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Infinite Mage Chapter 154: The Second Encounter (2)

Chapter 154: The Second Encounter (2)

“Can‍​⁠ you hold out?​‍‌ His Schema isn’t‌⁠ just at a student’s level.”

“Even‍‍ so, what choice‍‍‍ do we have?‌‍‌ We just have‌ to give it‌ a try.”

Rian​‍‍ let his greatsword,‍ a symbol of‍ Ogent, hang low⁠ as he advanced​‍‍ slowly. Tess, on⁠‌ the other hand,‌‌ moved sideways, slipping‌​‌ out of Falcoa’s‍ line of sight.​‍​

Their⁠⁠ positioning was textbook⁠​‍ for a two-person​​ team, but Falcoa​ seemed unfazed.

What⁠ would the spirits‌​​ of those slain​ by his blade⁠⁠‌ think if he​‌⁠ were to be‌ swayed by mere⁠ fledglings?

Rian‍‍ boldly extended his​‌‍ greatsword and declared,‍ “Come at me.‍‌ I’ll take you⁠‌‌ on.”

But‌ before he could‍ finish, Falcoa had‍⁠ already closed the⁠​‌ distance with an‌‍ astonishing burst of‍⁠⁠ speed, laughing maniacally.‍⁠

Rian,​ who managed to⁠ block the vertically⁠⁠‌ descending longsword, felt​‍‍ a sting in‌‍ his nose. It‌ wasn’t the clash​⁠⁠ of swords, but‌‍ rather the impact‍‌​ of a hammer.​

“Already​ giving up?”

Falcoa‌ furiously grated against‌⁠‍ the greatsword, and‍‌ with each impact,‌⁠‌ Rian’s knees buckled⁠ until he was​ finally brought to‌‌‌ his knees.

“Kugh!”​‍⁠

The⁠ muscles in the⁠​‌ arm holding the‌ straight sword spasmed,​ and in that‌​‍ moment, Falcoa’s kick​ struck Rian’s solar⁠ plexus.

Rian’s‌ body rolled away‌​ like a ball.‍

“Rian!”​‍

Tess⁠⁠‍ cried out in​ despair. The situation‍‍‌ seemed to have⁠ concluded, but defying​⁠​ Falcoa’s expectations, Rian⁠‍‌ managed to rise‍⁠​ again.

Not‌ only his extraordinary​⁠ strength but also‌‍‍ his resilience was‌ one of Rian’s⁠‍ specialties.

“Phew,⁠⁠ I get it.‌‌⁠ So that’s your⁠ level?”

Falcoa’s⁠ eyebrows twitched, but‌⁠⁠ Rian didn’t stop‍​​ there. He aimed‍‌‍ his greatsword straight​ and provoked his⁠⁠‌ opponent again.

“Alright.​ The real fight​ starts now. Come‍‍‍ at me all‍⁠ you want.”

“Kekkek,​ I’ll kill you.”‌‌⁠

A grin spread across‌ Falcoa’s face, reminiscent‌‍‌ of his days⁠‌ as the battlefield⁠‌ fiend.

***‍‍

Shirone⁠ entered the building,‍‍​ revealing a tidy​‌‌ living room, uncharacteristic‌ of a place​‌⁠ used by mercenaries,⁠ with rows of⁠⁠‌ potted plants under‌⁠​ the sunlit windows.⁠‌‌

“Where​​‌ is Zis’s sister?”‍‌⁠

Shirone​‌ wandered from room​‌ to room until,‌ upon opening the‍ third door, he‍​ froze with his‌⁠ hand on the‌‍ knob.

The​ room smelled pleasant,‍ with a red​‌⁠ carpet and furniture‍​ arranged in an‍ orderly fashion.

Shirone‌​ looked at the‍ woman sitting on‌​⁠ the bed. He‌ had been vaguely‍ aware of her‍ when Tess spoke,‌⁠ but seeing her⁠⁠‌ in person was‌‍‌ a shock.

“Oh,​‌‍ you’re here, Shirone.​‍‍ How have you⁠‍⁠ been?”

“Marsha‌

Marsha⁠ was indeed the‍‍⁠ leader of the​⁠⁠ organization that kidnapped‍​‌ Yuna. Yet, her⁠ kind face and‍​ smile made it⁠​​ hard to hold‌‍ such thoughts.

“Did‌ you get home‍ okay that day?​​⁠ Did you make⁠​ up with your‍​ friend?”

Shirone‍ swallowed the response⁠ that had risen​‍‍ to his throat.‍​‍ It seemed Marsha​‍ knew he was‌‌‌ coming but still‍ didn’t hand over‌⁠ Yuna.

“You⁠ already know, don’t‍​⁠ you? You must⁠‍​ have heard everything.”‌

“Oh‍ my, why so​⁠‌ serious, Shirone? Are​ you angry with‍⁠⁠ your sis? I’m⁠ sorry for deceiving​⁠ you that day.”⁠

As‌​ Marsha coquettishly approached,‍ Shirone kept the‍ same distance between‍ them, stepping back.‍

“Phew,⁠⁠ you really are‌​⁠ angry. How can‍‌ I make it​ up to you?⁠ Should I kneel​⁠ and beg right‌⁠ here? If that’s⁠‌‍ what you want,⁠‍ I’ll do it.”⁠

“Please‌‌ return Zis’s sister.‌‌ That’s all I ask.”

“Ah!‍ Was that it?⁠​ You should have​‌ said so sooner.⁠‌ I thought you‌‍‍ came to fight⁠‍⁠ me. Well, it’s‌ not like kind-hearted​‍‌ Shirone would do⁠⁠ such a thing.‌⁠ I’m relieved.”

Shirone‍​ was confused. Who​‍ was this person,‍ really? Her behavior,​ as if from​⁠‌ another world, was⁠‍‌ incomprehensible.

“Where⁠​ is Yuna?”

“She’s​ upstairs. You can‌‍⁠ take her if‍⁠ you want.”

Shirone​‍ turned away, not‍‌‌ wanting to think​ about Marsha anymore.​ He just wanted‌‌‌ to leave this‌ place as soon​‍‍ as possible.

“Ah,​⁠‍ right. But shouldn’t‌‌‌ you take something‍‍‌ to cover her⁠‍ with?”

Shirone‌‌ stopped in his‍‍⁠ tracks. When he‌​ turned back, Marsha‍⁠ was smiling playfully.⁠‍​

“It​​⁠ would be awkward‌⁠ to see a stranger’s naked body,​‍‍ right? That’s why⁠‍ I’m telling you‍​ in advance. Don’t‌‍ be too shocked.‍‍ She might be​‍ out of her‍‍ mind, you know.‍​⁠ My men can‌‍ be quite rough.”‌‌‌

As⁠​​ Shirone’s gaze turned​ icy, Marsha spoke​‌​ even faster.

“I‍ was there, you⁠‌‌ know. The screaming⁠‌ was no joke.‌⁠ Thinking about it​⁠ now, it might‌⁠‍ have been too​ much. But Shirone,‌‍‌ do you know?​⁠ I ordered all​ of it. But‍‍ you’ll understand, right?‌ Because you’re the⁠‍ kind Shirone. Right?”‌

Shirone‍‍‌ remained silent, which‍ seemed to bring⁠​ immense joy to⁠ Marsha.

“How‌ does it feel,‌ Shirone?”

“What‍‌ feeling? What exactly‍ do you want‌ to hear?”

Shirone​⁠‍ no longer saw‌⁠ any value in‌⁠ respecting Marsha, but‍ to her, this​​ was an exhilarating​​‌ moment.

“Hohoho!‍‍‍ Are you really⁠‌ angry? Why are‌​⁠ you mad at‌​ me? You used⁠​‌ to say my⁠​‌ thievery would eventually‍‍ be okay, but​ have you changed‌​‌ your mind? Maybe⁠ you should have⁠​ scolded me harshly‍⁠ back then. Then,⁠ perhaps I wouldn’t‌​‌ have kidnapped Yuna.‍ Honestly, you were⁠‍ so annoying.”

Shirone​‌ fully faced her.​‍‌ Yuna was no⁠⁠ longer the issue.‍​​ Marsha had crossed⁠⁠​ a line that‌⁠ should never have‍‌‍ been crossed.

“Huh?⁠‌ Answer me. How‌ does it feel?‌ Are you going‍ crazy? Does it​‌ feel miserable that​ your once-beloved sister‍​‍ has turned out‌ this way? Do‍⁠ you feel like​⁠ there’s nothing left⁠ to believe in​ this world?”

“To‍​ play with someone’s⁠⁠ emotions like that…⁠‍ Do you need​⁠‍ to hear it‌‌‌ out loud to​‌⁠ be satisfied?”

Marsha’s‌​ laughter stopped as‌⁠ Shirone posed his‌‌⁠ question.

“If⁠‍ you really wanted⁠ that, you could‍⁠ have just done⁠‌ it. But why‍⁠ care about my‍ feelings? Afraid I might be disappointed?”⁠‍

“Stop​ talking nonsense! I’m‌ mocking you!”

“Really?‍‌‍ Then shall I tell you what⁠‍ I think of⁠ you right now?”​

Marsha’s⁠⁠‍ face stiffened, waiting‌⁠⁠ for Shirone’s response​​⁠ as if deprived​ of the power‌ to choose her‌‍ words.

“I⁠ don’t hate you.‌‍‍ In my memory,‌‍ you’re still a good person.”

Marsha’s​ expression changed in​ real-time. From perplexity‌​ to disappointment, and‌​ then to anger.‌⁠‍

“Don’t‌ spout nonsense. If‍‍ that’s true, can⁠⁠​ you forgive me?​ Can you smile​​⁠ at me like​ before, even after⁠⁠‍ I’ve trampled over‍⁠ Zis’s sister?”

“No.‌ You’ve done something⁠​‍ unforgivable. If you​ really did what‌ you said, I could never forgive⁠⁠‌ you.”

“Ha!​ You think I’m​‍ lying? But what⁠‍ if I’m telling​‍ the truth? Go‍ upstairs and see‌ for yourself.”

“Even​‍‌ if it’s true,‍ I won’t hate‍‍ you. It’s just…”‌

Shirone‍⁠‍ bit his lip‍ as he looked‍‌⁠ at her.

“…sad‍⁠ that someone who‍ should understand that‌ pain better than‍​‌ anyone else would⁠‌‌ do such a thing.”

Sparks‌​ flew from Marsha’s‍ eyes. Her expression⁠‌​ twisted into a fierce scowl, and‌‌ her teeth gnashed.‍

If‌​⁠ she had really‍​‌ trampled Yuna, she‍ might not have‍‌ felt unjustified. But​​ she couldn’t stand⁠‌ it. The way‍ Shirone spoke as⁠⁠‍ if he knew‍​ everything about her‍ was infuriating.

“You!‌​⁠ You really piss‌‍ me off!”

Shirone‍ hastily backed away.⁠‍‌ The sharpness of⁠ Marsha’s aura, infiltrating​‍‍ his empathy, was⁠​‍ palpable.

A star-shaped Zone.

It‍‍​ was a unique​ sensation exclusive to​ those with offensive⁠ Schemas among the‍‍‍ Four Symbols.

As‍‍‍ Marsha prepared to​‍​ attack, Shirone countered⁠‍ with a defensive‌​‌ stance. However, Yuna⁠ on the second‍‌​ floor was at‌ stake.

Urban⁠⁠ environments posed quite⁠​ a challenge for​⁠​ mages. It wasn’t⁠ as simple as​​​ reducing the range​‍⁠ of their Spirit​​ Zone.

To‍​​ a swordsman, it⁠⁠ was akin to⁠ abandoning a longsword,‌⁠ their primary weapon,​‌⁠ for a short⁠ dagger in combat.‌

‘What​‌​ kind of mage​ could she be…’​

While‍ Shirone observed Marsha,​ preparing for any​‍​ incoming attack, he‍ pre-emptively cast Photon​ Transformation, ready to‌ evade instantly.

But‍ Marsha’s magic exceeded‌​​ Shirone’s expectations. As​‌ she narrowed her‍⁠​ eyes and unleashed​‍ a piercing scream,⁠‍ an overwhelming roar⁠‌ assaulted his eardrums.‌⁠

“Kugh!”‍⁠

Shirone‌‍ staggered under the⁠ mental assault. It‌‌ felt as if​ a needle had‌ pierced through one⁠​ ear and exited‍​ through the other,‍⁠ sending a jolt‍ of pain.

‘Sonic⁠ Cannon. She’s a sound mage. This‍‌‌ is dangerous.’

Sound⁠​​ mages specialize in‌‍ acoustics. They create​‌‍ various sound waves‌‌‍ by vibrating the​⁠ air, not necessarily​​ through human voices.​⁠⁠ A prime example​ of their offensive⁠‌‌ magic was the‌​‍ Sonic Cannon Marsha‌⁠‌ had just cast.⁠​

The​‍ pressure from a Sonic Cannon exceeds​ 150 decibels. At‍ close range, it‍⁠⁠ could rupture eardrums​ and cause deafness.​‌‌

Being‍‍⁠ a directional magic​⁠‌ that amplifies sound‌⁠ waves, it doesn’t⁠ spread widely like⁠ a laser but‍‌ remains concentrated, making‌‍ it one of⁠‌‌ the more challenging​ magics to counter‍‌ due to its⁠‍‌ invisibility.

‘This‌⁠ is a disadvantageous‌‍ position.’

Just‌‍ as the efficiency​‌ of Shirone and​‌‍ Amy could drastically‌‌‌ vary depending on‌ the situation and‍​​ environment, so too⁠ was a confined​ space practically Marsha’s​ home turf in‍​‍ dealing with sound.‌​​

Shirone‍ racked his brain⁠​ for a way⁠‌⁠ out of the​​​ current predicament. He‍​ finally opted for⁠‍ ultra-fast short-range teleportation​‍ within the cramped‍‌​ space.

Mixing⁠ Spacial Warp and‍‌​ Rainbow Drop, he‌ moved around the‍‌⁠ room, the complex‍‌ patterns of light‍‍‍ confusing Marsha.

Shirone‌​ then attempted to​ strike from behind​ with a Photon‌⁠ Cannon. However, Marsha‌​ easily dodged the‍‌‍ magic coming from‍‌ her blind spot‍ with a mere⁠ twist of her⁠​‌ body.

‘How?’‍‌​

Unless​‍⁠ she had eyes⁠ on the back‌⁠‍ of her head,‍⁠‌ there was no⁠ way to detect⁠ an attack from⁠‍⁠ a blind spot.‌​⁠

And‌‍‍ even if she⁠​ did, evading a Photon Cannon at‍ this distance would⁠‌ be impossible.

“Huhu,​⁠⁠ surprised? You didn’t‍​⁠ think that was⁠‍‌ all I had,‍⁠ did you?”

“Could‌ it be… Sonar?”‍‌

“Wow,⁠‌​ befitting a magic‍‌‍ school graduate. Studying‌‌ hard, aren’t we?”​​‌

Sonar‌ is the ability‌⁠ to perceive sound.​⁠ Though primarily maximized​ underwater, mages can⁠‌ fully mediate their‌ Zones to manifest⁠‌​ it anywhere.

A master of Sonar‌‌ can outperform a Seer in terms⁠ of detection capabilities,⁠ making it only⁠ natural for Marsha‌ to react to⁠‍ the Photon Cannon‌ instantly.

“Amplification⁠​ magic is so⁠ tedious. It lacks⁠‌ finesse.”

Shirone‌ tilted his head.​⁠ It was odd‌ to hear a mage belittle their‌ own learned magic.‍​ After all, no​​‌ mage would degrade⁠‍ their own spellcraft.‍⁠

“But⁠​⁠ this, I like⁠ this.

If⁠‌‍ she had mastered‌⁠ Sonar, there was‌⁠​ no need to‍‍ amplify sound at‍​‍ all. As Marsha‍ spread her arms,⁠‌​ Sonic Cannons fired⁠‌⁠ from both sides.⁠​

Shirone‍‍​ urgently teleported, but⁠‌​ the sound was‍⁠ faster than his​ reflexes.

The​‌⁠ high-decibel sound waves‌ scrambled his mind,‍‍ disrupting his magic.​​ Such sound-based magic⁠‍‌ was perilously effective⁠⁠‍ against mages, who⁠⁠ rely on mental​‍ focus.

Marsha‍‌‌ then employed Sidelooping‍‍ to encompass the‍‍‌ entire building.

It⁠ was a magic⁠‌ similar to how‌⁠‌ dolphins emit sound‌‌ waves and interpret​ the echoes, allowing‌ the detection of⁠ existence, direction, and⁠​‌ distance, regardless of‌ obstructions.

Shirone​‍⁠ was cornered. The⁠ Sonic Cannon was​‌⁠ indefensible, and Sidelooping’s​ instant detection made​ even Photon Cannon​‌ easily avoidable.

‘It’s⁠ so strange. Sound⁠​ magic is highly⁠ specialized. How could​‌ Marsha, a mercenary,‌‍ wield such spells?’‌‌

Sound‌​ mages dedicate their‌⁠ lives solely to‌​‍ the study and‌‍‍ collection of sounds.⁠ Even encountering a unique opportunity wouldn’t‌ suffice without academic‍‌‌ knowledge, making sound‍⁠​ magic an intricately⁠ complex field.

“Enjoying‍‌‍ the look on‌​ your face. It’s‌​‍ as if you’re‌‍‍ wondering, ‘How could⁠‍ someone like you…?’”‍‌‍

Shirone‍ faced a crucial‌‌ moment, caught in⁠⁠ a battle where‍‍⁠ his usual strengths‌⁠ were nullified, against​‌​ an opponent whose‌⁠​ abilities seemed beyond​‍⁠ the realm of​​‍ ordinary mercenaries.

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