Golden Mage - Chapter 30
Volume 1, Chapter 30
“Prince’s proposal and Magic Stone, El’s talent. Two things that cannot be given up. If you were in my place, what would you think?”
“It’s a test.”
A thought flashed through Gleton’s mind instantly.
Viscount Ainhart is testing him right now.
Giving him a chance to make up for the points he lost due to his recent mistake.
Surely, Ainhart had thoughts in mind before he opened his mouth. However, asking for Gleton’s opinion is a way to test himself.
Gleton rolled his mind desperately.
After a while, Gleton carefully examined each idea and spoke up.
“First, I will send a reply to the prince. I will gladly accept your request and send Cilfir as a spy. Then, I will quietly subdue El, Cilfir’s son. After that, I will demand the secret of the Magic Stone, using El’s life as a guarantee. Given Cilfir’s nature, she will undoubtedly reveal the secret on her own.”
“Wow… Is that all?”
A hint of admiration mixed with Ainhart’s tone. However, there was also a sense of something lacking.
Sensing that, Gleton quickly continued. He deliberately omitted mentioning anything cruel to the family because he thought it might be too harsh for a blood relative like Ainhart.
“Of course not! After acquiring the secret of the Magic Stone, I will force Cilfir to send El to the prince. Even if it means sealing her magical abilities. Then, I will brainwash El and make him a loyal magician of the family. To the prince, I will kill a child similar to El and present his body in a convincing manner.”
Gleton’s words continued at length. Their content was extremely wicked and selfish.
To think of kidnapping a nephew, not just any nephew but a beloved nephew, and blackmailing him for the sake of the Magic Stone? Was it worth sacrificing a family member’s life just to obtain the Magic Stone?
In his pursuit of the family’s glory, he was no different from Viscount Ainhart, who would stop at nothing.
Although he seemed a bit hesitant… the fact that Ainhart even considered brainwashing El and subduing Cilfir to send her to the prince meant that he was no different from Viscount Ainhart, willing to do anything for the family’s sake.
And indeed, if Viscount Ainhart gave the order, that’s how he would act.
“You thought just as I did. Excellent.”
A satisfied smile appeared on Ainhart’s lips.
Gleton, who was relieved, smiled back.
What a ruthless family! Their perverse thoughts were surprisingly praised.
If this story were to leak outside, no one would be able to contain their rage. That was the kind of tale that was being exchanged with content smiles.
Ainhart said to Gleton,
“I’ll give you a chance this time. Organize the plans you just mentioned and report back to me.”
Perhaps satisfied with Gleton’s response?
Ainhart gave Gleton an opportunity.
To kidnap El and extract the secret of the Magic Stone from Cilfir, then send her to the prince! And brainwash El to make him a magician loyal to the family!
This was an opportunity to increase the family’s wealth, strengthen their position in the political world, and enhance the family’s power.
In other words, Ainhart was entrusting Gleton with a plan that could determine his own leap in power.
This was not just a declaration of recognizing Gleton as his successor but also a statement that he was willing to give part of his power to Gleton.
Of course, Ainhart held the ultimate authority.
However, if Gleton handled this matter well, his position would rise even higher in Ainhart’s eyes.
Gleton’s expression brightened. He realized this was his chance.
He bowed his head and shouted energetically,
“I understand! I will do my best!”
“I’ll be watching.”
Ainhart replied briefly and closed his eyes again.
Gleton looked at Ainhart, who seemed at ease, then became lost in thought. He began to outline how he would plan this.
The office, which had been filled with their conversation, fell into a quiet silence.
As the two continued their discussion, El’s heart fluctuated dozens of times.
On the rooftop above the office, El bit his lip.
“No, Mom would never do such a thing. She would have hidden stories about the family, not resorted to such schemes. But… how dare they try to betray her like that.”
A mixture of rebellion and anger surged inside El as he constantly opposed the story he heard.
If there hadn’t been any more to hear, he would have immediately gone down and told them that this was not true. Cilfir would never do such a thing. It was just their misconception.
However, as he concentrated and eavesdropped on the conversation, he was shocked by the surprising story that came to a halt.
“Marquis Rubius? Could it be…”
El’s expression became tense at the mention of that name.
It seemed highly likely that the mention referred to his father. And as the conversation continued, his expression turned to astonishment.
“Impossible! Marquis Rubius was a family without any background in magic. But… to think he was a noble with a lost memory… and to be brainwashed by Viscount Ainhart.”
Now everything fell into place.
Cilfir, who had fled to the other side of the continent, had been captured because of none other than her husband.
Although the pursuers sent by the prince played a part, it was possible because of the premise of brainwashing.
Why did Cilfir, who had run away to the opposite side of the continent, get caught? The truth was revealed here.
“And to kidnap talented individuals from all over the continent and brainwash them…?”
Once this fact was revealed, Viscount Ainhart would face tremendous condemnation from the continent. No, it was an enormous matter that could even threaten the existence of the family.
El focused all his attention on the office. Because it seemed that even more crucial stories were coming up.
No, he couldn’t back down. His anger was too great.
He could escape with his 7th class status, but he couldn’t confront the situation head-on, not against Ainhart, who had two 7th class magicians in his family.
He had to retreat.
Plan for the future.
Wait for the right moment.
But El couldn’t do that. His anger was too great.
His mental cultivation of the 7th class was of no use. He just wanted to erase Ainhart from existence.
Kwakwakwakwa-!
Mana in the vicinity of the room surged like a tornado. At the same time, the surrounding mana rapidly moved and formed an array around El.
“Um! What, what is this?”
“This, this is…”
Ainhart and Gleton were taken aback by the sudden surge of mana.
They reacted with astonishment.
How could they not?
A 7th class magician’s magic was being cast right here, in the heart of the family. And the culprit who seemed to be the one behind it was none other than Cilfir’s son, El.
As El slowly descended from above, he came to a stop about 10 meters from the ground. Then,