A Returner’s Magic Should Be Special - Novel Chapter 85

A Returner’s Magic Should Be Special Novel


Chapter 85. His Decision (7)



"..."




Desir was left embarrassed with Zod's sudden confession.




This was a side of Zod that Desir had not seen in his previous life, even after accompanying him for many years.




Desir only saw Zod acting as the master of the Magic Tower, cold and calculative in all  circumstances, and as the Seventh-Circle wizard with an insatiable curiosity in finding the truth of all things.




If he was planning to give up this easily, what was the purpose of the conversation thus far?




After  considering  it  for  another  second,  Desir  voiced  his doubts.




"If this is true, everything you have told me so far..."



"I was just testing you. I wouldn't care whether or not you tell me."




All of his threats to Desir had been an act.




Desir was perfectly deceived by his skillful acting.




Desir responded in a heavy voice.




"Mr. Zod."




"Haha... I'm sorry. But I give you my word. I won't ask about your  identity  anymore.  Everyone  has  their  own  secrets  that they can't share with anybody.  I also have a bunch of secrets that I don't want anybody to know."




In  Zod's  own  words,  Desir  imitated  his  tone  and  solemn posture.




"I'm sorry that I couldn't tell  you my identity, but I give you my word. If the day comes, I will tell you everything."





HAHAHA




The two faced each other and laughed.




"I hope that day is not too far away."




Zod's smile was amazingly warm.  It was like the smile of a grandfather looking at his grandson.




"Is that all you wanted to say?"




"No, there is one more thing. It's about the Outsiders."




Desir instantly recalled what happened around this time in his future.




It had all unfolded in a rush.




The  Great  Conference  of  the  West  Kingdom  Union.   The


Outsiders carried out a terrorist attack on the conference and they managed to summon a devil, Dadenewt.




Up until  that point, they had only been a trivial  faction that committed minor misdeeds, but it was at this point that they became active in earnest.




Those who tried to overturn the status quo and spread chaos were clearly a destabilizing force. In particular, the Crow Mask that led this movement was especially dangerous.




"Through these events, I can see that the Outsider's power is considerable.   They  have  been  successful   at  concealing  their power up until now."




Above  all,  the  Crow  Mask  that  was  leading  them.  A  Sixth-Circle  wizard,  of  which  there  are  few  on  this  continent,  who used space magic, a Sixth-Circle spell.




He was powerful enough to interrupt Zod's use of space magic.




Desir could not understand how such a person could manage to hide his identity without even a hint at what their real name


was.




"The revolutionaries..."




The Crow Mask was a remnant of the Revolutionary Army.




In   the   future,   Desir   was   told   that   the   remnants   of   the Revolutionary Army that survived during the civil  war of the Hebrion  Empire  became  the  Outsiders,  but  he  never  thought that he would encounter them this way.




They  commit  indiscriminate  acts  of  terrorism  with  absurd justifications.




'A   group   with   that   kind   of   motivation   was   even   more dangerous than a regular criminal syndicate.'




Those who move based on faith are scary. It was because they believed their actions were right that they could justify any and all  actions.  They  even  slaughtered  citizens  while  saying  that they resurrected Dadenewt to sacrifice the few for the sake of the many.



'I can't tolerate this.'




The only thing that can be said about them is that they are completely crazy.




The main purpose behind one's actions cannot be described in just a few words.




What  they  enacted  was  not  a  revolution,  but  an  obvious massacre.




'And they must have recognized me as an enemy by now.'




Desir felt that he would inevitably meet them again someday.




With a lighter tone than before, Zod broke Desir's ruminations.




"Nothing  to  worry  about.   There  have  been  some  positive changes as a result of this."


"Oh yeah? What do you mean?"




Zod  picked  up  one  of  the  newspapers  at  the  bedside  and handed it over to Desir.




[Wizard  from  Hebrion  Academy  raises  a  sword  against  the enemy]




"The mood is now different in comparison to the time before the   Great   Council.   Not   only   the   citizens   of   the   Western Kingdom   but   also   the   kings   of   the   nations   realized   the seriousness of the Outsiders. And thanks to you, the impression of the Hebrion Empire was dramatically improved."




Desir smiled.




"Is that so? I'm very glad."




"If  the  talks  goes  well,  the  front  lines  between  the  Hebrion Empire and Western Kingdom may be united."




"I hope that happens."





Zod stood up.




"I'm all done now. I'm going to let you go. Take care."




"Thank you, Tower Master."




As soon as he opened the door, the silence magic disappeared.




The long and tiring conversation had finally come to an end.




Desir lay down on his fluffy pillow to digest the contents of that heavy conversation.




'Improvement   of   the   relationship   between   the   Western Kingdom and Hebrion Empire...'




It was a relief during a time of misery.




Desir fell into deep thought.




'But   they   are   not   the   'true'   enemy   that   we   need   to   be concerned with.'




Despite  the  emergence  of  the  Outsiders  as  a  threat,  the ultimate enemy remained unchanged.




The Shadow Labyrinth.




The worst disaster that was fated to appear in the future.




Desir had yet to talk about the real  enemy. This was because he had determined that there was no reason to spend the effort convincing   the   others   without   explaining   how   he   was   a returner. Trying to explain how he knew this would only cause confusion.




'It's time to calmly start preparing.'




He  would  gather  up  his  party  and  train  them  further  to increase  their  power.  Of  course,  he  couldn't  forget  to  train himself.   His  own  power  would  be  a  decisive  factor  in  this


coming disaster.




Putting this plan into action would allow Desir to reach the end goal, step by step.




With this plan, Desir felt he could overcome any danger.






In a secluded village in the Prillecha Kingdom.




Someone traveling to the capital would encounter this village on  their  journey.  This  town  was  frequented  by  tourists  and merchants who stopped to take a break from their travels.




There was nothing to write home about this village and it was not very big, but it at least was known for its one specialty.




Dark Beer.




There was only one tavern in this village but the taste of dark beer  was  well  renowned  in  the  nearby  towns.  The  taste  was good enough that people from nearby villages would even stop


by specifically for this beer.




"Hey, Hans. Did you hear the news?"




It was a very hot evening. Heat intensely radiated up from the ground  and  the  air  was  especially  muggy.  The  villagers  dealt with the heat by rushing to the pub and drinking the cold dark beer.




It was on this day that the pub was a bit noisier than usual.




It wasn't just because of a few rowdy foreigners.  Some news from  the  capital   had  arrived  and  turned  the  village  upside down.




They gathered at the tavern and shared their merriment at the good tidings.




"What happened?"




Hans, who ran a mill in the neighborhood, looked at his friend in a way that showed he didn't know what he was talking about.





His friend pounded his chest in sheer frustration at someone being this much out of the loop.




"Oh,  this  guy!  Haven't  you  even  read  the  newspaper?  Just what have you been doing?"




"Ehhhh, you know how my work has been recently."




"Were  you  sick?  Well,  you  shutdown  your  mill   for  a  few days... That Outsider gang... The Outsiders. They broke into the capital..."




The friend brought his hand to his ear, as if to tell  Hans to listen   carefully   to   his   surroundings.   When   Hans   stopped talking, he could hear the conversations of the people around him.




"The Outsiders have invaded the capital."




"The Hebrion boy... ... "


"Hero..."




Everyone  in  the  tavern  was  talking  about  this  one  person. This   could   be   expected   though.   It   was   an   event   of   such significance that it would inevitably be recorded in the history books. Rumors of what had occurred were already spread across the continent.




Hans  was  still  listening  to  what  his  friend  was  telling  him. When   the   friend's   story   concluded,   he   was   left   absolutely amazed.




"The boy defeated the Outsiders."




Everyone spoke up after listening to him, adding a word or two of praise for the hero or disdain at the Outsiders.




"Well done."




"Damn, they are so annoying! I've heard that the amount of damage  that  they've  caused  so  far  to  the  Magic  Tower  is astronomical."



"I've heard they stole technology?"




"We paid them back in full, this time."




Then he nodded.




"So  this  is  why  fewer  traders  had  passed  through  the  town recently."




"It's because the capital has collapsed and is not a place to do business right now. In addition, more and more trains are being used in recent years. There are going to be fewer foreign visitors to the village in the coming years."




Hans listened to the story and grabbed a cold beer. The beer had a nice texture.




Excitedly, his face turned red.  The dark beer produced here was also famous for its high alcohol  content.  From drinking a single glass, no matter how strong the person was, they would definitely get drunk.


Hans's   gaze   that   swept   throughout   the   tavern   ended   up catching on a particular person.




"Who's that guy?"




He pointed at someone in the corner.




In  that  particular  corner  of  the  tavern,  there  was  someone sipping beer.  He wore a hood and the shadows it left were so dark that it was almost impossible to see his face.




He was sitting alone and drinking.




Perhaps because of the bleak atmosphere he gave off, no one had tried to get close to him.




He looked unpleasant.




Hans's friend lowered his voice.




"... He's a stranger who's been staying here for a few days. No


one has seen his face."




Because of the incident in the capital, the merchants who used to visit hadn't come recently.  Not to mention the tourists and other travelers.




It was therefore not weird for the villagers to look at him with suspicion while reluctantly welcoming him into the village.




A friend whispered into Hans's ear.




"Actually... someone has reported him as a potential Outsider. We should get a response by tomorrow."




"Ha, you're saying he's an Outsider?"




"Keep your voice down!"




A friend pushed Hans's head down while furtively monitoring the hooded man's movement for any change. However, he was still sipping beer as calmly as ever.

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