Chapter 52 (2)


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    Moving the fireball up and down with his hand, Ian continued.


    Your talent is much greater than mine. If you put your mind to it, reducing a person to cinders would be childs y. So dont think youck the means to protect yourself.


    Sorry to interrupt again, but did Luci really have such tremendous abilities?


    Yes. The talent of an archmage.


    Good heavens. Its hard enough to even see one mage these days. And here I have two by my side.


    Luci looked down at her own hand.


    She stretched her palm out wide just as Ian had.


    But that was it.


    When nothing happened, Luci looked back at Ian.


    Her eyes seemed to ask for an exnation.


    With a p, Ian dispersed the fireball in his palm, then shrugged.


    You just have to draw out your magic power. With your talent, you wont even need magic forms or incantations.


    How do I.Draw out magic power?


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    This was an unexpected question for Ian as well.


    While magic power could be concealed from external view if needed, the wielder themselves should be able to sense it at all times.


    There was no need to learn how to move your fingers.


    You just had to move them.


    On top of that, to be honest, Ian didnt have an exnation either.


    Unlike other mages in this world, he had learned and wielded magic simply by raising his stats.


    As Luci looked up into Ians eyes, she soon murmured.


    You might be mistaken about something.


    Thats not it.


    Ian shook his head.


    Youve received divine grace. If I cant properly exin, its because I wasnt born with a special talent like yours.


    It was an assertion he could make because he had received the quest.


    At the very least, the quest didnt lie.


    On top of that, considering what would soon happen at the Temple of Furnace, everything fit together perfectly.


    Youve forgotten even the existence of your own talent after living without it for so long. It will just take some time to awaken it again.


    Rolling her hands into fists, Luci answered in a slightly discouraged voice.


    Still, I also want to learn how to use a sword like Master Ian.


    Youre very enthusiastic to learn.


    Ian chuckled as he carelessly added.


    Ill teach you when you can conjure mes. Starting only from then.


    Luci nodded seriously.


    By then, youll probably have no interest left in swordy.


    Ian murmured to himself and speared the jerky again.


    Luci looked down at her hands again.


    She was so focused that she didnt even twitch.


    Soon, Miguel started to yawn.


    He waspletely exhausted.


    It was only natural. Guiding the carriage all day while searching for the way and being vignt was much more tiring than it looked.


    Unlike Ian and Luci who could sleep while traveling, he couldnt even take a nap during the day.


    Not long after, Luci also started to doze off in her sitting position.


    Her hands were still wide open.


    If you just look at it, its quite an idyllic scene.


    Ian recalled when it was a game.


    In fact, back then, he hadnt properlypleted many quests that involved escorting or protecting someone for a certain period of time.


    As soon as he received the quest, enemies would inevitably start swarming in, and the A.I of who he had to protect wasnt very good either.


    Decisively, the game didnt end even if the protectee died.


    Rather, he could still receive a decent reward by just taking the corpse or belongings of the target.


    It was a system that seemed to encourage failure.


    Now that he thought about it, it wasnt that surprising.


    Such a tragedy was probably the scenario the creators wanted.


    But it was different now that it had be reality.


    I will definitely not fail the quest I received.


    After covering Luci with a robe, Ian leaned against the cross guard of the sword stuck in the ground.


    Another night passed safely like that.


    ***


    Ippotrantion


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    Hmm. Another fork in the road.


    Miguel, who murmured, chose a direction without much contemtion and moved on.


    Leaning against the wagon, Ian blurted out.


    Are you sure were going the right way?


    I cannot be certain. But I think were going roughly correctly.


    Damn honest.


    Ianughed out loud.


    Belronde bordered Agen, Meneur, Roussard, and even parts of the Empire.


    But not all borders were divided as if cut by a knife.


    Like the swamps of Agen, there were also contaminated or cursed ruggednds stationed near borders.


    ces that the madness of the ck Wall could seep into and eventually turn into demonds anytime.


    Their n was to move along the boundaries of such ruggednd to reach the north.


    Of course they also had a contingency n.


    Ian did not exin that part in detail to Miguel.


    Do you see the mountain range connected over there? I heard a rumor that a witch lives in the valley between those mountains. It looks like thats still true. This path is narrower and less maintained, right?


    Miguel pointed to the mountains stretched out and continued.


    Of course crossing the valley is the fastest way, but well go around following the ridgeline. Prepare yourself because itll start getting colder once we cross here.


    Maybe this guy was born to be a guide.


    Thinking that, Ian nodded.


    Although he couldnt tell the exact location, they had already passed over half of Belronde.


    So far the only shes were routine assaults by demons, so it could be called a very sessful journey.


    So far.


    If we can keep going like this for about another week


    Ian, who was thinking, suddenly turned his head back towards the carriage.


    His eyebrows narrowed.


    Its not the empire, f*ck.


    Theyreing.


    Whatsing?


    The sound of hooves There, you can see them now.


    As Ian confirmed the cavalry rushing towards them in the distance, the corners of his eyes narrowed.


    Miguel turned his head with a stiff expression.


    Damn it, I knew something was fishy in my dream. Could it be those Imperial guys?


    Doesnt seem like it. Unless they threw away all that good equipment.


    There was no uniformity in the clothing of the guys rushing here.


    They were typical gangs of bandits or mercenaries.


    As a dim magical power surged in Ians pupils.


    Stop if you dont wanna get caught!


    The guys who caught up with the carriage surrounded them at an appropriate distance in the blink of an eye.


    Five in total.


    I wondered, but I feel like weve found the right people.


    The thug with the vicious expression who had shouted to stop looked over Ian, Miguel, and Luci, who had her hood down, and murmured.


    He seemed to be the boss of the group.


    Before they knew it, the other guys had also aimed their muskets at Ian and Miguel.


    Ian asked nonchntly.


    What business?


    Are you Ian Hoff? Looking at it, the coachman seems to be the guy named Miguel, and that kid looks like a youngdy.


    You even know the names?


    Contrary to what he felt inside, Ian shook his head.


    You have the wrong person. Are you criminals?


    The boss snickered.


    Well. Theres something I want to ask. What did you guys do to have bounties ced on you? From my view that guy definitely seems to be Miguel.


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    Ians brow furrowed as he turned his head.


    Sweat was streaming down Miguels ashen face.


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