A Returner’s Magic Should Be Special - Novel Chapter 68

A Returner’s Magic Should Be Special Novel

Chapter 68. The Great Council (4)

Starting  with  Romantica,  Pram  and  Adjest  also  easily  won their matches.  After clearing the round of 16, they all  reached the quarter-finals. Those who participated in the Yellow Ocean Competition   were   all   high-levelled,   and   making   it   to   the quarter-finals  meant  that  their  skills  were  remarkably  high. Pram,  Romantica,  and  Adjest  triumphantly  left  the  stadium. Since the quarter-finals were scheduled to begin at 3:00, they had two hours spare to eat.

"I think that I've improved a lot compared to the past."

"Well, it's obvious because you train so hard."

The  council  meeting  wasn't  over  yet,  so  they  had  to  eat  by themselves.  They had seen a place for pasta on the way here before, so they decided to go there.

"But it's such a shame that Romantica and Adjest have already met."

As Pram said, Romantica and Adjest met immediately in the


At the time, Romantica said that there was nothing that could be done.

"Why   shame?   I   actually   wanted   to,   so   it   was   a   good opportunity. Wasn't it, Adjest?"

"...well, at least once."

Adjest  replied  in  a  less  enthusiastic  manner.   Pram  asked Romantica:

"Don't you feel frustrated when you fight against Adjest?"

"I'm  pretty  confident  in  my  skills.  Not  that  I  can  afford  to underestimate her."

Romantica still remembered Adjest's incredible reflexes when they played volleyball. Adjest was a magic swordsman. She did not only have skills as a magician but also as a knight, so no one could dared challenge her lightly.

Throughout all of the grades at Hebrion Academy, only a few people   could   overpower   Adjest. Without   Desir,   she   was probably the top of first-class singles.

Rumble / glurp

Anyway,  such  a  painful   comparison  was  of  no  use  now. Romantica  was  very  hungry  because  she  used  a  lot  of  magic during the match.

"Anyway, I need to eat first. I remember it was around here..."

There were so many people in the street that there was barely room  to  even  walk.  The  street  was  crowded  with  all  of  the people who came to either watch the Yellow Ocean Competition or spend their vacation visiting the beach.

Some   people   recognized   Romantica,   Adjest,   and   Pram. Waving at them to communicate their feelings.  Some of these people cheered them on.

"Hey, Romantica! You should win! I bet all  of my bar money for this month on you!"

"Ms. Adjest! I'm dead meat if you lose!"

"Pram,  I  don't  care  if  you  win  or  not.  Just  don't  get  hurt! You're just too damn precious!"

Most   of   the   encouraging   words   were   related   to   betting. However, it was still  pleasant to be recognized and famous by others. Romantica and Pram couldn't hide their bashful smiles. While they were walking along the street with a much lighter step than before, Romantica who was at the front of the group, suddenly stopped and looked back.  There was a man who just passed  her.  The  man  was  wearing  a  hood,  but  shortly  before passing, she definitely caught a glimpse of what was inside of it from the corner of her eye.

It was a crow mask.

"Is something wrong, Romantica?"

"Not really."

Romantica  became  a  Third-Circle  Sorcerer,  and  the  biggest difference  was  that  she  could  feel   more  mana  around  her. Previously,  she  only  sensed  the  presence  of  mana,  but  upon reaching the Third-Circle, it felt as though mana would soon be in her hands.  And then, for the first time, Romantica realized that mana had a slightly different nature for each person.

A small but subtly flowing mana for Desir. Adjest's frigid-cold mana that seemingly stung like frostbite.


'It feels like I have felt this mana somewhere.'

It was definitely the mana she felt somewhere. And it wasn't too long ago.

'Right, that time...'

The wizard, who led the men that attacked the Ellueli chapter of the Tower of Magic, also had this mana.

Romantica  was  in  the  Second-Circle,  so  she  wasn't  sure  if what she felt at that time was the same as now, but she was sure that the feeling from that mana was similar to the man who just passed by her.

Mana smelling like a sewer.  It was a horrendous image that came  to  mind  right  away  without  even  trying  to  remember. Romantic murmured to herself as she stared at the man who passed by her.

"The Outsiders?"

"Pardon? What are you talking about all of a sudden?"

Romantica spoke, pointing to a man wearing a hood.

"No, that man has mana that's similar to what I felt during the Ellueli raid."

She   wasn't   sure.   She   just   had   a   similar   feeling.   But   if Romantica's assumptions are true...

"If so, it could be dangerous."

Adjest replied.

"The way that man walks... Very unusual."

It's as if he's ready for any attack. It felt as if he's been forged with a knife.

"And he's also hiding his mana. I can't even tell how much he has."

Probably  a  very  high-level  wizard,  far  beyond  their  current abilities.

"Don't think about it too much. It's only a feeling, and perhaps he's a grand wizard of some sort."

Romantica barely shook off all  of the ominous thoughts. She wanted to get to the bottom of it, but she couldn't blame the man without any evidence just based on her feelings.

"First of all, let's get something to eat. There it is."

Romantica pointed at the sign of the restaurant that they just passed. The name of the restaurant was written in fancy print. Adjest and Pram no longer brought up the matter as if by prior agreement.   The   party   went   into   the   restaurant,   and   each ordered  something  that  caught  their  eye.   While  they  were eating and talking, the memory of the wizard soon started to fade away. Soon the topic moved to Desir, who wasn't present at the moment:

"I bet he's having a tough time."

Pram rebutted as Romantica made such a definitive statement.

"Don't  you  think  Desir  is  doing  just  fine?  Desir  has  usually handled all situations that he's found himself in perfectly."

It was the same in the promotion exam, and as well as in the Shadow  World.  Pram  had  placed  his  full  trust  in  him.  Adjest nodded in agreement.

"That's  not  what  I  meant.  Dad  and  I  have  attended  a  few meetings  with  powerful   people  and  they  always  insisted  on pushing their opinions since they were only interested in their own benefits."

"So, by now, there's definitely going to be a lot of arguments in the meeting. They will  be pushing for their own justice and profit. Our poor, common, party leader in such battle. Can you even imagine?"

"Do you think Desir is gutless?"

Adjest replied.

"Well... Right. That's true. As long as there's no topic related to Hebrion... Yeah, there shouldn't be any issues."

When their main dishes came out Romantica concluded the conversation.

"The bottom line is, there's a situation that Desir can't solve so

matter what."

The man in the hood headed off into the alley past the crowds. It was daylight, but it was a place with plenty of mold because the  towering  buildings  didn't  allow  enough  sunlight  through. Broken bottles were scattered over the street interspersed with loose rubbish.


The  muttering  man's  voice  was  mixed  with  emotions.  He thought  of  the  three  boys  and  girls  he  just  passed  by.  The clothes they were wearing were obviously the uniform of the Hebrion Empire.  The only way to have such a uniform at that age   was   if   they   attended   the   Hebrion   Academy.   They   are perhaps the top-class pupils of the Hebrion Academy.

Above all, the man clearly heard the voice of one of the girls.

"She has good senses."

The girl had especially sensitive intuition. It was doubtful that she sensed dark mana from the man. It was fortunate for them

that  they  did  not  chase  the  man  there.   Third-Circle  magic swordsman,  knight  class  swordsman,  and  Third-Circle  wind wizard. That's who they are. All together, they wouldn't leave a scratch on this man.

'I know I should kill even if they feel suspicious...' but the man decided not to follow his instincts.

He thought that even if he doesn't kill  them right now, they will  all  die anyway. Leaving them alone now would only allow them to live for a while longer. The voices of people could only faintly be heard.

His body scattered like a mist and soon re-appeared on top of a nearby building. He now had a clear view of the scenery of the Kingdom  Frilleza.   Streets  where  so  many  people  stroll   by, buildings  with  varying  signs...   Then  his  gaze  stopped  at  a particular place. The top of the royal palace was looming in the distance, shining down on all from the radiant sunlight.

He softly whispered, "Start."



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