A Returner’s Magic Should Be Special - Novel Chapter 62

A Returner’s Magic Should Be Special Novel


Chapter 62 Summer Break (3)



The sound of the train travelling over its tracks filled the air. Beautiful   scenery   passed   by   endlessly   beyond   the   hallway window. Staring out the window, it was hard to tell whether the train was moving, or if it was the world moving around them.




"We're   starting   to   move,"   said   Pram   as   he   entered   the passenger room at the end of the train. Desir's party could only start   their   journey   four   days   after   Romantica   left   as   the procedure required to obtain the entry permits into the Prilecha Kingdom was considerably arduous.




Because of the Shadow World, the Western Kingdom Alliance and  Hebrion  Kingdom  had  formed  a  peace  treaty  in  order  to survive.  As  such,  citizens  of  both  nations  could  freely  move between the two countries, but obtaining an entry permit was still quite a finicky and time consuming process.




The Outers.  As long as this criminal  group existed, scattered across  the  continent,  each  country  had  to  take  the  traveller screening process seriously.




"We'll get there in three days, so rest up," said Desir. Hearing


this, Pram looked around excitedly while Ajest pulled out a book and began reading. Desir was planning to review his own plans for  the  future  during  the  trip.  The  superficial  reason  he  had given the party for this trip to the Prilecha Kingdom was the Golden Ocean Tournament. However, that was only an excuse. His  true  purpose  was  the  Western  Kingdom  Alliance's  Grand Council meeting.




'My real reason for visiting the Prilecha Kingdom is the Grand Council Meeting for the Western Kingdom Alliance.'




The most important figures from the most influential groups within  the  five  kingdoms  that  formed  the  Alliance  will   be participating  in  this  meeting  and,  thanks  to  Zod,  Desir  was allowed to attend as Zod's companion and as a member of the Magic Tower.




'Priscilla...she will be a great help.'




Priscilla  Hysilkite.   Priscilla  obtained  the  title  "Immaculate Saintess" with her ability to handle magic beyond the realm of the modern magic system and had become influential enough to be referred to as the sixth 'King' of the alliance. It was because of this   influence   that   she   participated   in   the   Grand   Council, attending as the head of the Church of Artemis.




'The power of the Western Kingdom Alliance is also needed to prepare for the Shadow Labyrinth.'




Before the Shadow Labyrinth itself appeared, there had been several omens that were continuously ignored by humanity. In the end, they couldn't properly gather their forces before the Shadow Labyrinth was upon them.




By the time the Alliance and the Hebrion Kingdom managed to form a unified army to stand against the worst Shadow World in   history,   it   was   much   too   late.   Ultimately,   each   nation gathered their most powerful people and they sent out an army of  over  100  million.  However,  even  when  faced  with  such  a calamity, the two nations had such a tumultuous history that they found it impossible to work together and had to split their forces. In this state, it was impossible to stand against the worst of all Shadow Worlds.




'At that time as well...'




Desir could see the scenes from his nightmare flash before his eyes.  He  had  experienced  countless  nightmarish  situations  in his past life and each moment was etched deeply upon his heart,


resulting  in  an  overwhelming  feeling  of  melancholy  that  he could barely contain.




Desir was lost deep in his thoughts when someone knocked on the door. Desir looked towards the door.




"Who is it?"




"Excuse me. I'm travelling alone. Do you mind if I sit here?"




The person who entered through the door was a silver-haired old  man.  His  wrinkles  left  a  strong  impression  of  the  many years that he must have experienced. Pram and Ajest reacted to the request. Ajest barely looked up from her book, but nodded in consent. Pram agreed as well.




"Come on in."




"Pardon the intrusion."




The old man entered the passenger room. As it was designed for four passengers, the room didn't feel cramped. The old man


looked over his new travel companions carefully.




"I hope I'm not interrupting something."




"No, not at all."




"Such a polite young man.  I'm Dmitri.  Are you all  students from the Hebrion Academy?"




"Ah yes. I am a student from the Hebrion Academy. My name is Desir Arman."




"Ah, I didn't recognize such a celebrity! I had wanted to meet you, but I didn't expect it to be like this."




Dmitri  recognized  Desir's  name  and  held  out  his  hand,  his expression still locked in surprise. Desir clasped the man's hand awkwardly, but Dmitri shook it enthusiastically.




"You know me?"


"That's right.  Your name is quite famous.  Didn't you cut the aristocracy down a peg as a commoner?"




Desir immediately understood.




"That's a bit of an exaggeration."




"It's  not  exaggerated  at  all!  Is  it  so  easy  for  a  commoner  to become   a   Single   Ranker   at   Hebrion   Academy,   a   school dominated by nobles? I'm well aware of the situation, since my own children are attending that school as well."




"Ah, haha."




"Honestly,  there  were  many  doubts  when  you  passed  the Promotional   Exam.   People  were  saying  that  you  used  some trickery or that you bribed some of the teachers.  Of course, I believe in you all  the way, but you really proved your skills by clearing that fourth rank Shadow World! You all have shown us commoners that we can do it as well. You proved that we are no worse than those noble bastards."




Dmitri  was  still  holding  onto  Desir's  hand  and  showed  no


intention  of  letting  go.   It  was  a  small   thing.   A  small   step towards showing that commoners can also make something of themselves. Even so, Desir relished the feeling of this personal goal of his progressing as he intended.




"Ah, this old man is embarrassing you. I'm sorry."




Dmitri  let go of Desir's hand and began to laugh awkwardly. As he did so, he took closer note of the others in the passenger room.




"Now that I look at it, these are all your party members."




"That's right sir."




"Please clear the Shadow World next year as well. I leave it to you."




"Of course."




They  travelled  with  Dmitri   about  halfway  to  the  Prilecha Kingdom before the old man disembarked.  Dmitri  said a brief


farewell   as   he   got   off.   Desir's   party   arrived   at   their   own destination the day after.




Thanks to Zod's referral, the border crossing was quick.  As they  left  the  station,  the  first  thing  they  noticed  were  the thousands   of   lampposts   lighting   the   wide   highway   that stretched as far as the eye could see. Fancy buildings lined this great  highway,  all   closely  packed  in  together.  This  was  the capital   of  the  Prilecha  Kingdom,  the  city  of  commerce  and prosperity, Deltaheim.




From  the  liveliness  everywhere,  it  was  easy  to  see  why  the Prilecha  Kingdom  was  called  the  great  nation  of  economy. There  were  roads  connecting  every  city  within  the  Prilecha Kingdom and the capital, Deltaheim, had the ocean directly to its east. All exports from the Alliance were sent out to the rest of the world through this ocean. Deltaheim's pride wasn't its fancy buildings or highly organized network of roads, but this ocean.




As  the  sun  set,  the  ocean  glittered  with  a  golden  hue,  as  if reflecting the wealth of Deltaheim. The Golden Ocean Tournament originally started as a tribute to this ocean. Desir's party was mesmerized by the sights and sounds of Deltaheim. It took a while before they noticed a well-dressed man holding a sign that read: Desir Arman. Desir's jaw dropped.


"It looks like Sir Desir's name has even spread to this far away land," said Pram, sounding like he was growing tired of fame, "it's  almost  scary  at  this  point.  Could  it  be  that  the  entire continent knows your name?"




Desir  gulped.  He  dared  to  hope  that  was  the  reason  for  a moment   before   returning   to   reality   and   refuting   Pram's statement.




"That can't be true. The old man from the train only knew me because  his  children  were  attending  Hebrion  Academy.  This time...there must be a reason as well."




"How about we go and ask then?" suggested Ajest.




"We should, right?"




The man looked at Desir as the party approached him.




"Are you Mister Arman?"




"That's right..."





Desir glanced down at the sign, but the man put it away and bowed.




"I   am   from   the   Eru   Trading   Group.   The   esteemed   Miss Romantica has requested your group to her residence."




They had planned on visiting Romantica, but definitely not in this fashion.




'That's  right...the  Eru  Trading  Group  is  a  massive  trading firm.'




"Miss  Romantica  is  actually  quite  wealthy  huh?"  muttered Pram,  only  now  registering  the  fact.  They  often  forgot  about Romantica's   background   because   she   was   quite   expressive, unlike most women from wealthy families.




They got on the wagon prepared by the Eru Trading Group and arrived by evening time. Romantica's home was a residence with  a  great  view  of  the  ocean.   When  the  bell   was  rung, Romantica popped out of the house.  She was wearing a frilly feminine dress. She greeted Pram brightly and barely


acknowledged  Ajest.   Of  course,  Ajest  didn't  mind  it  at  all. Finally, Romantica turned to Desir.




"You weren't late."




"I did promise. I don't break my promises."




"So  you  say.   You  haven't  eaten  yet  right?  I'll   get  dinner prepared, so wash up and wait. You can head to your room and put your luggage away, I'll let the servants know."




"We  can  just  go  in  like  this?  Don't  we  have  to  greet  your parents too?"




"It's late, so you can do that next time. It's only me and a few servants here right now anyways."




"Hm?"




"This   is   a   vacation   house.   They're   at   our   main   home somewhere else."



'This   is   a   vacation   house?'   Desir   suppressed   his   shock. Romantica was definitely cut from a different cloth.




Desir's  party  entered  their  rooms  and  began  putting  away their luggage.  They ate a nicely prepared dinner and gathered together in the living room for dessert. The view of the ocean at night   was   quite   beautiful.   As   they   enjoyed   this   relaxing moment, Romantica spoke up.




"I registered us for the Golden Ocean Tournament ahead of time,  just  in  case.  Now  we  just  have  to  wait  six  days  for  the tournament to start."




"Is that so? We have more time to train ourselves then."




Training. Romantica's face sagged upon hearing the word. She quickly recovered and layered on the charm as she addressed Desir.




"Hey Desir, we've trained very hard up until  now right? We cleared the Shadow World successfully and it's summer break now..."


Pram, who was watching the exchange, put in his own two cents.




"That's  right,  Sir  Desir.  When  would  we  get  to  come  here again?"




"Right, right. You haven't noticed because you arrived so late in the evening, but the ocean's golden hue is quite a sight."




"Isn't just one day ok?"




It was a Pram and Romantica combined assault. Desir looked over to Ajest.




"Ajest, what do you think we should do?"




"I think it's the responsibility of the party leader to consider his member's desire for recreation."




"Hm, is that so..."


Desir considered it for a while before letting out a sigh.




'I did push them pretty hard before the break...I need to give them some kind of reward if I want to push them again.'




Since there were more than a few days before the tournament, he decided to relent to Romantica's request.




"Ok, just one day."




"Yahoo!"




"We did it!"




Pram and Romantica high-fived while Desir gazed silent out the window.  The faint sound of starlit waves crashing against the beach tickled his ears.

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