Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1880, page 1852: The Red-Haired Demigod
Lann's process of finding the other magical seal was not difficult. After all, following his Space Marine modification surgery, he already possessed extraordinary observational skills, and now his observation range had been greatly enhanced.

However, while searching for those sealing emblems, Lan En was pondering the meaning these emblems represented.

The emblem of the Reyalucaria Academy—does this mean the magic academy's power has infiltrated the Altan Plateau?
However, Lan En immediately realized that such an idea was unlikely.

After all, the Realucalia Academy has a great reputation, but it doesn't have any famous or powerful heroes inside.

Furthermore, throughout the long history of the border region, apart from the fierce civil war with the Kalia royal family, whenever any other war dared to reach their doorstep, they would immediately close the school to declare neutrality.

With this kind of approach, does Reyallucalia really have the audacity to infiltrate and build a Phantom Mage Tower in the Altan Plateau where the royal city of Rodel is located?
Those old magicians didn't have that kind of courage and boldness.

If I had to put it into words... Lan En felt that when the Full Moon Queen conquered and ruled the Reyarukaria Academy, Renara's strength and assertiveness made her seem capable of doing such a thing.

Another theory suggests that the magic of concealing one's tracks is very distinctive. In this borderland, it can almost be said to belong exclusively to a group of magicians—magicians from the magic town of Seria.

Seria often trained mages who operated covertly and specialized in hunting down their fellow mages; these were known as mage assassins.

Concealing one's physical form is a specialized research area for them.

The magical town of Seria, located on the Galid Plains, is the garrison of General Rataen, the so-called strongest demigod. It is also the place where this man learned gravity magic in his youth.

After all this, it turns out that this magic tower located on the Yatan Plateau might actually be something created by several demigods who are related to the emperor through marriage.

If that's the case, then it's certainly worthwhile for Dolores, the Faded Hero, to make a trip and investigate.

Whether it was expected or unexpected, Lan En merely frowned at this.

It was expected because he had already vaguely guessed in Lienia that the demigods, relatives of the imperial family within the Golden Dynasty, might have already decided to rebel.

Given the immense power and immortality of the noble demigods, it is entirely normal for such a risky plan to be laid out hundreds or even thousands of years in advance.

To put it bluntly, they should have secretly mixed in sand in every corner of the border area.

Unexpectedly, the order and enduring prosperity that the Golden Dynasty initially presented to Lann distorted his initial impression.

So much so that beneath the prosperous facade of that golden dynasty, a sudden spark of rebellion and the shadow of war arose, leaving people astonished and unable to accept it.

Regardless, Lan En had already found the other sealing emblems and crushed them.

After the final sound of the crystal shattering, the Witcher and the Perfumer had already been looking in the direction of the tower.

Sure enough, in a flash of light, a slender little tower appeared on the open ground.

It was as if the tower had been standing on the open ground covered with fluorescent blue flowers for a long time, and its heavy base did not exert any undue pressure or push on the surrounding ground.

This time, Lan En's eyes witnessed the entire process of the magic tower's appearance.

“An illusion involving spatial teleportation,” the Witcher murmured to himself. “That’s quite a stealth technique.”

After speaking, Lan En turned to look at Torisha, who seemed a little nervous and worried: "Are you sure you want to come along?"

"Dolores is now almost certain that he's trapped by something, most likely this mage tower. The fact that the other side built the mage tower so secretly means that if they go there, a battle is bound to break out."

Lan En could see the perfumer swallowing nervously behind the veil.

Even so, Torisia persisted.

"I... I think I have to go! After all, I'm the one who asked you to come!"

"If you or Dolores get sick, I can immediately start treating you with the perfume powder. We perfumers don't fight, but helping out isn't a big problem. Hmm!"

As she spoke, she nodded firmly, as if affirming herself.

Lan En has not yet seen the perfumer's first aid techniques, but judging from Torisha's appearance, they shouldn't be too bad.

The Witcher nodded. "Come with me, but don't get too close or too far. And if I tell you to leave, you can't hesitate, understand?"

After giving their instructions, the two headed back towards the slender tower.

It was already late at night, with the bright moon high in the sky.

And within that reappeared mage tower.

Inside the tower, the air felt heavy and tense, as if it had thickened.

The scattered fragments of pyroxene, lacking any real power, emitted a cold, bluish-green light for illumination, but this only made the atmosphere inside the tower more somber.

The luxurious carpet was crumpled underfoot, and precious books were carelessly piled in the corner, revealing the chaos inside the tower and the urgent, hurried pace that sometimes left no time for me.

Logically speaking, the fact that such a magician's tower was left in such a mess suggests that quite a few people had entered it. However, just like the tower itself, the space in the second-floor hall, cleared by books being pushed aside and carpets being lifted to one side, remained a mystery.

It seemed that even the cool light of the pyroxene couldn't reach that area; it was dark and hazy, with only the monotonous yet practiced sound of sharpening knives occasionally emanating from it.

Only two people were truly illuminated by the cold, bluish-green light.

"Ok?"

The sound came from a dark figure sitting by the window. Although the cold light illuminated her figure, that was all.

Her entire body was only visible in the darkness, revealing its contours, except for her exceptionally bright red hair, which was like flames.

Her voice was cold and hoarse. The sudden change in the scenery outside the window, and the shifting positions of the stars that she had been observing since childhood and was extremely familiar with, made her immediately realize that the tower had undergone a spatial transfer.

The moment she spoke, the already quiet, tense, and oppressive environment instantly dissipated, even the monotonous sound of sharpening knives.

The tense atmosphere gave rise to a chilling, murderous aura that began to permeate the entire space.

The woman sitting by the window turned her head and looked at another person standing next to the luminous stone.

The moonlight outside the window illuminated her fiery red hair and pierced through half of the darkness on her cheeks.

Although only half of her face was visible, the person's expression and beauty did not match her fiery red hair; instead, they exuded a sense of coldness, like a distant, icy moon.

"You brought forward the spatial transfer, Servis? I did not receive any suggestion from you regarding this matter."

As soon as these words were spoken, the oppressive killing intent emanating from the hazy darkness in the center of the hall, which permeated the entire space, seemed to have found its target and pressed down on the person next to the luminous stone.

In just a moment, the person seemed to shiver as if their whole body was cold.

He was wearing the robes of the Professor of Magical Brilliant Stone, and an exaggeratedly wide-brimmed hat with a large brim.

Because the essence of sapphire magic is closely connected with stars, the lining of this person's hat and the clothes under his robe were all made of a night-blue background, adorned with stars that created flowing lines.

He wore a silver mask on his face, but the area around his mouth was made of gold in an interwoven net pattern.

This mask reveals to some extent his general identity: a person who served Kalia as a Radiant Stone Mage during the marriage of [Red Hair] Rdagan and [Full Moon Queen] Renara.

Prior to this, this identity simply involved wearing a silver mask. The interwoven gold mesh pattern on the mouth was a change that Radagan made to the mask after taking control of Caria following his marriage, reminding them to be careful with their words and actions.

At this moment, the person still wearing this mask is undoubtedly the mage advisor of the Kalia royal family.

Selvis habitually clasped his hands together in front of his chest, like a friendly merchant.

But those who know him well know that he actually has a very high opinion of himself and a wicked sense of humor.

No matter how arrogant he was or how wicked his sense of humor, Servis suddenly broke out in a cold sweat under his heavy clothes as he looked at the hazy darkness in the middle of the hall.

“No, Miss Lani, I did not…”

Servis's voice was slightly shrill. Normally, he could at least soften it with his self-important scholarly demeanor, but now it was just annoying.

"Wait! Is the transfer really complete?!"

Before his subconscious attempts to shirk responsibility had even ended, he himself had already sensed the change in the location of the mage tower.

In this borderland mage system, which originated from stargazers, the mages have an extremely keen sense of the positions of the stars. Furthermore, it was Servis who had been in charge of the magic within this tower.

"But how is that possible?! Who would come to a remote place like the Bountiful Forest now? And how could they possibly see the sealing emblem we left behind?"

"Are you asking me, Servis?" The Moon Princess, who had been silent for a long time since the Golden Dynasty, spoke in a calm yet hoarse voice, but the emotion within it already conveyed a sense of danger. "Or are you saying that this isn't your job?"

"I absolutely did not mean that!"

Just moments before, Servis had been exclaiming in surprise, but the next instant he immediately offered a sincere apology.

"Don't forget the one below." The witch's cold face, her eyes still gleaming with the light of golden blessing, pointed downwards. "I have no interest in your perverse interests outside of work, Servis."

"But you can't be so stupid as to think that no one will come looking for a faded figure in a round table hall after they've disappeared, can you?"

As he spoke, the red-haired demigod, whose hair resembled flames, turned his head and looked out the window again.

"They're coming."

Outside the mage tower, Lann and Torisha were about to walk to the door.

(End of this chapter)