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Infinite Mage Chapter 164: Late Lunch (2)

Chapter 164: Late Lunch (2)

“Hah,​‌​ I never thought‍‌ a day like‌‍ today would come.​​ Maybe now, I can live a different life?”

The‍ wounds hadn’t fully​‌‍ healed, but at⁠‌‍ least she had​‌​ broken through her‌‌ shell. What remained‌ was to carve‌⁠ out a new​ life while vividly⁠⁠ recalling the pain‍⁠ of the past.⁠⁠⁠

“What‍ will you do​​​ now? I heard‌⁠ someone’s after you.”‌

Freeman⁠‌ asked.

“We’re‍​‌ leaving. We started​ as mercenaries, and​ we must live‌​⁠ as mercenaries. Our⁠ subordinates want that‌‌‍ too. Of course,⁠ in this country,‌ we’ve unfairly been‍ labeled as a bandit group.”

Sadness‍‍ clouded Marsha’s eyes.​‍‍ Mercenaries fought for‍​ a living, and​​ she had accepted‍‍​ that she could‍ die at any⁠⁠‍ time. Burying her‌ comrades’ deaths deep‌ within, she could⁠‍ still smile.

She​​ had never fought⁠‍ for a greater​ cause or for‍ some shallow sense‌‍​ of justice, but​​ she had always‍​⁠ been proud and​⁠‍ never avoided a challenge.

Marsha​ at least wanted‍‌ to grant them‌​ the title of⁠​ brave warriors. She‍⁠ felt that their‍⁠ reputation as bandits‍⁠ shouldn’t stain their‌‍⁠ graves.

Understanding‌​ Marsha’s feelings, Tess⁠ tried to console⁠⁠​ her.

“Honestly,‍‍‍ there’s a fine‌⁠ line between bandits‌⁠‍ and mercenaries. And‍​​ in some ways,‍ the same can‍​ be said for​⁠‍ knights and mercenaries.⁠​‌ They’re all buried‍⁠‌ fighting for their⁠‍‌ beliefs. Politically outcast‌​​ groups might be​ branded as evil,‍ but the tides⁠​⁠ can always turn.”‌

Rian⁠​‍ shared a similar⁠‌ sentiment. Shirone or‌⁠​ Amy, who delved⁠‌ into academics, might⁠‌ not relate, but​‌‍ it was a common burden for‍​ those aspiring to‌‌ be knights.

“There‍‍‌ was a time​​‌ our family was​‍‍ threatened too for‌‍‌ trying to remain​‌‌ neutral. And Tess,‌​ your father must⁠​ be having a hard time too.”​

“True.⁠ He’s a hero⁠‍​ here, but in‌ the colonies, he’s⁠‌​ seen as an⁠‌‍ invader. It’s politics.”‍

Marsha​ smiled, realizing that⁠ Rian and Tess​‌ were sharing their​‍‍ experiences just to⁠​​ cheer her up.⁠‌‌

Despite⁠⁠ her lingering distrust‌‍ in the world,​ she had come⁠​ to believe in‌ the existence of⁠​ genuine people.

‘Such‍ kind children. Shirone’s​ friends are just‌ like him.’

Marsha​⁠⁠ leaned her chin‍‌ on the dining​ table like a lazy cat, and‌‌⁠ in a rare⁠​ moment of peace,​‌‌ she pointed a thumb at Shirone.⁠​‍

“What‍ about you all?‌‍⁠ Planning on some⁠‍ sightseeing?”

“Ah,⁠ we’re going to‌⁠‍ the Kergos Ruins.”⁠‍

“Kergos?⁠‌ What are you‍ going to do​ there, you young‍​⁠ couple?”

“Well,‍​ actually…”

Shirone⁠ explained why they‌‌ were on the​⁠​ island. Listening with⁠‌ interest, Marsha nodded​​‍ in surprise.

“Wow,‌ I didn’t know⁠⁠‍ that secret was‍⁠ there. I wasn’t⁠‍‌ on the island,‌‌ so I had‌‍‌ no idea. Freeman,​​ did you know?”‍‍⁠

“To‍ some extent. I heard stories from​ the locals.”

“So,⁠​‍ you want to‍​ enter the Kergos⁠ self-governing district?”

“Yes.‍ But the Room⁠​ of Achievement and‍‌​ Sacrifice is so‌⁠ difficult that we’re‍ unsure if we‍⁠ can pass.”

“So‌ if you can’t,‍ that’s it?”

“Probably.‌‌ I do have‌ a backup plan,‍‍‌ but it’s not​ certain.”

Freeman⁠ chimed in.

“If‌‌⁠ it’s that, we‌ can help.”

“Huh?⁠ The Room of‌ Achievement and Sacrifice?”​

“No,⁠⁠​ even if you​⁠ can’t pass through‍‍​ that room, you‌‌‍ can still enter‍⁠ the district. Falcoa‍ seemed to have‍ made deals with⁠ that side and‍‌​ Lupe. If you‍ show Freeman Organization’s‍ pass, they’ll let​‌⁠ you in. After​ all, Falcoa was‍‌‌ skilled at that‌​ kind of thing.”​

Shirone’s‍ group was stunned.⁠‌​ It was the⁠‌ first time they‌⁠ heard that one‌ could enter the‌​​ district without taking⁠‍‌ the test.

Amy⁠‌ tilted her head​​‍ and asked, “Doesn’t‍‌‍ that lead to‌​‌ a different path?​ If two routes​​⁠ exist from the⁠​ start, there’s no​ need to have‍⁠ the trial.”

“I​‍‌ don’t know about​⁠ that. What’s clear‍‍ is that both​‌ paths lead to‌⁠ the same place.‌ This was confirmed‌⁠‍ by those who⁠ passed through the‌‍⁠ trial.”

Upon​⁠⁠ hearing this, Shirone‌ was also puzzled.‍ She had expected‍​ that passing the​‌ trial would lead‍⁠⁠ to a different‌‌ zone.

“One‍​‍ place requires passing‌‍⁠ the trial, but​​​ the other doesn’t.‍‌‌ Why would they⁠ do that?”

Tess‍​‌ added, “We don’t‍​ know. Maybe it’s⁠⁠‍ tradition. Old cultures‌ often keep those‍ customs. Or maybe​​ it’s to avoid‌ suspicion.”

“What’s​‌‌ the point?”

“To​ give the impression⁠⁠ that the self-governing⁠‍‍ district isn’t that‌ special. Hearing about‌​‌ the Room of‍‍‌ Achievement and Sacrifice⁠ has already lowered​‍ our expectations.”

“Anyway,‍‌‍ it’s best to‍ confirm directly. If‍ necessary, we can​ get you a pass. It can​​‌ be done right‌‌ now.”

Freeman‌​ concluded.

“Yes,‍‌⁠ please.”

Shirone‍⁠​ decided to accept‌‍ it. They hadn’t‍​ decided which route‌⁠‌ to take yet,⁠​​ but having multiple‍‍​ ways to access​‌ the self-governing district⁠ was better.

Freeman‍ called in his⁠⁠ subordinate to prepare‍‌ the pass and​ then spoke to⁠‌​ Shirone’s group.

“Entering‍ won’t be a problem, but you’ll‌‌ need someone who​​‌ knows the native​‌ language. We don’t‌⁠‍ have anyone who‍‌ does.”

“Huh?‌‌‍ Then how did​​​ Falcoa handle it?”​

“After​‍ arriving on the​‍⁠ island, he built⁠ his own network.‌‌⁠ Strictly speaking, the​​‌ existing mercenary group‍⁠‍ didn’t fit him.​​ Although his private​ network disbanded after‍ he died, he‍ used to hang⁠ out with the​ smugglers. One of‍​⁠ them must have​⁠⁠ acted as an‌‍⁠ interpreter.”

“Hmm,​​ so we need‌‌ to find an​⁠ interpreter.”

Yuna‍ slowly raised her‌ hand.

“Um,‍‍ I don’t know⁠ if I should⁠ say this…”

“It’s‌‌‌ fine, say anything.”⁠‌‌

“My‌‌‍ brother knows some‌ Kergos.”

Amy’s⁠ interest was piqued.‍⁠

“Really?​⁠⁠ How did he⁠ learn it?”

“He‌‍ took on various⁠ jobs to look​‌ after me when⁠ we were young.​‌‌ Before becoming a harbor recruiter, he‌‌ did some tour​⁠⁠ guide work. I think he learned⁠‍‍ it then.”

Freeman​​ added, “That’s great.⁠​ Let’s ask him.​‌ We’d like to‍ help you more,‍ but now that⁠​ Marsha’s back, staying​​‍ on the island​⁠​ is risky. The​‍ Magic Association is‌⁠ still after us.”‍‍

Shirone‍‍‍ nodded understandingly. She⁠​ didn’t want to‌⁠‍ burden Marsha, who‍‌ was already being‍ pursued at a national level.

With⁠⁠ their conversation settled,‌‍‍ Shirone’s group left​​ before nightfall.

Marsha‍‍ placed teleportation bracelets​‍ on them.

The‌ instructions were simple.‌‌ The bracelet had⁠‍ its own Spirit⁠‍‌ Zone, so they⁠‌‍ only needed to‍⁠‌ visualize the coordinates​‍ like casting magic.​

Shirone‍‍ examined the bracelet‍‌‍ Marsha had given⁠​ him

People‍​ used these without⁠‌‌ a second thought,‌⁠⁠ but the idea‍​‍ of linking magic‌ tools to magic​‌ circles was truly⁠‌⁠ unprecedented.

Connecting‍‌ two separate Spirit​ Zones was an‌ impossible feat.

This​​ could have been‍‍ how Marsha’s teleportation‌⁠ looked from the‍​‌ outside.

A person inside the‌‍‌ spot would only‌‍‌ see the hole‍‍⁠ in space, but‍ from the outside,‍‌‌ both the entrance⁠ and exit would⁠​⁠ be visible.

‘The‌ Labyrinth of Space-Time.​ Maybe the world‍‍ is already within‌⁠ a huge secret.’⁠

Initially,‌‍ she thought his‍⁠⁠ case was unique,‌‍ but she realized‌‌ he was Alpheas’s⁠⁠‍ disciple.

Further⁠ investigation revealed a connection to the‌⁠‌ Kergos Ruins.

Moreover,‌ spatial magic was⁠ now incorporated into‌​‌ magical tools and‍⁠ spread worldwide.

Shirone‍​ suddenly felt fear.‌ Maybe he was⁠​ seeking something that‍ he shouldn’t, just‍⁠ as the headmaster‌ had warned.

While‍ he was lost‌​⁠ in thought, Marsha⁠⁠ approached and gave‌ her final advice.​‌

“There’s⁠‍ a carriage waiting⁠‍⁠ at the base​‌ of the mountain.⁠‍ I might see⁠​ you again before‌ you leave, but⁠‍ be careful. And⁠⁠ once you’re back,​‍ find a healing‍ mage to treat⁠‌​ your wounds.”

“Got​‌⁠ it. Thank you‌‍ for your concern.”‍‌⁠

“Hoho!‌⁠ Don’t mention it.‌⁠ Not between us.”‌​‌

Marsha‍⁠‍ covered her mouth‍ and lightly slapped​ Shirone’s arm. Although​​⁠ she no longer⁠​ needed to hide‌ herself, she wasn’t‌‍‍ much different from‍ when they first‌ met. Perhaps she‌​⁠ had used falsehood​ as a shield,⁠‌‍ revealing herself through⁠​ deception.

“We’re‍‍⁠ off. If I don’t see you​​‍ on the island,⁠⁠ contact the magic​‌ school.”

“Don’t‍‌⁠ worry. Clay Marsha​⁠⁠ can find you⁠⁠‌ anytime, anywhere.”

Marsha⁠​​ spoke vigorously with​‌​ her sleeves rolled⁠‌‍ up, clearly someone⁠‌ who knew how‍⁠ to lift people’s⁠ spirits.

Freeman‌‌ stood by her‍ side, ever the​⁠‌ loyal support. Though‌ their dynamic seemed​​ unequal, it felt⁠​‍ well-matched.

When‍​‌ Shirone entered the‌ forest, Marsha, who​‍ had stayed for​⁠ a long time,​ asked, “The Kergos‌⁠​ Ruins. Will they⁠​‌ be alright?”

“Probably‌⁠​ not,” Freeman replied‌ calmly.

Marsha​‌ frowned at Freeman⁠⁠​ but he maintained⁠ his usual composure.‌​

“They’ll​‌‌ make it. They’re​ strong.”

With‍‍⁠ a bittersweet smile,​‍​ Marsha looked up​‍ at the sky.​‍ The sound of⁠‍‍ spatial movement tore​‌‌ through the forest⁠⁠ air.

***‍

By⁠‌​ the time Shirone’s⁠ group returned to⁠ the villa in‌⁠ the carriage, evening‍⁠ had already fallen.‌‍‌

Zis,‌‌‌ who had been​‌ pacing the living​ room despite his​​⁠ injuries, turned around⁠⁠ as soon as​‍ the door opened.‍

“Aah…”‌​

Tears⁠ filled Zis’s eyes.‍⁠‌ His only sister,‌⁠ Yuna, had returned⁠‌ unharmed.

“Brother!”⁠‍‍

“Yuna!”⁠‌

Zis​ cried as he‍ hugged Yuna, and​‌ the siblings clung⁠​‍ to each other,⁠‍‍ sobbing.

The​⁠ ordeal had been‍⁠‌ challenging for them.‍‍ Even Shirone, known‌‍ for her mental​‍ fortitude, had nearly‍⁠ given up multiple⁠‍ times.

Knowing⁠‌ they had been​‍ attacked by such​‍ vicious people made⁠ Zis and Yuna’s‌ helplessness all the​ more palpable.

“Are⁠‌ you okay? Are‌‍⁠ you hurt?”

“Yes.​ I’m fine. My​ brother and sisters‌ saved me. But‍ what about you?​​⁠ What happened that‍‌ you’re all bandaged⁠​⁠ up?”

“I’m⁠ fine. As long‍⁠ as you’re back,‍⁠ nothing hurts.”

In​‍ truth, Zis could​‌​ barely walk, but‌​ he didn’t want‍⁠ to show his‌‍​ pain to Yuna.‍​ Her fears were‌​ far greater than​ his suffering.

Zis‌‍‍ looked at Shirone’s‍ group with gratitude‍‌ and bowed deeply.‌

“Thank‍‍​ you! Thank you⁠‌⁠ so much! I won’t forget this‍ kindness.”

Tess‍⁠​ patted Zis’s shoulder⁠ reassuringly. Having heard⁠ Freeman’s story, he​ knew this was‍​⁠ something to discuss⁠‍ later.

“Hoho!‌⁠ Forget it. Just‍ remember what I said when we​ set out. If‍‍ you’re really grateful,⁠ show it with​ your actions from⁠​ now on.”

“Huh?⁠⁠​ What do you‍‌ mean?”

Zis‍⁠ blinked, confused by​​⁠ Tess’s words, while‍⁠‍ Shirone’s group and⁠​⁠ even Yuna smiled‍‌ at him.

***‌​​

After​​‍ putting the exhausted⁠‍‌ Yuna to bed,​ Zis returned to​ the table. Sipping​‌ on herbal tea,‌‌ he resumed the​‍ paused conversation.

“So,​⁠⁠ you want to​ enter the self-governing‍​ district through the‌​ Kergos Ruins, and‍⁠‌ that’s why you‌ need an interpreter?”​

“Yes.‌ Yuna says you⁠‌ can help, but‌ we want to​‍‌ know how proficient⁠ you are.”

“For⁠‌‌ casual conversation, I can guide you.⁠⁠ But entering the​‌​ self-governing district is…”​‌⁠

Zis⁠‍ stroked his chin​‌⁠ with a concerned​​​ expression.

“What’s⁠‍‍ wrong? Is there​‌ something that bothers‍‍⁠ you?”

“No,‍ it’s fine. I’ll‍‌​ guide you. I don’t know why‍‍​ you’re going, but‍‍ it’s a special⁠⁠‍ place. Not because‌ it’s secretive but​⁠⁠ because the Galian‍ government strictly controls‌‌‍ access. Are you‍‌ sure about this?”⁠‍‌

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