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Infinite Mage Chapter 166: A Dangerous Deal (2)

Chapter 166: A Dangerous Deal (2)

“Rian,‌​‌ stop being stubborn⁠ and receive healing‍ magic tomorrow.”

“I’m‍‌‌ fine! I don’t‍ have any fatal‌ injuries. Of course,‍⁠ the spot where​ Tess stabbed me‍⁠⁠ is strangely a bit painful, haha!”‍‍‌

“Rian,​ the moment you⁠⁠ fall is the‍⁠ moment I die.”⁠​‌

Rian’s​‌‍ laughter stopped abruptly.‍‌ The living room‌ was enveloped in‌‍​ silence. Everyone looked‍‌‌ anxiously between Shirone‌⁠ and Rian.

“Shirone,‌‍‌ I…”

“I⁠​ know. You would⁠‌ protect me until‍ your last breath.⁠⁠ However, a moment’s​‌‌ decision can determine‍⁠ the success or‍​‌ failure of a mission. I’d prefer‌‍ you take more‍ hits for me‍ if you’re going‍‌‌ to be stubborn‌ like this. Otherwise,‌​‌ I might have⁠ to reconsider entrusting​⁠‍ my back to⁠⁠‍ you.”

This‍⁠‍ might sound selfish⁠​‍ and cold. Indeed,​ asking a friend​ to take a blade for him⁠ was undeniably harsh.​

But​​ Shirone knew Rian‌ better than anyone.‌​⁠

Rian​ was fire. The‌‌⁠ way to fuel‍⁠ that fire was⁠ not through shallow‌⁠ praise but by⁠ impressing upon him​​ the harsh realities.‍‌

Rian‍‌‌ slightly curled the​​ corners of his‍‍ lips. A hot‌​​ fire surged within‍ him, burning away⁠ any trivial emotions.​‍

“Don’t‌ worry, Shirone! I’ll‍ do whatever it‍​‌ takes to return⁠ this body to​⁠​ perfect condition! As⁠ long as I’m‍​‍ here, no one⁠‌‍ will be able‍⁠⁠ to reach you.”‍

Rian‌‌ seemed ready to⁠‌‍ receive healing magic‌⁠ right then. Freed‌‍ from her own‌‍ hell, Tess secretly​‌‍ looked up at⁠‍⁠ the ceiling and​​ sighed.

“Phew.​‍ Thank you, Shirone.‍‌‌ Really, thank you.”​

Tess​‌ had no doubt‍‌‌ that Rian would‌‍ someday become the⁠ greatest swordsman. But‌‍‌ even if he‌​​ became a burning‍ sword, only Shirone‍ could wield him.​​‌

***‌⁠​

Early⁠‌ in the morning,‍ Shirone’s group left⁠‍‍ the villa.

There‍⁠‌ was a mages’​ guild in the​ residential area, small‌ in influence due‌‌ to the Freeman‌ Organization’s control over⁠‍ the island but​⁠ sustained by possessing⁠⁠ a healing mage.‍⁠⁠

Being‍ a resort area,⁠ it was common‌ for people to⁠ sustain injuries while​‍​ relaxing and having⁠ fun.

Commoners‍ might seek home‌⁠⁠ remedies or visit‌‌ a doctor, but​​⁠ nobles would get‌‍⁠ treated by a healing mage even⁠‌​ for a minor‍​​ finger injury.

The⁠ cost of healing‌​​ varied depending on‌‌ the type and​‍ severity of the‍‌ injury, ranging from‍ 1 to 10⁠ gold, but due​ to Freeman’s influence,⁠‍​ the treatments were⁠‍ reasonably priced.

Healing⁠ magic stimulated cellular⁠‌​ activity to naturally‌‌ heal wounds, unlike​ physicians who diagnosed​ and treated based‌​‍ on the cause⁠ of the illness.​

Although⁠⁠ some schema users⁠‌ practiced emergency surgery⁠ as surgeons, mages⁠⁠ preferred to follow​‌​ the natural order,⁠ eschewing artificial methods.‍‍​

High-level⁠⁠‌ magic involved complex‌ theories, but even⁠‌ simple cellular activation​⁠‍ was highly effective‍ because the human‌⁠‌ body knew how⁠ to heal itself.‍​‍

The‍ healing mage seemed⁠​ not very skilled,‌⁠⁠ as it took​‍⁠ two hours to‌⁠ fully treat Zis‌‍⁠ and Rian’s injuries.⁠​‍

Shirone​​‌ was newly impressed⁠‍ by the power‍‍‍ of magic upon‍ seeing Rian’s injuries​​ cleanly healed.

Two⁠ hours would be‍ impractical in real-time⁠‍‌ combat on the⁠​ battlefield, but over⁠​​ the long term,​‍⁠ the combat effectiveness​‍ of a group⁠ with a healing‌ mage was tremendously​⁠ higher.

Upon⁠ returning to the‌ villa, the group​‍‍ repacked their belongings​‌‌ and headed out.‍‌​

While‍‍‍ healing magic only‍ regenerated wounds and‌‌‍ didn’t boost overall⁠⁠⁠ condition, Rian seemed​‌⁠ to overflow with​ vitality, strong as​⁠⁠ he was.

Zis​‍ also seemed confident‌ in his endurance,⁠‍​ cheerfully shouldering his‌​‍ backpack without showing‌‌ signs of fatigue.​​

Rian‌‌‍ was puzzled by⁠‌ Zis’s luggage. Since​ Zis, the guide,‍ was expected to⁠‌​ part ways once​ they entered the⁠ self-governing district, he​​ wouldn’t need much​‍‍ gear.

“Huh?​​ What’s with the​ luggage?”

“Ah,‍ this is a packed lunch. Yuna‌‍ made it while​‌ we were getting⁠ treated. She’s got‌⁠‍ a knack for‍‍‍ cooking since she‍ works in a restaurant.”

“Oh,‌‍⁠ she’s a professional?⁠⁠​ That’s great. Let’s​⁠⁠ eat now.”

As⁠⁠​ Rian approached drooling,‌​⁠ Tess pinched his⁠‌ side and scolded.‌

“We⁠ just ate, why​ another meal? Let’s​ head to the​⁠ ruins first. It’d⁠‌ be troublesome if⁠ it gets dark.”⁠‍

Everyone​ knew it was⁠⁠ better to leave‍​​ early since they‍‌⁠ had visited the​‌⁠ location before. This​‌​ time, the women‍‌​ didn’t complain and‌ finished packing earlier‍ than usual.

When‌‌ they arrived a kilometer from the‍‌‍ ruins, the coachman‍ stopped the carriage​​‍ as usual. Accustomed‍‌ to this, the‍​ group disembarked and⁠⁠ walked towards the⁠‍ ruins.

Nothing⁠‍ had changed since‌‍ their last visit.⁠

The‍ bustling crowd, the‍ natives watching warily,‍‍ and the pub‌​ where they had‌‌ encountered mercenaries were​‍‌ all the same.​⁠

Heading​ towards the outskirts‍⁠‌ of the ruins,‍ they decided to​⁠ have lunch in‌‌ the park. Yuna⁠​​ had packed rice⁠ balls made from‌​⁠ leftover ingredients soaked​⁠⁠ in rice, a dish unfamiliar to‌‍ them but popular‌ on the island.‌

Shirone‌ tasted it and‍‍ found it uniquely⁠‍ delicious, with a salty, nutty flavor‌ from the various​ ingredients.

Though‌​ it seemed a light meal, it⁠‌ sat heavily in‍​⁠ the stomach, more⁠‍⁠ so than bread.‍

Zis​‍ reviewed a manual​​‌ that Freeman had​​ passed along. Although‍‌⁠ brief, his years​​‍ in the organization‌​ allowed him to​ quickly grasp how​ deals were conducted.⁠⁠​

He‌​‌ led them to‌⁠‌ the opposite side‍​‌ of the entrance​⁠‍ to the Room​‍ of Achievement and⁠‌⁠ Sacrifice, also guarded⁠​⁠ by a native‌‌ in civilized clothing.‍⁠

“Hello.”⁠‌

“Who‍‍ are you?”

“I’m​​ from the Freeman‍‌⁠ Organization. When can‍​​ we depart?”

After⁠ scanning Zis up⁠⁠ and down, the‍⁠⁠ native spoke more‌⁠ freely once shown‍​⁠ a pass.

Zis​​ and the native​‍‌ exchanged a few⁠‌⁠ words in the⁠ native language before‍ he turned to‌⁠ Shirone.

“We​ have to wait‌ about an hour‌‌‍ for our ride?”⁠​​

“Ride?⁠ What kind of​‌‍ ride?”

“We’ll‍​‌ probably take a tram. That’s what​ was written. Anyway,​​‌ they told us‌‍ to come back‍‌ when the tram‌​ arrives.”

Tess‌‌ looked around the​ group.

“What​ should we do?‌⁠ Wait here for‌ an hour, or‍ look around a bit more?”

Shirone‍ pondered. Was it​‌‍ really okay to‌‍​ enter the self-governing‍​‍ district like this?‌‌⁠ If so, why‍ did the Room​⁠ of Achievement and​‌ Sacrifice exist?

Tess​ thought it might‌⁠‌ be tradition, but‌ Shirone doubted it‍ was that simple,‍ especially since the‍ labyrinth’s breath touched⁠‍⁠ this place.

“I​ want to try​ the trial gate⁠ again.”

His⁠ sudden suggestion surprised⁠ his friends, who⁠ wondered why he​‍ would choose the‍​‍ hard way when‍ a simpler route​‍ was available.

But‌ Amy shared Shirone’s‌ thoughts. There must‍​⁠ be something beneath​⁠​ the ruins that⁠ people shouldn’t know⁠⁠‍ about. So, if‌⁠ there were two​⁠ routes leading to‌ the same place,⁠ there must be​‍⁠ a special reason⁠⁠ for each.

However,‍ the problem was⁠​‌ passing the trial.⁠ Pursuing an impossible​ task might just⁠ waste their time.​‍‌

“Can‌‍ we really pass‍‌ it? Are you​​‌ thinking of trying⁠‌ with lasers?”

“If⁠‌ possible, I’d like‌‍ to try.”

“And​⁠‌ if that doesn’t‍ work? The tram‌​‌ might not wait‌⁠ for us. And​ entering the Room⁠​ of Achievement and⁠​⁠ Sacrifice will take‍‌ a significant amount​ of time.”

“I⁠ guess it wouldn’t‌⁠ matter much if⁠⁠ we failed.”

Shirone‍ spoke nonchalantly, prompting​​​ a puzzled response‌​ from Amy.

“It‌ doesn’t matter if‍ we fail?”

“I‌​ have something on⁠​ my mind. Of⁠ course, I can’t‌‍​ be sure of​⁠ anything yet. How⁠ about this? I’ll⁠‌​ enter the Room​​ of Achievement and‍‍ Sacrifice alone, and​​⁠ the rest of‍⁠​ you wait here‍⁠⁠ and take the⁠​ tram if it‌​⁠ comes. That way,‍​ we can synchronize⁠​⁠ our timings and‍ experience both routes.”⁠⁠

Amy⁠⁠​ thought Shirone’s plan‌‌ was logical. Since​ he had scored⁠‍ the highest in‍⁠ the Room of⁠‌ Achievement and Sacrifice‍​ before, there was‌‌ no need for⁠‍ others to follow.‌‌‌ Besides, if he​​​ went alone, it‌⁠​ wouldn’t take much​⁠ time.

“Alright.​‍ Let’s head to‍‌ the trial route⁠​​ then.”

With​​‌ Amy’s agreement, the​​‍ group headed toward‍​ the altar to‌​ the east. Different‍⁠‌ natives guarded it‍‍⁠ this time.

“Shirone,‌ you remember the⁠‌ password?”

“Yeah.⁠‍ Stay back. Last‍ time, they mistook‌⁠‌ us for a group because you⁠‌ were too close.​⁠ I’ll go in‍‍ and come back‍ alone this time.”​‌⁠

“Okay.‌ It should be‍ fine, but… be​​⁠ careful, anyway.”

Shirone‌⁠​ walked toward the⁠⁠‍ altar but stopped⁠​⁠ in his tracks⁠‌‌ after just three​‍​ steps.

Someone‌‌⁠ inside was banging⁠ on the door.⁠⁠

As​⁠ Shirone approached, the‌​ native guarding it​ turned around and⁠‍‍ operated a mechanism,​ opening the stone​ wall.

‘It‍⁠ seems someone else‍‌ attempted the trial.​​⁠ Are there more‍​ challengers than I thought?’

Curious​​⁠ about who was‌ emerging from the⁠‍​ trial, Shirone watched‍‍‌ eagerly. But the‍ moment he saw​ their faces, he⁠ was startled.

“Uh,‌‍ what?”

Amy,⁠‌ standing behind him,‌⁠ also jumped in‍‍ surprise.

“What!⁠ How are they‍ here?”

“What’s‌‍ wrong, Amy? Do‍ you know them?‌⁠​ Friends, maybe?”

“Hmph!‍​ Friends? They’re enemies!”​⁠‍

From‌‍ Amy’s reaction, they‌​‍ clearly weren’t on‍⁠ good terms. Rian⁠​‍ and Tess, more⁠​​ curious now, closely‍‌⁠ observed the man‍ and woman who‌ had emerged from⁠​ the altar.

From‍​ a distance, they​‍​ looked like siblings⁠‍​ due to their⁠​⁠ similar features—black hair,⁠ dark eyes, pale​⁠ faces, and a uniquely dark aura.⁠

Shirone‌​‍ stared blankly at​​ them. They were​⁠⁠ Canis and Arin,⁠‌ disciples of Archmage‍‍⁠ Arcane.

‘Why‌ are they here?’⁠

Of​‌‍ course, they were⁠⁠ free to travel‍⁠ wherever they wanted,⁠​ but it was⁠‌‍ ominous that they‌​ had emerged from​⁠ a place touched​ by the labyrinth’s‌‍ breath.

Canis⁠‌‍ and Arin were​ also surprised to‌‌‍ see Shirone’s group‍ but quickly regained⁠‍ their composure.

“So​‌​ you were here‍​ too.”

Canis‌‍ approached with a sneering face, while⁠‍​ Arin shyly looked‍⁠ down, unaccustomed to‍ social interactions due⁠ to her life​‌​ confined in Radum.​‌

Although‍‌ they had clashed​ before, they would‌‌ be classmates next‍​ semester, so she⁠⁠ felt obliged to​‍ at least greet‌‌ them.

“Ah,‍​​ hello, Shirone?”

Summoning⁠‍ all her courage,⁠⁠ Arin raised her⁠ hand to wave​‌ at Shirone, but‌ Canis glared at‍ her fiercely. Realizing‌ her mistake, Arin⁠‌⁠ quickly lowered her​ hand, though Shirone‍ greeted her warmly.​⁠⁠

“Hi,​ doing well?”

“Uh?‍‌ Yeah. Just…”

Arin,‌ glancing at Canis,‍ responded with a shrinking voice. But‌ seeing Shirone genuinely‌⁠ welcome her, she‍​ wondered if there​‍‌ was really a need to be‍‍ so hostile.

As⁠ she slowly raised‍ her head, surprised⁠ by Shirone’s intense‌⁠ gaze, she gasped.⁠​‌

‘He‌⁠​ was impressive before,⁠​ but now he’s​ even more distinct.‍​ Truly a fascinating‍ person.’

Meanwhile,‍ Shirone also had‌‍ a lot on‌​ his mind with‌⁠‌ the arrival of‍‍ Canis and Arin.‌ Their return from‍⁠ the altar meant​⁠ they had likely​ been rejected by‌⁠‍ the Angel’s Eye.​‍

‘It’s‌​‌ not easy, the‍​ Labyrinth of Time.’‍

As‌ disciples of the​​ Archmage, Canis and‌⁠ Arin were formidable,⁠​‍ especially in real‌‍‍ combat experience, where⁠‌ they were considered⁠​⁠ superior to anyone‌ at the magic⁠⁠ school.

Although​ Shirone had subdued‍ him before, he​⁠ had struggled even‌​ while receiving elemental⁠⁠ blessings.

But‌ even they had​​ been unable to‌‍‍ advance further in‍⁠⁠ the Room of‌ Achievement and Sacrifice,‌⁠ giving a clue⁠ about the high‌ standards of the​‍ labyrinth’s cut-off.

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