Golden Mage - Chapter 29
Chapter 29
With his exclamation, a square shape began to form over his eyes and stretched out on both sides, resting over his ears.
It was none other than a pair of glasses.
And not just any glasses, but the golden-framed, golden-lensed glasses that the former pro-gamer, Lee Jun-hyuk, used to wear.
The glasses he used on Earth had reincarnated in this place.
El tapped the glasses frame lightly and said, “My eyesight isn’t terrible, but I find that wearing glasses helps me focus better.”
But it wasn’t just about improving his focus; these magic glasses had a Magic Eye enchantment that allowed him to perceive the flow of mana more smoothly. Moreover, the summoning magic he just displayed was also imbued within the glasses.
In other words, it was an item that not only enhanced his concentration but also allowed him to grasp the flow of mana more effectively.
Having observed the combat style of the magic users in this world, El believed that using supportive magic alongside offensive spells would be more effective than recklessly casting attack magic. Of course, others might have the same belief, but with El’s ability to cast spells faster than most, such a combat approach was even more effective for him.
Though he hadn’t experienced real battles yet, his gaming career as a former pro-gamer taught him the importance of maximizing the potential of each unit, and he applied that principle to himself without any worries.
“Now then, let’s go. Invisibility!”
Having reached the 7th class, El could cast the 5th class magic, Invisibility, with a simple incantation. As the spell took effect, El’s body turned transparent, and his mana, tightly concentrated before, began to resonate with the surrounding mana in the atmoCilfir.
His appearance, now almost indistinguishable from the ambient mana due to his Cloaking Breath, would be hard for anyone less skilled than him to notice.
“Let’s go see what’s on the Marquis’s mind.”
El, concealed by his new spell, made his way through the complex Marquis’s mansion, heading towards the Marquis Ain Heart’s office.
As expected from a wizarding family, there were detection magic and magic traps scattered throughout the mansion, but for someone like El, with his 7th class abilities and Cloaking Breath, they posed no significant threat.
However, certain restrictions, like spatial distortions that twisted coordinates, prevented him from moving freely throughout the mansion. Only those with the specific coordinates known to the Marquis could traverse the areas freely, making it a labyrinthine trap that even 7th class wizards wouldn’t dare to probe recklessly.
Nevertheless, El, an extraordinary 7th class wizard, was able to navigate through these magical obstacles with relative ease.
Eventually, he arrived at the office.
Inside, two people were present: Marquis Ainheart and Glaiton.
El’s new sense seeped into the office, and he began to eavesdrop on their conversation without making a sound.
Their conversation was nothing extraordinary, but to El, it contained crucial information and secrets that were worth noting.
As El listened carefully, the conversation began as if they had prepared to speak in his presence.
Marquis Ainheart remained silent, sipping his tea without saying a word.
After observing his father’s face for a moment, Glaiton cautiously opened his mouth, sensing that his father’s mood wasn’t great.
“What’s troubling you, Father?”
“I brought up the subject of the Magic Stone to Cilfir.”
“The Magic Stone!”
Glaiton exclaimed, glancing at Marquis Ainheart. He immediately grasped the situation; his father’s expression indicated that the outcome wasn’t favorable.
“What did Cilfir say?”
In response to Glaiton’s question, Marquis Ainheart glanced at him and replied, “He asked for his son to be groomed as my successor.”
“Uh!”
Glaiton’s expression stiffened upon hearing his father’s words. The implications were clear – Glaiton himself was the natural successor, so for Cilfir to request his son as a successor meant he was targeting Glaiton himself.
“How can that be? He wants his son to be the successor of the Marquis, which means he’s targeting me, doesn’t it?”
Marquis Ainheart let out a deep sigh.
“That child! Even without Cilfir’s words, El already possesses the qualifications to challenge for the successor’s position.”
“What? Are you saying that El is already a 5th class expert?”
Marquis Ainheart nodded.
“I personally scanned his mana. He is undoubtedly a 5th class expert.”
“That… that’s impossible! A seventeen-year-old as a 5th class expert…”
Glaiton was stunned, but his quick-thinking mind quickly grasped the meaning behind his father’s words.
And his mouth opened wide in surprise.
“You mean… that El knows that Rayan Rubius was captured and brainwashed by our family?”
Marquis Ainheart’s expression turned fierce, and he scolded Glaiton sternly.
“You! Keep your mouth shut!”
Marquis Ainheart was a thorough person. Despite setting up several additional precautions around the mansion that even a 7th class wizard would have difficulty bypassing, he remained cautious, aware that there could be listening ears anywhere.
After a moment of silence, Marquis Ainheart’s heavy voice filled the room.
“Our biggest concern now is… that Cilfir knows El is a descendant of the Rubyas Viscount.”
“Ah, he knows that…?”
Surprised and drenched in cold sweat, Glaiton realized that this information could be fatal for Marquis Ainheart.
“He may not know how Cilfir learned about it. This could be an opportunity for those who follow the Crown Prince to strike with deadly intent.”
A bitter smile appeared on Glaiton’s face.
“That’s why you are still lacking. Even if Cilfir is a 6th class master himself, he might still harbor deep resentment towards our family. He might use El as a successor to take revenge for past grievances.”
Glaiton couldn’t help but worry about El’s position, as he was intertwined with the issues of the Magic Stone and the Crown Prince. On top of that, the prodigious El had connections to Cilfir and even Rayan Rubius.
It was a situation where Marquis Ainheart couldn’t afford to give up on any of these valuable assets.
“Perhaps he doesn’t know how Cilfir found out about it. Now is the time to take care of those who have loose lips.”
Glaiton nodded, understanding the urgency in his father’s voice.
“Sorry, Father. I understand. I won’t let my guard down, even though I put up the Soundless Magic around us. I know there could still be listening ears.”
Marquis Ainheart was indeed a meticulous man. Even though they had placed several enhancements and defenses around the mansion, he emphasized the importance of being cautious about the potential of spies.
After a brief silence, Marquis Ainheart spoke again, contemplating each word.
“As for Cilfir… what are you planning to do?”
Marquis Ainheart didn’t answer immediately. He still had his eyes closed, deeply lost in thought.
Observing his father’s expression, Glaiton cautiously opened his mouth. Although he had always been careful, the recent events made him even more cautious.
“So, how
will you handle Cilfir?”
Marquis Ainheart did not reply. He remained silent, deep in thought.
Seeing this, Glaiton maintained a respectful silence. How they treated Cilfir would be a significant factor for Marquis Ainheart, given the situation involving the Magic Stone and the Crown Prince. Moreover, El, with his exceptional talent, was entangled in the matter.
In this predicament, understanding each other’s viewpoints seemed almost impossible. It was a situation where neither side could truly comprehend the other.
“Considering that Cilfir is a 6th class master himself, there could be a significant backlash if we delve into the truth behind the incident,” Marquis Ainheart said with a sigh.
“You, don’t mention this again. Keeping the fact that we secretly kidnapped talented individuals from other countries as a source of power within our family is a secret that must be preserved. Don’t even think about bringing it up again.”
Glaiton, filled with cold sweat, nodded and apologized, “I understand, Father. I’m sorry.”
“It’s enough. One mistake is sufficient. I trust you won’t make the same mistake again.”
Having spoken, Marquis Ainheart closed his eyes, deep in thought.