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Infinite Mage Chapter 87: Battle of Wits (2)

Chapter 87: Battle of Wits (2)

Arin‌ had been starving​‌ for three days.⁠‍ Consequently, Canis had​ not eaten anything‌ for twenty days.‌

“Huff!‌​‍ Huff! I did⁠​‍ it! I got​​ it! The bread!”⁠

Canis​‌‌ ran frantically through‌‍‍ the alleyways. After‍⁠​ losing his pursuers,‌​​ he leaned against‌ a wall to‌‍‌ catch his breath.‍⁠‌

His‌​‌ consciousness was fading;‍ all he felt‌ was hunger. He‍ couldn’t remember how⁠‌​ long it had‌⁠ been since he​ last ate.

Then,⁠⁠‌ he spotted a piece of bread.‍‌

Canis​‍​ swallowed hard, his​‌ eyes wild with‌ hunger.

He‌‌⁠ wanted it. He‌⁠ wanted to put​⁠ it in his​ mouth.

“Yeah,⁠ I need to⁠​⁠ be strong for​ Arin. I can‍‌⁠ eat this. Arin‍ can last a few more days.”‌⁠

This‌ thought seemed remarkably‌ rational.

Was⁠​ there a more‌‌​ logical decision? Eat​ this and use​‌⁠ the remaining strength​​ to find more‍⁠‌ food.

Canis​ opened his mouth‍‌ to eat the⁠​ bread. His mouth‌ watered, and his‌ hands trembled.

“Ugh!”⁠‍‍

But‍ then Canis clenched⁠ his eyes shut⁠⁠​ and placed the‍ bread in his⁠ pocket. It was‌​​ all a lie.‍​​ What strength could‍​​ he gain from⁠⁠​ such a piece⁠ of bread?

“I‍‌⁠ must endure. It​​ doesn’t matter if⁠ my body breaks⁠‌⁠ down, but if⁠ my mind does,⁠‍ it’s over.”

Canis​⁠ looked around like⁠‍ a madman, ready‍ to fill his‌​‌ stomach with stones⁠‍⁠ if necessary.

He‌ crawled towards some⁠ feces discarded in‌⁠‌ a corner and,​​ without a second​​ thought, shoved it⁠‍‍ into his mouth.‍‌

“Ugh!⁠⁠ Ugh!”

Every‌ part of his‍​‍ body rejected it,‌​⁠ but Canis swallowed‌‍ it.

Better⁠‌ than a stone.‌

Feces‍ were better than⁠ a stone.

Returning​‍ to their hiding​ place, Canis felt‌ sick but managed⁠ a smile when​​ he saw Arin⁠ and presented her‌‌‌ with the bread.​⁠

“Arin,‌ look! I got‍ this.”

“Really?​​‍ Wow, that’s great.”​‍

“Haha,⁠‍ I’ve got the​​ knack for it.⁠‍​ I’ll get more⁠​‌ in the future.​​‍ Eat up.”

Arin‌‌ looked at the‍ bread with sad‌‍​ eyes. She wanted‍‍ to help find⁠⁠ food, but stepping⁠​‌ outside as a girl in Radum⁠​​ was suicidal.

She‍‌‍ never talked to​⁠​ anyone but Canis.​⁠​ Social phobia developed,‌⁠‍ but what did‍ it matter? At‌‌ least she wasn’t⁠‍ someone’s food.

“Let’s‍‌‌ eat together, Canis.”‍

“I’m‌​ fine. I found‌​‌ stuff while roaming.​‍‌ I even ate‌⁠‌ a big centipede‍​ for nutrition. You⁠ can’t eat that,​‍ so you should⁠​ eat this.”

“I​‌‌ can eat it‌‍​ too. Stop treating‌⁠​ me like a child.”

Canis‍​ gripped Arin’s shoulder‍ tenderly.

“Arin,​‌‍ I know you’re‌ brave. But you⁠​⁠ shouldn’t. Do you⁠​ understand? The only⁠‌ reason I can​‍ endure this hellish‍‍ Radum is that‍ I can feed‍ you like a human. If you‌ become like me,‌⁠⁠ you might go‌‍ mad. So, eat.”‌

Arin‍ usually pretended to​ be defeated and‍⁠ bit the bread.⁠‍ But this time⁠ was different.

She⁠‌ looked at Canis’s​‍‌ mouth, noticing something‍​⁠ stuck there with⁠⁠ a stench.

“Canis,​‌‌ what did you​⁠ eat?”

Canis​ panicked.

“Oh?‍‌‍ Haha! It’s cake.​⁠ I licked some⁠‍⁠ cream off it,⁠‌‌ maybe it’s stuck.‌‍​ Sorry, I was‌​ so hungry…!”

Slap!​​⁠

Canis’s‍​ face swung violently.​⁠‍ He’d been hit‍ countless times in‍⁠‍ back alleys, but​​‍ never had he⁠​⁠ felt such a painful slap.

“Arin…”⁠‌‍

Arin‍ looked at him‍⁠​ with a frightening⁠‌‍ expression he had‌​ never seen before.⁠‌

“You⁠ bastard… How could‍ you do this⁠‍‌ to me! Am‍⁠ I livestock? Are‍‍‌ you raising me?‍ Then you give‌‌​ me this to‌ eat? What am‍ I to you!”‌‍⁠

“Arin,​ it’s not like‍ that! This is​‌ punishment for me!​‌ It has nothing‍ to do with​​ you!”

“I⁠​​ don’t need this!”​⁠

Arin​‌⁠ threw the bread‌‌ away. Watching it⁠ roll in the‍‍ dust, Canis turned‌‌ angrily.

“Arin!‍‌ What are you​​‍ doing! Do you​⁠​ know how hard‍ I worked to⁠⁠⁠ get this…!”

Arin‍​ pulled Canis’s face‍ to hers and​ kissed him. She⁠ licked something off​‍ his lips, tears‌ streaming from her⁠‍‌ eyes.

It​⁠ wasn’t a sweet⁠ kiss. Not a beautiful exchange of⁠⁠ emotions between humans.‌ Just two creatures,​‌​ born as sinners,​‍‌ sympathizing with each​ other.

Canis⁠⁠ finally realized what‍ he had eaten.⁠‌ For the first⁠‍ time, tears flowed.‌ A lifetime of‍​⁠ suppressed sadness burst‌‍​ out.

“Sob!​ Sob!”

“Don’t⁠⁠‍ ever do that⁠⁠ again. If you‍‌⁠ do, I can’t‌​ stay with you‍​ anymore.”

“I’m‌‍⁠ sorry, Arin. Don’t​ leave. You’re my‌ only family, my⁠‌ reason to live.”⁠

“Okay.​ Let’s live, Canis.‍‍ We must survive.”​

Overwhelmed⁠ with sorrow, Canis‌‌ couldn’t respond and⁠ just nodded. But‌ Arin didn’t forgive‍​​ him. That day,​‌‍ she didn’t eat‌ until Canis had⁠​‍ eaten every bit‌ of the bread‌⁠⁠ from the ground.‌

Canis⁠‌‍ recounted his past​‍ as if narrating⁠ someone else’s life.‍

“We‌⁠⁠ lived in hell.​​‍ But our master‍‍ saved us there.​ He gave us‌​‍ food, gave me‍ the power to‌‌‌ protect Arin, and⁠‍‍ even bestowed upon‌‌ us the essence‍ of dark magic,​‌​ Harvest.”

People’s⁠‌ gazes turned towards​‌ Harvest, who usually‌ was talkative but⁠ remained silent this⁠ time.

“I​⁠ get it,” Shirone​⁠ said, “I understand​ the life you’ve‍ led. But that​​‍ doesn’t justify killing​⁠⁠ people. Just because​‌​ you had a harder life doesn’t‍‌‌ make doing bad‌ things right.”

“Don’t‌ be mistaken. I’m‌‍‍ not defending myself,⁠ I’m teaching you.⁠​‍ Your so-called justice‍‍ is shallow, and⁠‍​ the world you​‌‌ live in is​ hypocritical. It wasn’t⁠ your kind of⁠​‌ justice that saved‍‍‍ me and Arin.​ I just act‌ on what I believe in.”

“Harming‍​​ others won’t get​ you anything. If⁠‍ you don’t try⁠​​ to understand others‌​‌ first, your past‌ will never receive⁠ the solace it‌​ needs.”

“Ha!‍​‍ Solace? You’re spouting‍‍‌ nonsense until the‍ end. Want to​⁠‌ know the situation​‍ now? Our master‍ is going to⁠ obliterate this entire​‌⁠ school. That includes⁠​ your friends.”

“No.‍​ You can’t hurt‌‌ anyone. Except yourself.”‌

Shirone⁠‍ raised a photon⁠ above his hand,‍​ and Harvest extended​‍ his broad palm‍‍ to shield Canis.‍‌​ Seeing it wasn’t⁠​‌ enough, he stretched‌ his other arm⁠ around Canis.

“What‍ are you doing,‍ Harvest? There’s no‌‍ need to be⁠‌ scared.”

“It’s⁠ dangerous. There’s something​ off about his‍ energy.”

Canis‍ scoffed, already having‍ measured Shirone’s strength⁠‌⁠ in the forest.‌‌⁠ He was a decent talent for⁠ a magic academy​​⁠ student but still​‍⁠ just a greenhouse‌⁠‍ flower.

“Hmph.‍ To me, it’s⁠‌‍ just…”

Canis’s⁠ expression went blank.​⁠​ The photon cannon‍‌ hovering above Shirone’s​ palm vibrated frighteningly.⁠ More powerful than‌‍‌ the one cast‍​ in the forest.⁠⁠ But Canis couldn’t‌⁠ have been holding‌ back, considering the‌ severity of his‍⁠ injuries.

‘What’s⁠​ going on? He‍ has this ability⁠​‍ and still…’

What​‍ Canis and Harvest​⁠ overlooked was the‌​‍ fact that Shirone‍‍‌ was an Unlocker,‌‌ having opened the‍ realm of the⁠⁠ infinite.

“This​ is your last​‍ chance. Release the‍‍‍ mind control.”

Canis‌⁠ frowned, his pride‍ hurt by the‌⁠⁠ realization he couldn’t​​​ underestimate Shirone.

“What‌ a joke. Even‍‌ if I die,‍​ I’ll follow my‍ master’s will. I can’t break my​ belief.”

Shirone’s‍ eyes turned cold.⁠‌ The power of⁠​ the Immortal Function​ enhanced the photon⁠‌ cannon, making it‍‍‌ unlike anything before.‌⁠⁠

“I‌​ don’t want to⁠‌ hurt people. But‌ if you try​ to harm the​ students, I have‍​⁠ no choice.”

“Release⁠ their memories, or…”⁠

The‍ photon cannon burst​⁠ into light, transforming‍⁠‍ into a chillingly‍‍‌ cold sphere of⁠‍‌ white light.

“I’ll​ have to harm⁠​ you.”

Thadd’s‍​⁠ forehead was drenched‌ with cold sweat‍⁠​ as he tried‌‍​ to counteract Viltor​‌‍ Arcane’s magic, trying‍ photonization magic on‍‍ Alpheas’s head. “Phew.​⁠‍ Such powerful mind​⁠ control. Even in‌ today’s age, it⁠ would be effective.”​​​

At‍‌‌ first, Thadd underestimated⁠‌ it. Even with​‍ the title of⁠⁠​ Archmage, 40 years‍ had passed. Magic‌⁠ had evolved over⁠‍ several generations, and‌ dark magic had⁠ become obsolete.

But‍‍‍ Abyss Nova was⁠​ a complex spell‌ beyond Thadd’s analysis,‌ even as a beneficiary of cutting-edge⁠‌ magic.

After‍⁠ 20 minutes, the‍​ light’s energy finally⁠‍⁠ penetrated the core​⁠‌ of darkness. Then‌ Thadd pushed the⁠‌ light with all⁠ his mental strength.‍⁠‍ The darkness lifted,⁠ and Alpheas’s memories‌‌‍ started unfolding along‌‍​ the stream of‌​ light.

40​ years ago in⁠‌ Bashuka, Thormia Kingdom.‍

A magic craze unlike‍⁠​ any before swept​‌ through the kingdom.‍ King Adolph XII,⁠ unlike his military-obsessed⁠⁠ predecessor, was full​‍‍ of intellect and​⁠ kindness.

Upon​⁠​ his coronation, he‌​ separated the magic‌ department, previously limited​​ to military, and⁠​​ gathered numerous talents.​​⁠

Students‌‍‍ from provinces and⁠ other countries came​​ to study in⁠⁠‍ Bashuka, turning the‌⁠⁠ capital’s streets into‍⁠ daily hubs of​ intellectual conversation.

Young​‌ mages fresh from⁠ magic school gathered⁠ in pubs for⁠⁠ debates, a common‌​ sight.

Vividly⁠ colored gypsy-style clothing​‌‌ was in vogue.​‌

For‌ women, short hair​ revealing the neck‍‍⁠ was a symbol⁠‌⁠ of intellect, while‍⁠‌ men wore their​‍ hair down to‍‌ the waist.

The⁠ pubs were scenes⁠‍ of intellectual clashes‍ and factional fights,⁠ leading to arrests​ by the guards.​

The⁠ most famous pub⁠‌ was “Homeland of​ the Ancient Gods,”⁠⁠‌ with a large‌​ hall and over‍ 200 tables. People​ frequently ascended the‍​‌ central podium to⁠‌ express their magical​​ views.

The⁠‍ place was a hub of magic‍​‍ debates and real-time​ gossip among nobles.⁠‍

It⁠ was a romantic⁠‍ era.

Alpheas‍ reminisced about his‍⁠‍ golden youth.

“Hey,​⁠‌ girls! Look who’s⁠‌ here! Alpheas is⁠‍​ coming!”

A woman’s excitement at‌‍ the pub entrance⁠ drew the ladies’‌ attention to the‌‌ door.

“Hello,⁠ ladies! Always so‌​ lively here!”

Blond-haired⁠‍‌ Alpheas, his hair⁠​‌ reaching his waist,‌⁠ entered the “Homeland‍​ of the Ancient⁠ Gods.” With him‍‌ was Klumph Ogent,‌​‍ sporting an out-of-fashion‍ buzz cut.

Despite⁠⁠⁠ being invisible to‌​ the ladies, Klumph,‍ a swordsman, was​‍⁠ ignored as they‍‍ flocked to Alpheas.​‌

“We‌ waited for you,​⁠ Alpheas! What magic‌‌ will you teach⁠​⁠ us today?”

“First,‌ let’s quench my​ throat. My tongue‍‍⁠ stiffens up without‍​‍ alcohol.”

“Ha⁠​‍ ha! So funny,​‍‌ Alpheas. You’re truly‌‌ entertaining.”

Alpheas‍​ would have been⁠​ ridiculed by his​‌ current students, but​‍ back then, he‍​⁠ was a popular⁠‍ figure, charming in⁠‍⁠ any conversation.

He​​‍ was the scion⁠⁠⁠ of a first-class‍ family, valedictorian of⁠​ the magic school,‍⁠ with good looks​‍ and refinement. Perhaps⁠‌ no woman disliked‌ him?

Men,⁠ however, viewed Alpheas‍‍ with disdain. Even⁠ those not petty⁠‍ enough to be⁠​​ jealous harbored unkind​ thoughts towards him,⁠ reflecting the resentment‍ he faced from‌⁠‌ men.

The⁠​ light of the⁠ Myrhe family.

That​‍ was Alpheas’s official⁠⁠‌ title at the​ time, but those‌ who knew him​ had another nickname‍‍ for him.

Proud​‍​ Alpheas.

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