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Infinite Mage Chapter 147: Forced Breakthrough (1)

Chapter 147: Forced Breakthrough (1)

“I’m⁠​‌ aware we’re being‍‌‍ tracked by the‍‌‍ Magic Association. Yet,‍‌‌ how could there⁠‍⁠ be no message‍ from them at‍ all? Had I not taught my​ subordinates the taste‌ of money, our‌‌ organization would have​ crumbled by now.”​⁠⁠

“Cut​⁠⁠ the crap! You’re‌ not in a position to tell‍‍ me what to​‌ do, are you?​‌​ We’re neither the​‌ Parrot Mercenaries nor‌ a band of​​​ thieves. We’re just​​ a gang stuck​‍​ on this island!”⁠

“So…‍​ you intend to‍‌ act like a hooligan to the‍​​ very end?”

“Hmph!‍ I earned it!‍ I earned it​​‍ and kept the‍‌‍ organization running! And‌‍‍ you dare to​​ criticize me instead‍​ of offering praise?⁠⁠ Then what have⁠ you been doing⁠⁠ all this time?”‌⁠‌

“You⁠ don’t need to‍ worry about that.⁠‍ If you’re not⁠‌​ going to follow​‌ the rules I’ve⁠ set, then abandon⁠‍‌ the name ‘Parrot’​ right now.”

“Ha,‌ threatening me with⁠‍‌ that? Fine, I’ll‌‌‍ abandon it! Parrot?⁠​ We’ve been a freeman organization ever⁠ since you ran‍⁠ away!”

“Alright.⁠​ From this moment,‌​ you are no⁠ longer a Parrot.‌ I don’t know​⁠ how much you’ve‌ earned, but take⁠ it all and‌ leave this place.”‍​​

“Falcoa​​‌ burst out in⁠ a roar of⁠‌ rage. Even Marsha​ couldn’t have expected‍‌‌ such a reaction.⁠‌‍ The honor of​⁠ being the strongest​ mercenary group was⁠‍‍ not something that‍ could be exchanged​⁠‌ for mere money,⁠⁠ her blood was‌ mixed in with‌‍ the Parrots as‍⁠ well.

“If⁠‌⁠ you can’t give‌‍ up being a Parrot, then follow‌⁠ my words. I won’t tell you⁠​‌ to live a good life, but⁠‌ if you want​‍ something, fight for‌ it. I can’t‍ tolerate exploiting the‍ weak.”

Falcoa‍‍‌ was fuming. He​​ hated Marsha for‌ using him even⁠⁠ though she knew‍ he couldn’t leave⁠⁠ the Parrots.

“I‍ always get what​ I want. You’ll⁠⁠ be the same.​⁠ Someday, you’ll belong⁠‍‌ to me.”

Instead​⁠⁠ of getting angry,⁠ Marsha soothed him⁠ with a gentle‍‍ smile as if​ she was calming​‍ an unruly child.‍‍⁠

“It’s‌‌ refreshing to hear​‍ that after a long time. Anyway,​ do your best.‍ I don’t block​​⁠ men coming to⁠​‍ me, nor do⁠‍ I hold back⁠‌ those who wish‌ to leave.”

Falcoa‌‌‌ clenched his fist⁠ and glared at‍‌ Marsha, his eyes‌‍ blazing with fire.‍

He‌ was indeed using​ a powerful eye⁠‌ technique, but Marsha’s⁠‌ expression didn’t change,‍ showing her strong​​​ mental fortitude.

“Tch,‌​‌ you’re as annoying⁠‌ as ever. I’m​ done here. I’m‍⁠ going out for⁠ a drink.”

“Stay‌‍‍ put in the‌​ hideout. There’s going​‍ to be a meeting with the‌‍‍ commanders and above.​​​ And from this⁠‍ moment, drugs are‌ prohibited. If I catch anyone, they’ll‌‌ really have to⁠‌​ face my wrath.”⁠‍‌

Without‌ responding, Falcoa stormed‌ out of the‍⁠⁠ warehouse, but Marsha‍ knew. He would‌ attend the meeting⁠‍‍ and wouldn’t touch⁠ drugs. The one‌‍​ who could lead⁠‍​ him back to​ the blood-soaked battlefield‍⁠‍ had returned.

After​ the subordinates left,‍ Freeman returned to‌ being Marsha’s hometown⁠ friend and greeted⁠‌ her anew.

“It’s​‍‍ good to see⁠ you back safely.‌⁠​ I was worried​⁠‌ when I couldn’t⁠ contact you.”

“I⁠‌ couldn’t contact because​‍ I was running.‌⁠ Don’t you have​​​ any sense? Did⁠⁠ you think I’d‌⁠ be caught that‍ easily? But what’s‌‌ up with Falcoa?⁠​ Can he even‌‍ be used in⁠⁠​ this state? He‌⁠‍ was a whirlwind‌​​ with a sword‌​ in his hand,​ even if he‍‍ was mad.”

“It’s​‍ not just Falcoa’s‌​​ fault. It’s us‍ who took the⁠‌​ battlefield away from⁠ him.”

“Huh,⁠⁠​ well, it’s me,‍ actually.”

“But‍ it’s thanks to​‌ him that we’ve⁠‌‌ managed to gather​‍ funds so far.​ I’ve prepared everything​ so we can​‌​ flee to another⁠ country anytime now‍‌‌ that you’re back.”⁠‍​

Marsha⁠⁠ puffed up her‌‍​ cheeks, seemingly displeased.​‍ She knew how⁠‍​ Falcoa had managed⁠ to bring in‌​ funds.

In​ the end, are‍​ humans bound to​ conform to reality?⁠‍ The glory of⁠⁠ the once fearless‌‍ Parrot Mercenaries was‍ now a thing‍ of the past.‌‍

When‌‌ I left home⁠‌ at seventeen, it⁠ was the mercenary​ group I formed‍ with my hometown⁠⁠ friend, Freeman.

Fooled‌‌ by politicians, I lost the foundation‍‌⁠ of my life,​ but I wanted‍ to preserve the‌​‌ value of the​‍⁠ Parrot.

But‍ now, aren’t we⁠​ no different from‍ them? We had⁠‍‍ to scheme and​⁠⁠ look out for‍​‌ those with power⁠⁠⁠ before fighting for​ our beliefs, just⁠ to make money.⁠‍

“Ah,⁠⁠ when did we‌​⁠ become like this?”‍

“We’ve​‌ been betrayed by‌‌‍ the state. It’s⁠⁠ inevitable if we‌‍‌ want to survive.”⁠

“Yeah,⁠‍​ I guess so.‍‌ But Freeman, you​ haven’t gone bad,‌‌‌ have you?”

Freeman⁠⁠‍ remained silent. He​⁠ felt no prick⁠⁠ of conscience. It⁠ was just disappointing‌ to be doubted⁠ by a friend⁠⁠⁠ he had admired‍⁠‌ since childhood.

“The‌⁠⁠ organization, the name⁠​ Parrot, none of⁠⁠‍ that matters to‌⁠ me. I only‌​ wish for your⁠‌ safety.”

Marsha‌ shivered, feeling creeped⁠ out. Even a dog wearing a Parrot tag would⁠‍‍ know Freeman’s feelings.‍ It wasn’t particularly​​⁠ moving, yet he⁠ always appealed in⁠⁠​ this way, which‌ was infuriating.

“You⁠‌⁠ only wish for‍⁠ my safety? Why‌ on earth?”

“You⁠ are…”

Marsha​‌​ asked, knowing the⁠ answer, just to⁠​‍ rebuff him. Freeman‍ struggled to find‍‌ the right words​ among many that‌‍ came to mind.‍⁠‍

“Because​ you’re our leader.”‌

Marsha​‌⁠ snorted. Hearing his⁠ answer, it seemed⁠ there was no‌ need to worry‍‍‍ about Freeman. His⁠​‌ annoying nature hadn’t‍​ changed, whether in‌‌ the past or‍​⁠ now.

‘Anyway,‌ now that I’m‌‍‍ back, we need​​​ to reorganize.’

Marsha​​⁠ intended to lead‍‍ the organization and​‍‍ seek asylum in​ another country for‍‍ a fresh start,⁠⁠ but first, she⁠‍ had to clean‌ up the mess⁠ her subordinates had⁠​‌ made.

“Sob!‌‍ Sob!”

Marsha‍ turned at the⁠‍ sound of weeping.‍⁠⁠ Yuna was crying​ pitifully, unable to​‌ even think of‌​​ escaping.

Although​⁠‍ she was spared‌⁠⁠ from a terrible‍⁠ fate, Marsha could‍ understand. Just the‌ fact of being‍​‍ mishandled by an‍‌‍ unknown man was‌⁠ enough to wound‍​ a woman’s heart⁠‌ deeply.

“What​ happened? Where did‌⁠ this child come‍‍​ from?”

“One‍‍‍ of Falcoa’s men‌ had a street⁠ solicitor brother. This‍​ is his sister.”‍‌​

“The‌ madman. He’s now‌​​ laying hands on‌ his subordinate’s sister?”⁠‍

“Who⁠ knows? His head‍‍‌ was shaped like‌‌‌ money.”

“Is‌⁠ there something I don’t know?”

Freeman⁠⁠‍ relayed the stories‍ he heard from​ his subordinates, from⁠​ the anecdotes between‌ Zis and Amy‌⁠ to Shirone storming⁠ the palace, and​‍‌ how they ended‍ up bringing Yuna‍‌​ here.

Marsha,​‌‌ who had been‍ listening with interest,​⁠​ lit up when⁠‌ Shirone’s story came‌ up.

“Ah,​​ now that I think about it,​​ I know this‌​ story too.”

“You⁠‌⁠ know? How could​ you know about‍⁠ this incident?”

Marsha​‌​ smiled and touched‍​ her lips.

“I‍⁠‌ told you, I’m⁠‌ a genius. Life​‌ is entangled in‌ such ways, after‍‌ all.”

“What⁠​ happened? Tell me.”‍

If​ Marsha wouldn’t say,​⁠⁠ Freeman had no‌ intention of pressing.‌‌ She had always‍ stirred things up‌ when bored, and​​⁠ that was her‍‌ only escape in​⁠​ this world.

Marsha‍‍‌ received numerous agendas‌ from Freeman.

There‌‌​ wasn’t anything particularly⁠ troubling. The funds​‌ Falcoa had gathered​ were more than​‍‌ enough for a fresh start in⁠​ another country, and⁠⁠​ Freeman’s troops were​​⁠ not lacking in​‍ combat strength.

“It’s‍​⁠ all good. Well​ done. But should​‌ we just leave​⁠‍ the assets as‌ they are?”

“Are⁠⁠ you bothered by‌​‌ the funds Falcoa‍​ gathered?”

“It’s‍ a bit… you‌‍ know? It’s time⁠ for Parrot’s resurgence,​ but starting the‍‍ organization with money​ earned from selling​​ drugs.”

“That’s‌​ unlike you. Money‌ is money, after​ all. I don’t​⁠ like how it⁠‍‌ was earned either,​ but burying money​‍​ just because of⁠‌⁠ that seems childish.”⁠‌

“I‍ know. Anyway, let’s‌⁠ leave this matter​⁠‌ for the meeting‌​​ later. For now…”​‌

At⁠​ that moment, a member burst into​​‌ the room. Marsha‍‍‌ and Freeman looked⁠ at him, puzzled.‍⁠

This‍‍ place was beyond‍​ the reach of‌‍‍ government influence, so‌‍ there shouldn’t have‌ been any reason‍⁠ to rush in‍‍‍ gasping for breath.​⁠

Marsha⁠⁠ smiled and said,⁠ “What’s wrong? Got‍​⁠ a stomachache? There’s‍​‍ no bathroom here.”⁠‌

“Oh?⁠ Leader? You’re back?”⁠‌‍

The‌ member was surprised‌​ to see Marsha‍‍ but immediately reported‌ the urgent matter‍‌​ without any delay.⁠‌​

“Leader!‌ It’s a disaster!⁠‍‍ We’re under attack!”‍

“Attack?‌⁠ What sudden attack?‌‌⁠ Is it the⁠​ government?”

“It​ doesn’t seem so.‍‌ They’re just kids,​⁠ a group of‌​‌ four. According to⁠​ the report, it⁠‌ seems like two‌ mages and two‌‌‌ swordsmen.”

Marsha⁠‌ knew who they‌ were just from‌‍‍ hearing this. It​​ was odd that‍‌‍ they would come​ to rescue the‍​ street solicitor’s sister​⁠‌ they had fought‌⁠‌ at the port,​‍ but Marsha couldn’t​⁠​ deny one possibility.‍‌‌

“Huh,‌‌⁠ if it’s that‌​⁠ detestable brat, it’s⁠​ quite possible. Is⁠​‌ there a kid‍⁠ named Shirone among‍​ the attackers?”

“I’m​‌ sorry. I don’t‍⁠ know the names…”‌

Freeman,​⁠⁠ suddenly changing his​ tone, politely suggested.⁠‌

“Leader,‍ wouldn’t it be‍‍ better to just‍‍‍ hand over the‌ girl? It’d be‍ troublesome to stir‍‌⁠ up a commotion⁠ while we’re trying⁠​ to regroup.”

Marsha⁠ thought about it,​⁠‍ considering the earnest​‌‍ man’s words.

“Hmm,‍​‌ handing over the‌ girl. Wouldn’t that⁠ be a bit‍ absurd? Kidnapping her​⁠ and then returning⁠​⁠ her when they‍‌ come looking. Or‍ what, you think⁠‌ they might actually⁠ breach this place?”​

“There’s​‍ no chance of‌‍ that. While you⁠​‍ were away, I’ve‌‍ fortified this place‌‌ thoroughly. The magical‍ formations and magical​⁠ artifacts are strategically⁠⁠ placed. Unless they’re‍ quite skilled, they’d​ die before even​‍‍ reaching the first‌⁠ barrier.”

“Then‍‍⁠ there’s no problem,‌‍ right? Go and​⁠ kill them. I’ll‌‍‍ take care of​​‍ this girl. Have⁠‌ you lost your⁠ touch after a few years off?⁠​⁠ You’re completely clueless.”‍⁠‌

As‍‌⁠ soon as Marsha‌ spoke, Freeman immediately⁠‌​ ordered his men‍ to prepare for‌ battle.

It​​ was embarrassing to​‌ show a lack⁠ of discipline in‌ front of the​​ leader, especially when​ he thought he‌‌‌ had prepared well.‍

“Everyone‌‌ to your training‍​ positions. This is​‍⁠ a real combat⁠‍‍ situation.”

“Yes!​‌ I’ll relay the⁠‍⁠ message right now!”​

Freeman’s‍‍​ men moved swiftly,⁠​ gathering their arms‍ and forming units.‍​ It took less⁠‍ than 5 minutes⁠‍ for everyone to​‍​ move to their⁠⁠ positions.

Marsha‌​ then sat down⁠ with a satisfied‍ smile.

“You’ve⁠‌ worked hard, at‌‌ least. I thought‌‌ you’d been slacking‍ off all this⁠​ time.”

“Everyone’s‍⁠ been waiting for‌‌ today. They’re working​ harder because you’re⁠ back.”

“Hmph,⁠​ how long do⁠ I have to‌‍‌ baby you? It’s⁠⁠ time for you​‌‍ to manage on⁠ your own. What‍‍​ about you? Aren’t‍‌ you going to​‌‍ fight?”

“I’ll​ stay here. Protecting​‌ your side is​‌​ my duty.”

Marsha⁠​ looked up at‍ Freeman with an‌​ incredulous expression. True,‍‍ as an initial⁠​ member of the⁠‌ mercenary group, he‌⁠ had performed bodyguard‌ duties. But every‌ time, Marsha had‌⁠ to brush off‍⁠‌ the goosebumps on‌⁠ her arms.

“Seriously,⁠‌ you’re so pathetic.⁠​ You think I find you impressive​‍⁠ with this?”

Freeman,‌​ having made up‌‌ his mind, didn’t⁠ seem to plan‌ on leaving Marsha’s‌⁠⁠ side.

Marsha’s⁠ face turned red‍ with anger. She‍​ had always disliked‌ this about him‍​‌ since childhood. His⁠‌ inability to express‌​‍ emotions and his‌ stubborn behavior had​ irritated her more‌ than once.

“Hey!‍ Don’t just stand​‍ there, get out!⁠‌ What, you think⁠‍​ you’re my husband‍​ or something?”

Sitting⁠‍⁠ in her chair,‍‍​ Marsha lifted her​⁠​ leg and kicked‌⁠ Freeman’s buttocks.

With‌ that, as if​​ propelled by inertia,⁠‌ Freeman moved. He‌‍ kept silent till‌⁠ the end and⁠​ quietly left the‍⁠​ warehouse.

Once​ everyone had gone,‍‌‌ Marsha stretched leisurely,⁠⁠ as if nothing‌ had happened, and​ smiled freely.

The​ anticipation of battle​​ was real, but‍​ she was more⁠ curious about Shirone.⁠‌​

Shirone⁠​‍ was the kind​‌ Marsha despised the‍‍ most. Those who​ truly embrace others’⁠‌​ pain do not⁠​‌ exist in this​​ world.

Her‌ adoptive father had⁠‌​ also revealed his‍⁠‍ true nature in​​​ the end. The‍ mercy shown to‍‌ an orphan was⁠⁠ in fact the​⁠ footprints of vile⁠‍‍ desires, and when‌‍ Marsha realized this,⁠ she awoke.

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