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Chapter 92




Return of The 8th Class Mage Chapter 92
voice that was just heard,
That voice was heard once again.
But, this time, it was heard from a closer distance.
“Who…..?”
The princess asked surveying the empty space.
Her heart was beating loudly as she asked.
It was because the voice was a very familiar one.
“It is I.”
Finally, someone has appeared.
The transparent body has become semi transparent.
Finally, a complete shape and color were formed.
“Sir, Sir Ian?”
It was Ian Page, the tower lord of the Ivory Tower, who has been discretely crisscrossing between places within the imperial city, using cloaking magic and teleportation for a while.
“How….. I mean, first….”
Hailey has lost for words to say with the very sudden appearance of Ian.
“It’s alright.  I know everything.”
“What happened to Sir Dumpil…..”
“It is an innocuous magic.  He is simply frozen.”
Time sleep is a step towards the ultimate magic of paralysis and sleep that causes loss of memory between first being under the spell and waking up from it.  Yet, the awareness will continue without interruptions.  As long as it is not used for an extended amount of time, that is.
“I am aware of the situation.  I will soon resolve it, so I beg you to follow my instructions as I say from now on.  Is that possible?
The princess nodded her head upon hearing these words.
She had the aura of ultimate determination and decisiveness.
“What do I need to do?  My teacher.”
“Teacher?  Ah.”
In replying, Ian soon realized what she was getting at.
He had completely forgotten about the promise that he had made with the princess.
“…..OK.”
Ian has accepted the title of teacher.
He soon began whispering to the princess.
“First…..”
* * *
A few hours have passed.
Ian came out of the imperial palace.
In his hands were the flower and leaves.
It was the flower that was found in that bastard, Ragnard’s, bedroom.
They were the petals and leaves cut from that flower.
‘The flower of Landeor.’
The effect of neutralizing the so called mana force,
It is the ingredient for the ultimate poison that had killed Ian, in his previous life.
It was the key that will heal Radio’s mana poison.
Since the flower’s nature of instantly dying as soon as the root is removed from its original location, even growing it, not to mention collecting them were impossible.  However, that such strange flower appeared flawlessly in Ragnard’s bedroom.
‘Has the emperor been harmed by this also.’
He did not anticipate in finding the flower of Landeor in such a way.  Wasn’t it the flower needed to heal Radio’s illness as well as to eradicate the only weakness in Ian, himself?
‘How is it kept normal?’
Ian has been diligently studying up on the flower of Landeor for the past 6 years.  He needed the ways to grow, collect and concoct medicine from it.  However, he wasn’t able to find any clues.
‘Ragnard, it does not seem like his work.’
Ragnard reached his objective in his previous life and in this life by using the flower of Landeor.  It definitely was not a self achieving, and there was only one outside force that came to his mind.
‘Evantus.’
The leader of the Order of the Dragon.
The dragonian Evantus.
If that bastard has approached Ragnard?
‘I must find him first.’
Is it truly that bastard’s work?
If so, would he know the method to neutralize the poison?
There was no way to guess that.
However, he could find him and ask.
‘Although he would not reveal it without resistance.’
The immediate task at hand was to find him.
Just at that moment, Ian had a method.
Carrots and sticks, both sides were perfect.
‘Maybe start with the story of the dragon.’
Perhaps.
‘Beat it out of him with magic.’
The latter would be the better way to start.
He wanted to spar with him at least once.
The sorcerer that has reached the similar level as he has.
A battle against such an entity with the equal strength.
Of course, he didn’t think he would lose.
‘As far as magic was concerned, no one would be above me.’
After deciding what to do, Ian set out to the next destination.
‘Auburn Parker.’
Auburn Parker, an aristocrat of the imperial city, who was a faithful servant of Evantus.
His mansion in the imperial city was not too far away.
‘Let me first change my facial appearance.’
Ian was still hiding the fact that he has returned, so in order to deceive the people’s eyes, he needed to change his appearance.
‘Face off.’
Mary, the dispatched sorcerer to the Pherick Territory.
It was the same magic spell that she uses.
However, Ian’s sorcery was on a different plane.
It wasn’t just simply changing the facial appearance.
His eyes narrowed like thread, sharply protruding forehead and even widened nose and wrinkles.  Although he may not have been an attractive young man, there was no trace of the face that was ripe for attention.
“Have I gone too far with the disguise?”
Ian murmured.
He soon changed his mind.
The purpose is to hide the true identity.
‘It is better to be certain.’
Has it been thirty minutes since he has started walking?
He has stopped in front of a mansion.
The aristocrat that was deemed to be Evantus’ faithful servant,
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It was the grand family mansion of Auburn Parker.
“Who is it?”
The guard that was watching the house asked.
Was it due to Ian’s worsened appearance?
It was rather a rude and aggressive tone.