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INFINITE MAGE
âHah, I never thought a day like today would come. Maybe now, I can live a different life?â
The wounds hadn't fully healed, but at least she had broken through her shell. What remained was to carve out a new life while vividly recalling the pain of the past.
âWhat will you do now? I heard someoneâs after you.â
Freeman asked.
âWe're leaving. We started as mercenaries, and we must live as mercenaries. Our subordinates want that too. Of course, in this country, we've unfairly been labeled as a bandit group.â
Sadness clouded Marshaâs eyes. Mercenaries fought for a living, and she had accepted that she could die at any time. Burying her comrades' deaths deep within, she could still smile.
She had never fought for a greater cause or for some shallow sense of justice, but she had always been proud and never avoided a challenge.
Marsha at least wanted to grant them the title of brave warriors. She felt that their reputation as bandits shouldn't stain their graves.
Understanding Marshaâs feelings, Tess tried to console her.
âHonestly, there's a fine line between bandits and mercenaries. And in some ways, the same can be said for knights and mercenaries. Theyâre all buried fighting for their beliefs. Politically outcast groups might be branded as evil, but the tides can always turn.â
Rian shared a similar sentiment. Shirone or Amy, who delved into academics, might not relate, but it was a common burden for those aspiring to be knights.
âThere was a time our family was threatened too for trying to remain neutral. And Tess, your father must be having a hard time too.â
âTrue. Heâs a hero here, but in the colonies, heâs seen as an invader. Itâs politics.â
Marsha smiled, realizing that Rian and Tess were sharing their experiences just to cheer her up.
Despite her lingering distrust in the world, she had come to believe in the existence of genuine people.
âSuch kind children. Shironeâs friends are just like him.â
Marsha leaned her chin on the dining table like a lazy cat, and in a rare moment of peace, she pointed a thumb at Shirone.
âWhat about you all? Planning on some sightseeing?â
âAh, we're going to the Kergos Ruins.â
âKergos? What are you going to do there, you young couple?â
âWell, actuallyâ¦â
Shirone explained why they were on the island. Listening with interest, Marsha nodded in surprise.
âWow, I didn't know that secret was there. I wasnât on the island, so I had no idea. Freeman, did you know?â
âTo some extent. I heard stories from the locals.â
âSo, you want to enter the Kergos self-governing district?â
âYes. But the Room of Achievement and Sacrifice is so difficult that we're unsure if we can pass.â
âSo if you can't, thatâs it?â
âProbably. I do have a backup plan, but it's not certain.â
Freeman chimed in.
âIf it's that, we can help.â
âHuh? The Room of Achievement and Sacrifice?â
âNo, even if you canât pass through that room, you can still enter the district. Falcoa seemed to have made deals with that side and Lupe. If you show Freeman Organizationâs pass, theyâll let you in. After all, Falcoa was skilled at that kind of thing.â
Shironeâs group was stunned. It was the first time they heard that one could enter the district without taking the test.
Amy tilted her head and asked, âDoesn't that lead to a different path? If two routes exist from the start, thereâs no need to have the trial.â
âI donât know about that. Whatâs clear is that both paths lead to the same place. This was confirmed by those who passed through the trial.â
Upon hearing this, Shirone was also puzzled. She had expected that passing the trial would lead to a different zone.
âOne place requires passing the trial, but the other doesnât. Why would they do that?â
Tess added, âWe donât know. Maybe it's tradition. Old cultures often keep those customs. Or maybe itâs to avoid suspicion.â
âWhatâs the point?â
âTo give the impression that the self-governing district isnât that special. Hearing about the Room of Achievement and Sacrifice has already lowered our expectations.â
âAnyway, itâs best to confirm directly. If necessary, we can get you a pass. It can be done right now.â
Freeman concluded.
âYes, please.â
Shirone decided to accept it. They hadnât decided which route to take yet, but having multiple ways to access the self-governing district was better.
Freeman called in his subordinate to prepare the pass and then spoke to Shironeâs group.
âEntering won't be a problem, but you'll need someone who knows the native language. We donât have anyone who does.â
âHuh? Then how did Falcoa handle it?â
âAfter arriving on the island, he built his own network. Strictly speaking, the existing mercenary group didn't fit him. Although his private network disbanded after he died, he used to hang out with the smugglers. One of them must have acted as an interpreter.â
âHmm, so we need to find an interpreter.â
Yuna slowly raised her hand.
âUm, I donât know if I should say thisâ¦â
âIt's fine, say anything.â
âMy brother knows some Kergos.â
Amyâs interest was piqued.
âReally? How did he learn it?â
âHe took on various jobs to look after me when we were young. Before becoming a harbor recruiter, he did some tour guide work. I think he learned it then.â
Freeman added, âThatâs great. Let's ask him. Weâd like to help you more, but now that Marshaâs back, staying on the island is risky. The Magic Association is still after us.â
Shirone nodded understandingly. She didnât want to burden Marsha, who was already being pursued at a national level.
With their conversation settled, Shironeâs group left before nightfall.
Marsha placed teleportation bracelets on them.
The instructions were simple. The bracelet had its own Spirit Zone, so they only needed to visualize the coordinates like casting magic.
Shirone examined the bracelet Marsha had given him
People used these without a second thought, but the idea of linking magic tools to magic circles was truly unprecedented.
Connecting two separate Spirit Zones was an impossible feat.
This could have been how Marshaâs teleportation looked from the outside.
A person inside the spot would only see the hole in space, but from the outside, both the entrance and exit would be visible.
âThe Labyrinth of Space-Time. Maybe the world is already within a huge secret.â
Initially, she thought his case was unique, but she realized he was Alpheasâs disciple.
Further investigation revealed a connection to the Kergos Ruins.
Moreover, spatial magic was now incorporated into magical tools and spread worldwide.
Shirone suddenly felt fear. Maybe he was seeking something that he shouldnât, just as the headmaster had warned.
While he was lost in thought, Marsha approached and gave her final advice.
âThereâs a carriage waiting at the base of the mountain. I might see you again before you leave, but be careful. And once you're back, find a healing mage to treat your wounds.â
âGot it. Thank you for your concern.â
âHoho! Donât mention it. Not between us.â
Marsha covered her mouth and lightly slapped Shironeâs arm. Although she no longer needed to hide herself, she wasnât much different from when they first met. Perhaps she had used falsehood as a shield, revealing herself through deception.
âWeâre off. If I donât see you on the island, contact the magic school.â
âDonât worry. Clay Marsha can find you anytime, anywhere.â
Marsha spoke vigorously with her sleeves rolled up, clearly someone who knew how to lift peopleâs spirits.
Freeman stood by her side, ever the loyal support. Though their dynamic seemed unequal, it felt well-matched.
When Shirone entered the forest, Marsha, who had stayed for a long time, asked, âThe Kergos Ruins. Will they be alright?â
âProbably not,â Freeman replied calmly.
Marsha frowned at Freeman but he maintained his usual composure.
âThey'll make it. Theyâre strong.â
With a bittersweet smile, Marsha looked up at the sky. The sound of spatial movement tore through the forest air.
***
By the time Shironeâs group returned to the villa in the carriage, evening had already fallen.
Zis, who had been pacing the living room despite his injuries, turned around as soon as the door opened.
âAahâ¦â
Tears filled Zisâs eyes. His only sister, Yuna, had returned unharmed.
âBrother!â
âYuna!â
Zis cried as he hugged Yuna, and the siblings clung to each other, sobbing.
The ordeal had been challenging for them. Even Shirone, known for her mental fortitude, had nearly given up multiple times.
Knowing they had been attacked by such vicious people made Zis and Yunaâs helplessness all the more palpable.
âAre you okay? Are you hurt?â
âYes. Iâm fine. My brother and sisters saved me. But what about you? What happened that youâre all bandaged up?â
âIâm fine. As long as youâre back, nothing hurts.â
In truth, Zis could barely walk, but he didnât want to show his pain to Yuna. Her fears were far greater than his suffering.
Zis looked at Shironeâs group with gratitude and bowed deeply.
âThank you! Thank you so much! I wonât forget this kindness.â
Tess patted Zisâs shoulder reassuringly. Having heard Freemanâs story, he knew this was something to discuss later.
âHoho! Forget it. Just remember what I said when we set out. If youâre really grateful, show it with your actions from now on.â
âHuh? What do you mean?â
Zis blinked, confused by Tessâs words, while Shironeâs group and even Yuna smiled at him.
***
After putting the exhausted Yuna to bed, Zis returned to the table. Sipping on herbal tea, he resumed the paused conversation.
âSo, you want to enter the self-governing district through the Kergos Ruins, and thatâs why you need an interpreter?â
âYes. Yuna says you can help, but we want to know how proficient you are.â
âFor casual conversation, I can guide you. But entering the self-governing district isâ¦â
Zis stroked his chin with a concerned expression.
âWhatâs wrong? Is there something that bothers you?â
âNo, it's fine. Iâll guide you. I donât know why youâre going, but itâs a special place. Not because itâs secretive but because the Galian government strictly controls access. Are you sure about this?â
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