Translator: Barnnn The relentless attack caught the trio off guard, leaving them struggling to find footing.
Translator: Barnnn In the Far East Wasteland… A single beam of light pierced through the swirling dust storms. Anyone who had ever used the arcane arts would recognize it as the glow of a Teleportation Spell Circle — the invention of Asley, the self-proclaimed Philosopher. A man appeared, stepping out of the light — his body rugged, covered in countless scars that spoke of battles fought and survived.
Translator: Lizz Proofreader: Xemul “So, who the hell am I?”
Translator: Barnnn That night, Gaston and Billy quietly slipped out of the boys’ dormitory. They headed to the Adventurers’ Guild, where they signed up and waited for Irene’s arrival. Only a few minutes remained until their rendezvous.
Translator: Barnnn “Ah-hem! I am Irene, soon to be one of the Six Archmages!”
Translator: Lizz Proofreader: Xemul Loren did not know how long he had been unconscious for, but it had been night by the time he woke up.
Translator: Barnnn The western gate of Beilanea, as specified in the letter. The time: five minutes to midnight… Footsteps echoed, swift and deliberate. The guard at the gate tensed at the sound but quickly averted his gaze and straightened his posture. A palpable aura of anger surrounded the approaching figure, enough to be mistaken for bloodlust.
Translator: Barnnn Shortly after Billy assumed the role of leader of the Duodecad, a major incident occurred within the Duodecad Conference. Upon hearing the news, Irene, in her office at the Magic University, raised her voice in frustration.
