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Infinite Mage Chapter 163: Late Lunch (1)

Chapter 163: Late Lunch (1)

“Huff,​ huff.”

After‌⁠‌ observing the scene‍‌ for a long‌‍ time, Amy finally​ couldn’t stand it‌​​ any longer and​‌‌ shouted.

“Hey!​ Would you mind‌ moving aside? How​​ absurdly bold can⁠⁠⁠ you be? If​⁠‍ people saw this,​ they’d think we’re‌‍⁠ the bullies and‍‌​ you’re the victim.”​

Marsha⁠‍⁠ glanced at Amy​ and burrowed deeper‍ into Shirone’s embrace,‍​‌ pouting her lips‌ in defiance. Amy‌‍‌ could practically hear‌‍ her patience snapping.​‌‌

“I’ve⁠ had enough of​‍⁠ you, seriously!”

Freeman‌​ stepped in to‍​​ shield Marsha and‌⁠⁠ pleaded.

“Let‌ her be. She’s​ exhausted from crying.”‌‌

Amy‌ glared at Freeman⁠⁠ and pointed her​ finger.

“Are‍​​ you delusional or‌‍⁠ something? Do you​‍ know how much‌​ trouble you’ve caused‌​⁠ us? It’s a good thing we⁠⁠​ won, but Shirone’s‌ life almost ended⁠ today!”

What⁠‌ really angered Amy‍‍ was the idea⁠⁠ that a positive​‌ outcome was all‍​ that mattered. If⁠ Shirone hadn’t overcome‍​⁠ today’s crisis, the‍‌‍ aftermath would have‍‍‌ been terrifying. Not⁠⁠ only would Shirone’s​‌ heart have been⁠‌‍ crushed after losing⁠‌‌ his magic, but​‌ Amy, who had‍‌​ to witness it,‌‌ felt like she’d‌⁠⁠ returned from hell.‌

“I’m​‍​ sorry. All the‌ crimes committed while​‌ operating with the⁠ Parrot Thieves were​‍‍ under my orders.​ Marsha only fought⁠​ the guild’s trackers.⁠​ But if that’s​‌⁠ a crime as⁠⁠ well….”

Amy‌​ folded her arms‌​ and interrupted.

“And‍⁠ if it is?”‌⁠⁠

“Then‌ I’ll take responsibility​‍ for her life.”‍

Marsha​ shot up from‌‍ Shirone’s embrace, approached​ Freeman with a huff, and kicked⁠‍‍ his backside.

“Don’t‌‍ make me laugh!‍ Who said I needed you to‌​​ block my way​‌​ to marriage?!”

Freeman​ staggered but stood​​‍ firm, like an‌ old tree unmoved⁠ by Marsha’s tantrums.⁠‌‌

“Marsha.”‍

Her⁠​​ shoulders trembled at​‍‍ Shirone’s voice, but‍‌ she couldn’t bring‌ herself to turn‍‌‌ around. She had‌ taken her frustration‍⁠​ out on Freeman​ out of fear‍ of this very‌‍⁠ moment. In the​ end, she spoke⁠‍ without turning.

“Um…‌ I’m sorry about‍​‌ what happened. I know I can’t‌‌⁠ be forgiven.”

“That’s​‍‌ right. You can’t.”​

Marsha‍⁠‌ turned around, shocked.‌​ Shirone’s eyes were‍ cold, the kindness‍ he’d shown earlier⁠ gone without a trace.

“No⁠‍‍ matter the reason,⁠‌ you kidnapped and⁠⁠ used an innocent⁠ girl. That’s something‌‌ you should never‍ do.”

Marsha⁠‌ couldn’t argue and‍​‍ bowed her head.‌ She had never​⁠ bullied the weak‌ before, but she⁠ didn’t want to‍‍ make excuses. She‍ had kidnapped Yuna,‍‌ and the person‌ most hurt by‌‌‌ that was Shirone.‍‍

“You’re​‌ right. I was‌‍⁠ truly a villain.”⁠‌⁠

“That’s‍​​ right. You were.”‍⁠

Shirone⁠​ spoke without hesitation.‌ He had always‌‌‌ been that way,​⁠ treating people sincerely‌‌ and without deception.⁠‌ He never confused⁠‌‌ or misled others.‌‍‍

“I’ll‍‍​ be going. I hope you can‌ endure. And I hope I never‍‌‍ see you again.”​‍​

Shirone​ turned and walked​‍‍ away without hesitation.‌‍ Pitying and understanding​‌‌ Marsha was all‍‍ he could do.‌‍​

“I’m⁠ sorry!”

Marsha‍ suddenly mustered the‍‍‍ courage to shout.‌ Shirone had refrained​‍ from making any‌ judgments about what‍ had happened.

Just⁠‌⁠ like when she​‍‍ had stolen pottery‌​‍ at the market,‌‌​ she had to​ approach him first.​​​

“How‍⁠ can you just​⁠​ leave like this?‍​​ I’m only getting‍⁠‌ started. At least‌‌‍ give me a promise that we’ll⁠‍ meet again!”

Shirone‍ stood still for‌‌ a long time‌‍ before turning back​ around. His gaze‌ was still sharp,⁠ and Marsha felt‌⁠‍ nervous like a prisoner awaiting her​ sentence.

“If​‌ you’re really sorry,‌​​ apologize to Yuna.⁠ Tell her brother‌⁠‌ Zis you’re sorry,‌ too. Compensate them‌‍ fully for what​​ they’ve suffered.”

“Of‍‌ course! I hate⁠ this kind of‌‌ thing, too. I won’t make excuses,​ but I’ll apologize‍​ to both of‌ them.”

“Even⁠‌ so, it doesn’t‌⁠​ erase what you’ve‍⁠‍ done. I can’t⁠⁠⁠ forgive you for⁠ what you did.”⁠

Marsha’s​⁠ shoulders drooped, and‍​‍ tears welled up​​‌ in her eyes.‌

“But⁠​ if you’ve truly⁠ decided to live​ a new life,‍ I can forget⁠‌‍ the past.”

Marsha​⁠ quickly looked up,‍‌‍ then hugged Shirone‌‌ like a child,‌‌ sobbing.

“Waaaah!‍‍ I was wrong!”‍⁠​

Shirone‌‌⁠ couldn’t comfort Marsha‍ as she cried⁠⁠​ in his arms.⁠⁠‌ He had never‌‌​ made a decision⁠ like this before.⁠⁠​

Some​ people live tougher‍ lives than others,⁠‌ and not everyone‌⁠ can fight for​ their beliefs.

That’s⁠‌‍ why Shirone decided⁠‍⁠ to forgive her.‍

If⁠‍⁠ he was the‌ starting point of​​ her transformation, he⁠‌ felt he had⁠​⁠ to see it‍​‌ through.

“Clay​⁠‌ Marsha…”

Perhaps​ that’s why Shirone‍ suddenly realized that‌ the strong and‌⁠​ intimidating Marsha was‌‍⁠ actually a small​​ woman who could‌⁠​ fit comfortably in‌​ his arms.

Marsha​​ led Shirone and‌ the others into‍‌ the building. With‍‌ two mages having⁠‍ fought there, nothing‍⁠​ was left intact.‌​

Their‍ friends could imagine⁠‌‌ how fiercely Shirone⁠​ had fought.

“Let’s‍​⁠ head upstairs. I’m‌ starving after that​ fight. I’ll make​​ us some food,‌‌ though my cooking​‌ isn’t great.”

The⁠‌‌ second floor was​⁠‍ the only usable​‌ space, with just​​ a few broken‍ flowerpots on the‌​ floor.

They⁠ waited for the​‌‌ food to be‍​ served, with Yuna⁠⁠⁠ also sitting at‌​‍ the table. She‌ seemed much better‍ now that the​⁠⁠ tension had eased.⁠‌

Having⁠​ set out at⁠​⁠ dawn without eating‌​ a single meal‌⁠‌ all day, they‌⁠⁠ were starving. Since​⁠‌ waiting for food⁠ was unbearable, Marsha​ served soup and​​‍ bread right away.‌

As⁠ soon as the⁠ food was ready,​‌‌ they dug in,⁠‌‌ filling their stomachs‍‌​ eagerly. Despite his​‌ injuries, Rian ate‍⁠‌ the most.

“Can​‍ you no longer‍‌ use Pillage?”

The‌⁠‍ most notable part‌‍ of the battle⁠‌⁠ for Shirone was‍​ definitely Pillage. Although‍ it wasn’t as⁠⁠ rare as an⁠‍​ Unlocker’s magic, it‍ was a unique​‍⁠ ability in the‍​ magical society.

“Not⁠​‌ really. Pillage won’t​ work anymore, but⁠⁠‌ scars engraved in⁠​⁠ the heart don’t‌​ heal so easily.​ They tend to‍⁠ leave their mark.”‌‌‍

“I​‍ see. Hmm.”

As‌ Shirone trailed off,​‌​ the perceptive Marsha​ smiled brightly.

“Don’t‌ worry. I won’t‍‌ make any more⁠​ evil magic. The⁠ rules can be‌‍ changed a little.”‌‌‌

Shirone‌‍ nodded in surprise.⁠ This was practical⁠‌ knowledge he couldn’t‌‍ learn at school.‌‍

“So‌‌⁠ do you have‌ any rules in​‌‍ mind?”

“Not‌‌ really. Let me‍‍ think… How about‍‌‍ I go to​⁠ the magic academy‍​ and create magic⁠ to seduce a handsome blonde?”

Shirone⁠ gave her a nervous smile. After‍​ all he’d been‍​‍ through with Unregulated​​⁠ Eaters, he couldn’t⁠⁠​ just take it⁠​ as a joke.⁠​‌

Marsha⁠ caught Amy’s sharp⁠⁠ glare and tried⁠⁠ to reassure her.​​‍

“Haha,‍ don’t worry. It’s‌‌ not Shirone.”

“Oh,‌ really? Then who​‌ is it?”

“Someone‍‍​ who attends the‌ academy, is blonde,⁠ and handsome.”

Amy‌ remained silent. Arguing‌⁠ with an Unregulated‌⁠‍ Eater who saw‌​⁠ the world in​ her own way​⁠⁠ was pointless.

Freeman​⁠‌ put down his​​ spoon and said‌ seriously.

“How⁠​‍ about magic to‌ seduce a man‍⁠ with no eyebrows?”‍‌‌

“Pfft!”⁠

Marsha‍‌‌ spat the soup‍‍ back into her‌⁠ bowl. She hadn’t‍‌‌ expected such brazen​‌‍ words in this‍‍‌ situation.

“What⁠ nonsense is that?‍‍ Have you gone‍‌ mad?”

“Why?‌‍ I didn’t say‌ it was me.”⁠

“What‌ other person with‍​ no eyebrows exists⁠​ besides you and‌ a monkey?”

“But‍ monkeys aren’t people.”‌​

“No!​ I’m saying you’re⁠⁠ a monkey! By‍‌‍ the way, you‌‍ lost, didn’t you?​⁠⁠ What a pathetic‍ coward. How many​​​ times did I tell you not​​ to use that‍ Reverse Technique Tree,‌‌ huh? Huh?”

Marsha‍‌​ jabbed a fork⁠​ into Freeman’s temple.‌

Watching​ them bicker, Amy‍​ suddenly realized something.‌​ It was certainly‌ strange that Freeman‌ was fine after‍ being struck directly‌ by her Flame​‌ Strike.

“Reverse​​ Technique Tree?”

Those⁠‌​ who trained in⁠‌‍ Schema often layered⁠‍ multiple schemas for‌‌⁠ building up techniques.⁠‍ The base schema‌‍ formed the foundation,⁠ and others were⁠⁠ layered on top‌‍ as options.

Reversing​‍​ them suddenly was​ the Reverse Build.​

Schema⁠‌‌ users called this‌⁠‍ “Reversal,” a defensive‍⁠​ build used only⁠ in life-threatening situations.‍⁠

Gunners​​ prioritized agility and⁠ precision and based‍‌ their schema on‍⁠ sensory or neural⁠‍⁠ enhancements. Defensive builds⁠​⁠ for regeneration or‍⁠ cell activation had‌⁠ to be added​​ as options.

Freeman,⁠⁠ a gunner himself,​‌ wouldn’t have been‌ any different.

According​​‍ to Marsha, Freeman⁠‌ fought using the‌‌ defensive Reverse Build​‌​ from the start.‌‍

This‍‌ explained why his​ face remained unscathed⁠ despite being burned​​ by Flame Strike.‍

“That‌​ last speed he​ showed when saving‍⁠ Marsha was incredible.”‍

That⁠ must have been⁠ the gunner’s normal‍ speed without a reversal. The realization‍‌ left Amy boiling‍​‍ with rage.

Freeman,‍‍ perhaps sensing her‍⁠⁠ mood, spoke up.‌‍‍

“If‌​ not for the‍ Reversal, the opponent​‍​ would have used⁠‌‍ a different strategy.⁠ It’s not about⁠ being strong or‌‍​ weak. You just​⁠‌ adapt to the‌⁠‍ situation, and courage‍​‌ is a skill‍‌‌ too. You were‍‌ stronger than me,‌ Amy. That’s all.”‍‌⁠

Marsha‍⁠​ rested her chin‍‌⁠ in her hand,⁠​ chuckling softly. Her‍ cowardly eyebrowless Freeman‍⁠ could now speak​​ quite manly.

Receiving‌‍‍ praise from her⁠​ opponent, Amy felt‌‌‌ slightly awkward.

“Well…‌‌ you were pretty‍⁠‍ impressive yourself, old‌‍ man.”

“Thanks.​​ But I’m not​‍ an old man.‌⁠ I’m the same⁠⁠ age as Marsha.”⁠

“So‌ what? You might​‌ be her age,‌‌ but you’re still‌‍‌ an old man‍ to me.”

Freeman‌‍​ sulked and returned‍​‍ to his bread.‌‌ He wanted to⁠⁠ ask why Shirone⁠​ called Marsha “sister,”‍‍ but his timid‍ nature held him‌‍⁠ back.

Once⁠ the playful banter‍⁠ died down, Marsha’s‌​​ expression turned serious​‌ again.

“Anyway,‌‌⁠ Shirone, if you’re​ aiming to become⁠‌‌ a mage, you‌​ should be wary​‍‍ of Unregulated Eaters.​ I know it​‌​ sounds strange coming⁠ from me.”

“No,​ I want to⁠‍ know. Please, tell⁠⁠ me more.”

“Well,‍ the Pillage spell‌ I used wasn’t​⁠ all that efficient.‌​ The concept of‌ stealing another’s magic⁠⁠‍ is overpowered, but​‍ it’s just a possibility rather than​​ an effective battle‌⁠‌ strategy.”

Shirone‍⁠ agreed. If he​​​ had to risk‌⁠‍ his life for​ an ability, he⁠ wouldn’t choose Pillage.​‍ There were too⁠ many limitations on​‍⁠ stealing others’ powers.‌​‌

“I’m⁠‌ a special case.‌ Most Unregulated Eaters​‌‍ are unique, but​ their magic isn’t⁠‌ created for combat.⁠‍‌ Others use much‌ more effective and⁠‌ versatile abilities.”

“I​ see. In hindsight,‍​‌ it was terrifying​⁠‌ fighting you. I never thought there‌‍ was a way⁠ to seal Immortal‍‌ Function.”

“Haha,​​ sorry about that.​ But you’re right.‌ Nothing’s impossible in⁠⁠​ magic, and nothing‌⁠ is absolute either.⁠‍ You beat me‌ because you found‍ my weakness, right?”​⁠

“Yes.⁠​⁠ If Unregulated Eaters‍⁠ base their magic‌ on trauma, I thought attacking that‍‌‌ trauma persistently might​‌​ create an opening.”​⁠‍

“Exactly.‌‍ It’s a battle​​ between conditions and​ prices. When fighting⁠ an Unregulated Eater,⁠ figuring out how​‍ their magic works​ is more important‍ than their combat‍‌ power. But I think you’ll manage⁠⁠​ just fine.”

“I⁠ learned a lot‍‌ this time.”

Shirone​⁠‌ answered sincerely. This​ battle had shown⁠⁠ him how vast‌⁠ the world was⁠ and how many​​ outstanding people there‌​‍ were.

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