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Infinite Mage Chapter 108: Back to Everyday Life (2)

Chapter 108: Back to Everyday Life (2)

Shirone’s‌ face turned incredulous.​​⁠ His friends’ reactions⁠ were no different.‍ Amy shook her‌‍ head in disbelief​ and then, pressing​​​ her forehead with‍ her hand, said,‌‌

“Sharelle,​ what book have‌​‍ you been reading‌ these days?”

“Yes!⁠⁠ This one!”

Sharelle‍‍‌ eagerly pulled out‍ a novel. The​⁠‌ provocatively red cover‌‌⁠ bore the title⁠‌‍ “Primitive Snare.”

“This‌​ is the hottest​ book in the⁠⁠ bookstores right now.‌‍⁠ Its about a married nobleman who‌‌ falls in love⁠⁠ with a maid.‌ Theres this line‍ where the maid‌‍ breaks his dish⁠​ and asks, ‘What‍ are you going​ to do now?​⁠‍ Are you going‍‌⁠ to demand my⁠​ body?’ Then the​​ nobleman ties her​‍‌ up with ropes​ and…”

“Stop!⁠⁠‌ That’s enough!”

Amy‍​‍ raised her hand⁠‍⁠ to stop her.​ It felt like⁠‌ they shouldnt hear‍⁠‍ anymore.

“Why?‌‌​ The interesting part‌ is just coming‍​‌ up.”

“Sharelle,‌‌‌ even if you⁠ like novels, please​⁠​ don’t confuse them‌‍‌ with reality. Such​⁠ books are vivid‍ and provocative to⁠​ captivate readers.”

“Humph!⁠‍​ You say that⁠​ because you haven’t⁠‍‌ read it. If‌ you read it‌‍‌ just once, youll⁠ be hooked. Speaking‍​‌ of which, do‍‍‍ you want to​⁠ borrow it?”

As‍⁠ Sharelle offered “Primitive‍⁠‌ Snare,” Amy quickly​‍ turned her head​‌ away. Accepting her‍‍ request would mean​‌​ enduring a week⁠⁠ or more of​ her reviews.

Shirone⁠⁠‌ leaned back against‍⁠ a cushion and‍‌ spoke.

“Ah,‌ today’s the last‍‍ day in the‍ infirmary. Thanks for‌‌ coming by. You‍‌ too, Senior Sharelle.”‍‌​

“Don’t‍ say such disheartening⁠⁠ things. Honestly, studying‌ in the advanced⁠ class was killing‌​ me. It was​ a nice break⁠ for both Amy​ and me.”

Amy‍⁠ didn’t disagree. The​‍​ stress of daily⁠ ranking competition had​ reached its peak.‍​ Thus, the temporary⁠‍‍ closure of the‍⁠‍ academy was like‍​ a blessing for​ the seniors.

Sharelle​​ spoke with a gloomy expression.

“But​⁠⁠ I’m worried about‌ the headmaster. Honestly,‌ this decision was​ unexpected. It was‍ something the Creas‍ Autonomous District could‌‌ handle, but he‌‌ chose to undergo‍ the Magic Associations‍‍ inspection.”

Alpheas‍ had voluntarily filed‌‍ a lawsuit. Although‌⁠‌ he could have⁠ easily defused the​⁠⁠ situation due to​ his high standing‍ in the continent,‌⁠⁠ he accepted all​ the student council’s‍‍ demands. Consequently, the‌ case had been​⁠ transferred to the‌​ most dreaded Inspection‍ Division 3 of‍⁠ the Magic Association.⁠‌⁠

“The⁠⁠ Inspection Division 3 is known as‌⁠‌ the special investigation​​​ unit in the‍‍‌ Magic Association. They‌ strictly abide by‍ the law, regardless‍‌ of connections or⁠‌‍ status. Even Headmaster​⁠ Alpheas can’t avoid⁠‍‌ disciplinary action.”

Shirone‌‍ thought it was​⁠​ for the best.⁠​

“The​⁠ headmaster has been⁠‍ carrying this pain‍‍ for 40 years.​‌​ If this opportunity⁠‌⁠ can lighten his‍‌ burden even slightly,⁠‍⁠ I think accepting‍‍ the punishment is‍‍ a good thing.”​​⁠

Nade​​‍ commented.

“Let’s‌​ just wait and‍‍‍ see how things⁠ go. Who are⁠ we worrying about?‌‌ It’s Alpheas Myrhe,‍ a Grade-4 mage.‍‌⁠ We’ll be busy‍ again once the⁠ academy reopens, so⁠​‌ let’s rest while​⁠​ we can.”

“Yeah,‍ that sounds good.”‍​

Shirone⁠ turned to look⁠⁠​ out the window.⁠

The‌​⁠ afternoon sun poured⁠⁠ in lazily.

Bashuka,​ the Capital.

Viewed‌ from the Jijeon‍​⁠ Mountain Range, the​‌⁠ scenery of Bashuka‍‌ was dominated by​⁠ the towering royal⁠ palace, with key‌‍‌ institutions spread out‌​​ around it in‍‍ concentric circles. The‍⁠ residents of the‍ capital say that‍ the buildings visible⁠‌ from the mountain‍‍⁠ range symbolize the​‌ nation’s key institutions.‍

One⁠‌​ of these was​ the Magic Association.‍⁠ The 18-story building​ oversaw the affairs​ of all registered‌​‌ mages in the‌⁠ Thormia Kingdom and‍​ handled the surveillance‌​​ and intelligence tasks​ of the mage⁠⁠ community in collaboration‌⁠‌ with other agencies.‌

While‍‍ any mage would‍ want to visit⁠ the place at⁠‍‍ least once, Thadd,‍⁠ assigned as the⁠‍​ guide for Alpheas,‍​⁠ Canis, and Arin’s‍ party, felt like⁠‌ a cow being‍‌‍ led to the‌‍‌ slaughterhouse.

“Master,‌​‌ is this really​⁠ the best course?”​​​

“This⁠‌⁠ is what I’ve‌ chosen. My only‍⁠⁠ regret is that​​ it took too⁠⁠ long.”

Alpheas’s⁠​ determination was unwavering.‌ Thadd didn’t really‍‌ expect an answer;‌‌ he just wanted⁠​ to reconfirm his⁠ master’s will before‌⁠‍ crossing the Association’s‌‍ threshold, from where​​⁠ there was no‍⁠ turning back.

“Understood.⁠‍‌ Then I’ll wait‍⁠ until the trial‌‌ is over.”

Alpheas‍‍⁠ looked pleased. Taking⁠⁠⁠ Canis and Arin⁠ with him, he​⁠ surrendered to the​ inspection department, and​​⁠ thus, the three​ were locked in​‍‍ separate cells for⁠‍‍ a day.

The‍‍⁠ next day, Alpheas‍⁠ was the first‍‍ to be called‍​⁠ into the interrogation‍‌ room. Meanwhile, Canis‌ and Arin waited‌ in an isolation‌‍ facility decked with⁠‍ magical devices. The⁠‍‌ magic control devices‌‌‌ made entering the⁠ Spirit Zone impossible.‍‍ Additionally, even Harvest‍ couldn’t operate.

After‌ about three hours,‌⁠​ they were called.‍

“Canis,‌‍ Arin. Come out.”⁠‍​

Although‌ no formal charges​​ had been proven‍ yet, the Association’s⁠ staff already treated⁠‍‌ them like criminals,​‍ likely influenced by⁠‌‌ Alpheas’s report.

Canis‍‍‌ and Arin silently​‍ complied. As they‌ entered the corridor‍⁠‌ to the interrogation‍​‌ room, they saw‍ Alpheas approaching from‌‍ the opposite side.⁠ Canis intended to​⁠‌ pass by him​ indifferently, but Alpheas⁠‍‌ turned to the​‍ guards and spoke⁠ just as they‌‌‍ were about to‌⁠‌ cross paths.

“Excuse‍ me, could we​ have a moment⁠​ to talk?”

“Yes,‌⁠ but please be⁠ quick.”

Canis‍ snorted at the‍‌ guard’s completely different​‍‍ attitude towards Alpheas.⁠‌ It wasn’t Alpheas’s‍‍ strength but his⁠​‍ fame that earned‌⁠ him such treatment.‍ The fact that⁠ Alpheas, whose magic⁠‌‍ skills were inferior⁠​‍ to Arcane’s, could‌⁠​ exude the air⁠⁠ of a victor,​ irritated Canis.

As⁠ the guards stepped‌ aside, Alpheas said,‍‍

“Don’t​​‌ be too tense.‍⁠ Just answer a few questions and⁠⁠⁠ you’ll be out.”⁠

“You’re​ mistaken. We’re not⁠​ your docile students.⁠​ We’ve fought countless‌⁠ battles. No situation‍ scares us.”

Having‍​‌ experienced life and‍⁠ death in battle,‌⁠​ Canis had something‌⁠​ that his peers​ lacked. But that⁠ life also meant​​​ many losses. Alpheas​‌ wanted to help⁠⁠‍ them regain what​‍ they had lost,⁠‍‌ with their future‍​‌ still so promising.‌‌‍

“That’s⁠‌ actually why I wanted to see‌ you.”

“What​ do you mean?”‍‌

“How‍‍​ about enrolling in‌‌‍ the magic academy‍ after this is​‌‌ over?”

Canis⁠ felt insulted. Didn’t⁠⁠‍ Alpheas know how‌‍​ he had lived?⁠ Being told to‍ mix with sheltered‍ students after learning⁠ magic in life-threatening​ situations.

“Don’t​‍‌ joke around. We‍ didn’t lose because​ we were weak.⁠‍‍ If it weren’t‍ for Abyss Nova,‍‍‍ or if it⁠ had been a fair fight, master‍​‌ could have taken‌ you down in‍‌ one hit.”

“That‌ might have been​‍ possible.”

Alpheas‍ readily agreed.

“But​​ if it hadn’t‌‌ been for that‍⁠ method, maybe I would have been‍​ the first to‌​ kneel and apologize.”‌⁠

Canis⁠ bit his lip.⁠‌ It was an⁠ unacceptable statement, yet⁠ he couldn’t argue‌ against it.

“Canis,⁠‍⁠ that’s what evil‌ is. No matter​⁠ how justifiable the​ reason, hatred is​‍​ inevitable. You can⁠‍‍ rise higher. I want to give​‌ you not darkness⁠‌‌ but a bright‍ future.”

“Why​​ do you care⁠​ about me? Is​‍⁠ it sympathy?”

“I,‌ too, was a disciple of Arcane.‌ You could say‍ it’s a death​ sentence for you.⁠⁠ Just as time​⁠ can’t be turned‌ back, connections last⁠ forever. If you⁠​⁠ want to start‌​‌ a new life,‍‍‌ I will help⁠‌‌ you.”

Canis‍⁠‌ didn’t respond. What⁠⁠​ could a new​​‌ life possibly mean​‍​ now? He had⁠​ only learned combat,‍‍⁠ and thus, it‌​ was his fate‍‍⁠ to live on⁠​⁠ the battlefield.

As‌⁠⁠ Alpheas walked away​‍‍ down the corridor,‍​‍ the guard grabbed‌ Canis and Arin⁠​ and dragged them⁠ back to the​⁠ interrogation room. Contrary⁠‍‍ to what he‌⁠ had imagined about‌‌ Inferno’s prison, the‍‌‍ interrogation room was​​ neat and tidy.‌‍​ A slender man​ sat at the‍ table, his back⁠‍‌ turned, unidentifiable except‌​​ for his silver‍ hair.

“Investigator,​ these are the‌​ suspects in this‍ case, Canis and‍‌ Arin.”

“Ah,‌‍ come this way.”‌⁠‌

His‍ voice was chilling,​‌⁠ like sharpening steel.‌‌‌ Fitting for someone‌⁠ who roamed the‍​‍ notorious Inspection Division​‍ 3 fields, there‍​⁠ was a blade-like⁠ aura about him.​‌ Canis and Arin⁠ walked around the‌⁠​ table to face⁠‌​ the investigator. Contrary‍​ to expectations, he​⁠⁠ wasn’t a fearsome‍ sight. His chin‍‌ was pointed like‍‍ a cat’s, and‌‍ he was smiling​​ with narrow eyes.‌‍

“I⁠‍⁠ am Sakiri, an‍ investigator of Inspection‌​​ Division 3. You⁠ are Canis and​‌‍ Arin, correct?”

“Yes.”⁠‌⁠

Canis​ answered calmly. However,‍‍⁠ there was no‌ response from Arin.‌​ Not wanting to‌⁠​ irritate the investigator,⁠‌‌ Canis turned to⁠ her and asked.​

“Arin,‍‌​ what’s wrong?”

Arin⁠‌ was trembling, her⁠ face pale. Canis‌‌⁠ realized from her⁠ eyes, shaking with‍​ shock as she⁠ looked at Sakiri,​​⁠ that she was‍‍ horrified.

‘What​ did she see⁠⁠⁠ to be this‌ scared?’

“Canis,⁠⁠‌ I can’t read‌ it…”

Arin,⁠ being at the‍ first stage of⁠ her psychic abilities,​‌‌ should not be​ unable to sense​‍ the feel of‍‍⁠ objects. This meant‌​​ the object originally‍​ had no feel,⁠​‌ or the feel‍ was artificially erased.‌‌​

Indeed,‌​ Sakiri, as seen‌​ by Arin, appeared​ bizarre. His whole‌​ body was like‌⁠​ smooth metal, mirror-like,⁠‌ and his egg-shaped⁠ face lacked any‌ features. His hands⁠​‍ and feet were‍‍ pointed like cones,‌‍ making reading even‌ the slightest emotion‍‌ impossible. It was​​ a form of‍ the first stage‌⁠ that could only​⁠‌ appear in a state of perfect​‌​ emotional blockade.

“Oh,⁠‍ it seems the‍ lady is startled.‍‌ Its the first‌​⁠ stage, right? Magic⁠​ is blocked, but​ there’s no way⁠‌‌ to block inherent‌​‍ traits. Of course,​‍ I don’t think⁠ you two will​ cause any trouble.”​

Sakiri‌ seemed intrigued, putting‌‌⁠ down his pen‍‌ and crossing his⁠‍‌ legs.

Arin‌‍‍ watched as his⁠​ cone-shaped legs twisted.​‌‍ They coiled and‌​ uncoiled like a pretzel.

‘This​‌‍ person is playing⁠⁠​ games.’

It‌‍ wasn’t just about​‍⁠ suppressing emotions. He‍‌⁠ was someone who​​⁠ could perfectly control‍‍ his own emotions.​‍

“Focus.”‍

Arin⁠‌⁠ jerked her head‍⁠ up. The mirror-like​​‍ face of the​‍ investigator extended sharply‍⁠​ into a cone,⁠‍​ coming right in‍‍ front of her​​​ forehead.

“Please‌​⁠ do. We are‌ on official duty,‌‌ after all. Arin,‍ is that correct?”‍​⁠

“Yes,‌‍ it is.”

Terrified,‌⁠ Arin didn’t even‍⁠⁠ realize she had⁠ answered. The sharp‍‍ cone pointing at⁠‍‍ her forehead must‍‍ have been Sakiri’s‍‌‍ intense gaze. It‌‌ was her first‍​ time seeing the‌ first stage manifest​‍ in such a clean form. Any​ criminal caught by‍ this man would‌ have no bones‌ left to pick.⁠​⁠

Canis⁠‌​ and Arin finally​⁠ faced reality. They‌ were caught by‍‍⁠ the most powerful‌‌⁠ and authoritative judicial‍ body in the​ kingdom. As they‍ waited, deflated, Sakiri’s⁠​ face returned to​⁠​ its smooth, egg-shaped​‍⁠ metallic form.

“Well,‍ I have prepared‌‌ a report based⁠‌⁠ on Alpheas’s statement,‌ but there are⁠ a few things‌⁠ I need to⁠⁠ confirm. Please answer⁠​ my questions.”

Sakiri​⁠​ checked several things⁠‌​ through question and‌⁠⁠ answer. Canis and⁠ Arin answered honestly.‌‍‍ An hour passed,‌ and Sakiri, looking​ satisfied, organized his​ files and said,⁠⁠

“Yes.​⁠ Most of the‌‍​ statements match. There‍‍‍ are some discrepancies,‍‍‍ but nothing important.”⁠

His⁠‌ words were too⁠‍⁠ casual to have⁠‍⁠ come from an‌ investigator of the​‍ Inspection Division. But‍ Sakiri leaned back⁠‍ in his chair,‌ seemingly unconcerned, and‍‌ continued.

“So​⁠ it’s like a kind of brainwashing,‍ isn’t it? Basically,‍‌ Arcane used your‌ unhappy lives to‌‍ brainwash you from‍‌ childhood.”

“What?”​‌‍

Canis’s⁠ eyes narrowed with‍⁠‍ intensity. He would‌‍​ have preferred to​‌⁠ be called a villain. Sakiri’s statement⁠‌​ was no different‌ from denying the⁠‌ root of Canis’s⁠‍⁠ entire life.

“Master⁠‌⁠ never forced anything​ on us. I did it, and⁠ I committed those‌​ acts.”

Knowing‌‍‌ the investigators strength,‍‌‍ Arin was nervous‌‌‌ as Canis became​ angry. However, Sakiri’s​ first-stage form remained​ unchanged.

“A​​ vicious tactic. To‍ save and make‍ you respect, then‍ to say this.‍‌ I need this,​ but of course,​ it doesn’t have‌‌ to be you⁠ who does it.”​‌⁠

Canis⁠‌‌ couldn’t understand what​⁠ the investigator was⁠‍⁠ saying. He had‌‍ come here to‌ pay for his‌⁠‍ crimes. And now,‍‌‌ brainwashing? Were they​​ planning to put‌‌‌ him in a mental hospital?

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