?”
Wherever they go, it was about Ian, Ian Page .
There were no gossips that didn’t include him .
However, not all members of the Ivory Tower got excited .
“Is she still inside, without coming out?”
“Yes . She refused to eat for days . ”
“Hmm . ”
The 19th floor where individual research rooms were located .
There was only silence on this floor .
More than silence, depression .
“Helene, can you hear me?”
In front of Helene’s research room .
With a knock, the Tower Lord called her .
“I understand what you might be feeling . However, you can’t just stay there without eating . Let’s have a conversation, yeah?”
With a warm voice, the Tower Lord unlocked her research room .
While he was entering to her room slowly,
*Clank!*
Tower lord quickly cast a shield magic, to block the bottle which was thrown at him .
Inside of the research room was the worse than he could’ve imagined .
“Ha… . . ”
A bunch of wine glasses was rolling on the floor .
Glasses which were laying down on the floor were smashed .
Including books, there were nothing that stayed clean .
“Helene . ”
“Get out . ”
“It won’t solve any……”
“GET THE HELL OUT!”
Unsettled hair, lightless face, full of the smell of alcohol .
Literally, she looked wasted .
It wasn’t only the result of the defeat .
She was defeated shamefully, in front of numerous audiences .
She screamed like a loser and begged for her life .
However, she couldn’t find any solution to beat him .
She only barely managed to run away .
Her pride couldn’t accept any of these situations .
Her pride was ruined completely .
“Firstly, we better forbid alcohols to be brought in . Have a meal after you get clear headed . The body of every single mage does not belong to them . It belongs to the Ivory Tower . You know it very well, don’t you?”
“Leave me alone . Please… . PLEASE!”
“…… . Alright . I will come again tomorrow . ”
The Tower Lord left the room .
“Tsk tsk . Look at her face . ”
He clicked his tongue .
His face was getting ugly .
He made an immature decision . He had planned to kneel down Ian Page at the very beginning . However, he instead smashed Helene ruthlessly .
‘It’s not a matter of taming him . ’
On the day, when Ian Page stomped Helene, Ian Page said to him, ‘please step aside . ’ Including him, there were great seniors on his path .
What a brave and arrogant kid .
‘He is not a dog who suits a leash… . ’
A leash was a tool which only can be used on dogs .
It wasn’t designed for a ferocious beast .
A beast may try to bite the master whenever it can .
‘Rather he was a wolf . ”
A beast that can’t be tamed even at its young age .
Now he better choose a different way, to make him a loyal servant to the Ivory Tower .
Actually,
‘To make him ‘MY’ loyal servant . ’
A clearer, unofficial trick .
A secret trick that even other archmages shouldn’t know .
Ian deserved such special treatment .
‘I need a lot of time, a large amount of time . ’
Soon, Habert reached the 22nd floor, the room of the Tower Lord .
There, a familiar face awaited him .
“Hello, Tower Lord . ”
“Your highness . ”
A boy who dared to sit on the chair of the Tower Lord .
The fifth prince, Ragnar Greenriver .
The boy welcomed him .
“Sorry for being late . ”
“I’m okay with it, by the way, please keep telling me the story you have said . ”
“What kind of story… . . ”
“Ian Page . ”
Two men who put masks on their own face .
Actually, they suited each other quite well .