Translator: La0o9
A thin layer of dark mist drifted around Field’s body; the power of fear naturally granted him an oppressive presence.
Kalanci was feeling a bit panicked. After all, his greatest backing, Marche, was currently curled up on the ground twitching, his face flushed red like a constipated person who couldn’t even open their mouth.
Field also didn’t think that borrowing the gap of that spirit would make things so easy, which made him feel like he had benefited from doing nothing.
Most likely, I won’t be able to use the mage’s treasury anyways.
Field knew that there were quite a few people in the Academic City who knew his name, but only about 5% of them actually feared it.
Those people trusted the House of Mages and its various derivative organizations, so in their eyes, he looked like nothing but a clown. They believed that while it seemed like he could rampage as he pleased, as soon as one of the upper-brass people noticed him, he would be just another street thug to be cleaned up, so there was no need to fear such a person.
However, his killing of a member of the House of Mages would make everything completely different. His level of danger would rapidly skyrocket; those who knew of him would begin to feel troubled, or worried, which was only a small step away from fear.
The knowledge that he obtained somewhere had also given Field an ambition. He knew that if he could become the subject of fear in this city, or perhaps this entire world, he could also become a God.
But if he couldn’t, then he would be no more than a clown no matter what he did.
Killing these two would let him destroy the last of Roger’s resistance as well as gain more fear, so there was literally no reason for him not to do it.
Kalanci cut open his finger with his sharp nails, which caused his blood to spurt and shoot towards Field like red spikes.
Marche’s line of disciples could be considered experts at blood magic, which was the manipulation of mana within one’s blood to produce various magical effects.
“You’re still too green” the dark mist around Field’s body swirled as he caught the blood spikes with his bare hand, the dark mist instantly crushing the blood spikes into dust as they came into contact with one another.
His big hand directly reached forward and grasped Kalanci’s neck. A solid mass of red could be seen beneath Kanlaci’s skin, this was the Bloodskin spell, mana-infused blood that had converged to form a suit of sturdiest armor.
The sound of shattering glass could then be heard from Kalanci’s neck. Field lifted the young mage off the ground, focusing the dark mist towards his hand while smirking: “Can you sense the smell of death? He is calling you, the star of your death is flickering”
“Don’t even think you can scare me” Kalanci could feel his protective skin layer breaking a bit more. Bloodskin had a very limited duration, and once that duration was up, even if Bloodskin hadn’t been broken through, he would die from the spell itself. In the end, humans were still humans, even if they could utilize mana to do many things, there were plenty of other things that they couldn’t do.
This spell was essentially coagulating blood inside his body, which disturbed the normal operation of the human body. If the user didn’t dispel it while they still could, they would only be destroying their own lives.
“But that’s not what your heart is saying. It is telling me that you are afraid of death, that you are afraid of me”
More and more dark mist was gathering around Field’s other hand as well. As he threw a single punch, Kalanci’s skin was cracking up all over like a spider web.
Marche’s complexion was growing increasingly redder. All of his efforts were focused on ensuring that the rituals operated normally. Under normal circumstances, loss of control would only mean a little bit of recoil, but if he lost control of them right now, the results would be a mana whirlpool that crushed every single person here to death.
The choice had been laid cleanly in front of Marche: either he let his son die in front of his eyes, then also be killed by that bastard; or he could give up on maintaining the ritual and create a mana whirlpool that ensured mutual death.
By all accounts of pure rationality, the second choice was the correct one to make, but when messy things called human emotions were introduced into the mix, the right choice became exceptionally unclear.
“It seems I’ve arrived at quite the inopportune moment” a voice suddenly called out. Field scowled and turned around, only to see a man who was in his 20s. He had various scars all over the parts of his skin that were exposed, his expression completely frigid, as if he wasn’t panicked about the current situation at all.
“Cade, hurry up and help me” Kalanci recognized this person, it was his senior disciple, the leader of the Mud Water organization, as well as the disciple Marche had given up on.
“Master has taught me that all Sediments are inferior, this inferiority has permeated into their blood itself” Cade didn’t act right away. Instead, he opened a hidden path through a bookshelf on the wall as he spoke.
“Respectable Mister Field, I believe you won’t mind me taking a few things?” Cade first told Field this, then proceeded to enter the secret room: “Master, such an inferior Sediment like myself would naturally have to rid me of all relations to a noble Upper like yourself”
“Go ahead” Field wasn’t stupid. He could easily deal with one Kalanci, but if this Cade person were to participate as well, then there would be a lot of issues.
Most likely, I won’t be able to use the mage’s treasury anyways.
And so, Field had no intentions of needlessly making another enemy. Even if he wanted to rouse fear in Cade’s heart, that would have to wait until later.
“Cade, it’s because of this pettiness that you couldn’t win against me!”
Kalanci’s mind quickly turned and proceeded to try and provoke Cade.
If the reason why Cade was complacent was that he was inferior to me and lost the right of inheritance, perhaps I can provoke Cade into changing if I poke him where it hurts.
“No no no, for Master, someone of my personality was exactly what he needed. The only reason why I lost to you was that our bloodlines were different” Cade carefully put away each of his Master’s treasures, as he continued: “I’ve been following Master since I was young. I’ve seen Master during his youth, and I understand Master extremely well. At least, I understand him much better than his so-called best friend as well as your ‘father’”
“Master, you fabricated the existence of something that doesn’t exist. This had affected both you and your son’s fates” Cade wasn’t too greedy, he swiftly took off after getting what he needed, leaving the gradually waning Marche and Kalanci whose blood armor was slowly crumbling away.
Following the sound of explosion and Field’s insane laughter, Cade left the range of Marche’s ritual and walked past Brali’s corpse, his gaze becoming unprecedentedly clear with a bright smile on his face.
“Field, Brali, Brewer, Kalanci, tch tch tch. Unless my guess was wrong, that personage is truly horrifying” after stating this, Cade’s smile slowly faded away. If that personage was truly so horrifying, it wasn’t a good thing for him.
A sense of danger had descended upon Cade’s body. He had realized that this was his time to make a decision, just like many years ago among the heaps of Sediment children when he realized the danger and pulled Marche’s hand. It was thanks to becoming Marche’s disciple that he escaped from the same fate of being sacrificed like the remaining Sediments children.
And now, a new threat seemed to have shown itself.
And so, Cade changed his path and headed straight to the Mobis Institute, where a horse carriage was resting right outside as if waiting for someone.
Pausing for a bit, Cade walked up and knocked on the wooden frame of the horse carriage, then slowly spoke: “Sir ‘Negary’, I am…”
Before Cade even finished his words, the curtains of the horse carriage were lifted up to reveal ‘Negary’s’ face, as well as an expression like he had obtained some unexpected gains.
“I’m heading to a banquet, but I just happen to be missing a coachman. Would you be interested in working for me, Cade?”
Cade felt a chill through his entire body. He hadn’t even come into direct contact with ‘Negary’, but ‘Negary’ had already stated his name. This at least meant that Cade had already been within his observations, which further explained many other things.
There couldn’t be that many coincidences in this world and the choice he must make was already clear.
Cade lowered himself and bowed to ‘Negary’: “It would be my pleasure to serve you”
The horse carriage slowly began to move forward, the golden sphere that had been lying on Cade’s neck for an unknown period of time also returned to ‘Negary’. Both it and ‘Negary’ knew to appreciate progressive and smart people.
