What's wrong with me, a mage, loving to farm?

Chapter 410. Are you happy to receive a mother as a gift?

Over the course of more than a decade, with the help of the Kroya territory, Estner had long since become the official president of the Norland Kingdom's Mage Association, and had also married the daughter of the Norland King.

With the added attention from Iotes, whether intentional or not, he naturally obtained a council seat in Star Town. Within the Zemurian continent alone, he was already a true success.

At this moment, Estner was holding a bird-headed staff.

With a single, powerful strike at the strange, monstrous creatures emerging from the dark ley lines in the distance, they were instantly sealed by a terrifying force, turning into a card that flew back into Estner's hand.

"...This feels so familiar."

Kroya muttered to himself, then asked curiously, "I've never seen this kind of sealing method before?"

If Estner were to wear a magical outfit that could transform in countless ways, he would practically be a magical girl. I just wonder if that bird-headed staff could conjure wings and carry him flying.

Aiotes replied, "This is the magic I taught him in a dream, from the Titan who created me. I never expected him to be able to learn it."

"Didn't ancient magicians like to seal all sorts of monsters in cards, so they could summon them to fight or have fun at any time?"

"I want to learn too." Kroya could vaguely sense that this was actually a very special kind of spatial magic, but it was quite special that a level 10 mage could control it so skillfully.

"Alright." Aiotes casually took out a stone tablet and handed it to Chloe: "This is the stone tablet that records the magic seal of this card. Consider it a gift from me to you so that I can be freed."

"One thing at a time. I'll give you a gift later." Kroya took the stone tablet and glanced at it. The intricate magical models and runes on it quickly flashed through his mind.

In just a few seconds, he completely understood everything about the magic.

It's a bit difficult, but not too difficult either.

For a mage like Kroya, who is well-versed in spatial magic and even controls the laws of space, and who has been personally taught by the Ring of Radiance, it was a piece of cake.

He looked left and right.

Then he turned his attention to the cage he was carrying.

The crystal dragon immediately sensed something was wrong, but even if it resisted, it was useless. The surrounding spatial forces enveloped it with an irresistible force, and about half a second later, its consciousness froze.

A card with sun patterns and magic runes imprinted on both sides, depicting a crystal dragon, appeared in Kroya's hand. The crystal dragon on the card was lifelike, its scales reflecting colorful rays of light, majestic and mysterious.

"..." Iotos was shocked.

That's a legendary crystal dragon!

Crystal Dragon is considered to be the dragon species with the strongest resistance to magic, yet it was made into a card so easily?

"It's actually quite fun."

Kroya leaned closer to the card: "Lady Crystal Dragon, you should fulfill your sacred mission instead of hiding on Dragon Island and issuing orders—fortunately, I can now correct your mistakes."

Listen, you will not be able to leave this card until the ley lines are fully restored, and you will have to heed the reasonable requests of the life forms that wish to contribute to the earth.

I hope you can return to your throne on Dragon Island soon.

After saying that, he threw the card in his hand away.

The card pierced through the spatial portal formed by the rings and vanished without a trace in an instant.

After watching Kroya's actions, Aiotes thought for a moment and then reminded him, "That's a dragon from Dragon Island after all. You should leave here as soon as possible. I will suppress their complaints."

"It doesn't matter."

"Let them complain if they want."

"She should be punished for provoking me."

He already knew from his previous research on the Astral Council that there were no dragon representatives there, and since this guy was the one who provoked him first, there was no way the Astral Council would punish him.

They might not even say anything that saves face.

Ultimately, weakness is the original sin.

"All right."

Aiotes nodded, then looked at the young mage who carried a fragment of his soul, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Just like in many myths and legends where gods bestow "grace" upon women, Estner was born through some strange Titan technology and a very gentle woman.

But that was the only chance he had to leave Startown in the first half of his life. Afterward, he left behind a pile of treasures and asked Celeste to take care of them before returning to Startown.

The gentle woman who planted sunflowers and lilies of the valley with him suddenly became strong after seeing that he never returned, only bringing back a badge that symbolized his death.

The beautiful garden is still there, but the mistress's meticulous care is gone. The diary that used to record how she should dress, what clothes she should wear, and when she should take care of the garden is now forever frozen on that page.

She raised Estner all by herself.

He weathered a storm that could not be completely quelled, and finally departed with a smile as Estner truly came of age and entered the Mage Guild to study.

This seemed like an imperceptible ripple in his long life spanning thousands of years, merely an "experiment" he took a fancy to, but he has remembered it to this day.

No one can say.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt a strong urge to confide in someone.

She recounted her experience to Chloe, who was standing nearby, her tone tinged with self-deprecation: "Am I really that useless?"

"Yes."

Kroya retorted without hesitation, "You're a coward. You're the guardian left behind by the Titans, the controller of the starry sky, so why don't you dare to rightfully take care of your own son?"

"I..." Iotus wanted to refute, such as his special identity or something that was inconvenient to disclose, but in the end he remained silent.

—Because he is indeed cowardly and incompetent.

If one could truly act with abandon, why would one have so many concerns?

A powerful figure like Kroya dared to seal the Crystal Dragon Mother directly as a card, and wasn't afraid of anything.

It was at this moment that Kroa casually drew a line across the canvas, then picked up a paintbrush, looked at the canvas, pondered for a moment, and asked Iotez, "Didn't you ask the goddess of the underworld where your wife's soul went afterward?"

Iotes' artificial heart pounded: "No, my identity prevents me from asking about these things."

"Oh." Kroya nodded, took out a wool amulet, and called out to it, "Ms. Kreha, are you there? Excuse me, is there someone named..."

He glanced at the Titan golem beside him.

"Belli," Iotez said quickly.

"Where did the soul of that lady named Belle go? She used to live in the Kingdom of Norland. Could you please help me find out and give me some information?"

The goddess of the underworld on the other side of the amulet: "..."

He didn't know why, but upon hearing Kroa's casual and familiar tone, he didn't object at all, and immediately summoned his divine artifact, the Book of Hades, to begin flipping through it.

She quickly told Chloe about "Belli".

"It seems that she had some unresolved issues after her death, and was unable to enter the River Styx to welcome a new life. She waited here in the sea of ​​flowers in the underworld, having lost her original memories."

Do you need me to give you her soul?

"Okay, thank you for your help."

After thanking him politely, Kroya looked at Iotes and said, "Tell me quickly what your wife looks like."

Iotes quickly began to describe it.

And so, Chloe took her paintbrush and began to sketch on the canvas, quickly creating a portrait of a woman whose appearance was only average, but whose temperament was extremely gentle.

"It's her!" The Titan puppet's eyes were filled with longing.

Although his memory chip allows him to relive that memory almost anytime, anywhere, it is ultimately just a memory, and countless recollections have already made the memory somewhat faded and worn.

"This is a very interesting story."

Chloe pulled out a blank book at some point, used her paintbrush like a regular pen, and wrote on it:

"There was once a Titan puppet who was to watch over the stars."

"Later, he went to the human world, fell in love with a gentle human woman, married her, had children, and spent a wonderful time together."

"But sadly, shortly after the birth of their child, the Titan Puppet had to leave because of his duties. He could only watch over his wife and child from the horizon, beneath the stars, where the world could see him."

"The starry sky and the earth are their distance, and countless days and nights are the time that separates them."

"After losing her husband, the wife gave up all her hobbies and worked hard to raise her child. She went through many helpless and panicked moments, but she persevered in taking care of her child."

"She transformed from a wife into a qualified mother."

"The child grew up to become a promising young monk, but the mother passed away due to overwork."

"—The story should have ended here."

"But the cowardly Titan puppet encountered a powerful, mysterious, and helpful handsome mage who was very generous and said to the Titan puppet..."

"I will paint your wife for you. She will carry with her all the memories of her departure. She will be forever young, and her life will be as long as her husband's, until she no longer wants to stay in this world."

Accompanied by Kroya's clear voice.

The drawing board suddenly emitted terrifying magical fluctuations, and the power belonging to the illusory god instantly achieved an effect similar to a great prophecy.

It was as if a thin silver veil was being pulled open to both sides, revealing the person inside like a curtain.

"!!!"

Iotes opened his eyes wide.

……

What exactly happened?

Estner suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Something important to him seemed to have happened. He looked around in confusion but couldn't find anything unusual.

Frustrated, he sped up.

"Hurry up and get started!"

"Drive all this filth back deep into the earth!"

He scolded her, and his mood soured.

The mage fighting alongside him didn't know what was wrong with his leader, but he still obediently sped up. Perhaps because of the magic he was channeling, the monsters became incredibly easy to defeat.

It was quickly and completely pushed back into the deepest part of the Yavana Holy Mine.

"Hmm?" Estner seemed to sense something. This abnormal situation must be due to the intervention of some powerful figure. He glanced at the ivy bracelet on his wrist with a puzzled look.

The emerald green leaves were shimmering with bright light.

At the same time, Chloe's voice came: "My friend, I've returned from the Astral Plane to see you! And I've prepared a very, very good gift for you! Don't be nervous, take a deep breath, and take a step forward."

"..."

"A gift? You're back, so why are you giving me a gift?"

"Oh, really!"

"It makes me feel like a little kid."

Estner's heart pounded more and more. He tried to hide his unease with words and took a small step forward.

The soft silver halo faded to both sides.

He stepped into a beautiful garden, where all kinds of sunflowers and orchids were in full bloom, stretching as far as the eye could see.

"This is..." His expression changed, and his eyes widened as he saw a man and a woman sitting in an elegant chair not far away, enjoying tea and pastries while chatting and laughing.

That was a scene that only existed in his memory and imagination.

His deceased mother and his father who left shortly after his birth.

"It's Ace!" The woman, his mother Belle, turned around and waved to him. "You're back? Come here quickly, I've prepared your favorite pastries..."

Before Belle could finish speaking, Estner, who was already two heads taller than her, used his strongest magic, but before he could get close to his mother, he forcibly suppressed the magic into a gentle breeze.

He looked at his mother.

The latter simply smiled at him, stood up, and looked up at her son: "What a pity you went to take the Mage Association's assessment that day. Oh, I think Celeste will take good care of you."

I was thinking of giving you an encouraging hug when I got back, but thankfully it's not too late.

You've grown up.

This time, Estner could no longer hold back and gently hugged his mother, burying his head on her shoulder after feeling her warm body temperature and familiar scent.

He didn't speak, but tears were already streaming down his face.

After a brief hesitation, Iotos was suddenly pushed forward and hugged his wife and son.

Watching all this from afar, Chloe also wrote the final stroke, and with satisfaction, she wrote her name on the cover of the newly written little story.

"I'm giving you a mother."

I hope you'll like this gift.

"I'm really strong, aren't I, Void God?"

The monk wrote down the name, intending to preserve the fairy tale book.

But suddenly he sensed something.

He lowered his head slightly and saw the paintbrush in his hand, which belonged to the power of the illusory god, disappear silently, replaced by a gray quill pen.

Astral Imprinting Technique activated immediately—

【The Narrative Feathers of the Doorbird】

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