Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Ginya stared blankly at the young wizard who had just rescued her from the brink of death. Her gaze fell on his fair, smooth, and handsome face, and a misty look of confusion and doubt appeared in her eyes.

That face was like the most perfect marble sculpture.

"I am Dago, have you forgotten?"

The sound was deep and magnetic, with the metallic twang of metal, piercing through the deafening roar of the battlefield.

It reached deep into the still-unsettled consciousness of Ginya.

Dago looked at Ginya with gentle eyes, knowing that she might have long forgotten her name, but the impression he had left on her should still be there.

"Dago Heca".

He offered his name, trying to evoke Ginia's memory of him. Perhaps it was Dago's self-proclaimed name, or perhaps it was Dago's voice or appearance, but Ginia finally began to recall him.

The floodgates of memory were forcibly pried open.

The once frail and cautious figure overlapped with the powerful figure exuding terrifying pressure before him.

"It's you?!"

Ginya quickly covered her mouth, but couldn't help but gasp in surprise, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

"You...you..."

Incoherent.

Dago ignored her lapse in composure.

His attention instantly shifted to a more valuable objective.

Dago manipulated the living silver ice to transform into a giant crescent moon, casually knocking away the metal blade discs that followed in a whirlwind attack.

The silvery-white fluid traced eerie arcs in the air.

The extreme cold instantly froze the water molecules in the air.

It formed a layer of ice crystal shield that was invisible to the naked eye.

These metal blades, spinning at high speed, unleash terrifying cutting power comparable to that of a typical third-tier spell, and their speed is so fast that it's difficult to track their attack trajectory.

The air was torn apart.

It emitted a sharp, piercing cry, like the wailing of a wronged soul.

It is a combination of pure kinetic energy and sharp rules.

Any flesh and blood body is as fragile as paper in their presence.

However, Dago possessed keen senses and mental strength several times greater than that of a typical late-stage second-ring wizard. With the aid of the [Eye of Truth], he was not difficult to deal with.

Wind resistance, angular velocity of the blade, and metal fatigue.

Nothing can be hidden from view.

Even the nodes where energy is transmitted inside the blade disc are precisely locked.

"Found it."

Dago silently recited in his heart.

Dago manipulated the metal formed from the transformed living silver ice into tentacles, which quickly wrapped around several metal blades that had been knocked away and were momentarily stunned, and then pulled them into his hand.

The metal blade disc he acquired was heavier than Dago had anticipated. The material resembled some kind of special brass that had undergone a metallurgical treatment, making it extremely hard and sharp. The material was even better than the metal medium Dago was currently using, suggesting it had reached the third tier.

"High-density alloy..."

"It contains thorium and memory metal."

"A perfect alchemical creation."

A glint of greed flashed in Dago's eyes.

Because he knew the medium would soon need to be changed, Dago had been consciously collecting suitable metals.

So far, these metal blades are what he is most satisfied with.

After only a few exchanges, the medium he had made of a jumble of mixed metals had already suffered considerable damage, demonstrating the sharpness and sturdiness of the metal blade.

This was an unexpected delight.

Dargo felt more pleased than rescuing some "princess".

In this cruel wizarding world, only the power you hold in your hands will never betray you.

Dago used his spatial freezing power to "capture" all the blade discs in a few breaths and put them into his spatial ring.

The movements were fluid and graceful.

It's like processing specimens on your own lab bench at home.

There was not the slightest bit of hesitation or ambiguity.

Turning around, he saw that Ginya was still staring at him with wide eyes, not yet fully recovered from the shock of discovering Dago's identity.

After several years apart, Ginya was surprised by his appearance and the changes that had taken place in him, and he was just as surprised by Ginya.

The gears of fate are always full of absurdity.

Dargo still clearly remembers that when he first went to the dungeon, she was one of the few wizards who showed him kindness.

That glimmer of goodwill seemed out of place amidst the cold calculations of self-interest.

But it was precisely that sliver of kindness.

It became her bargaining chip for survival at this moment.

In Dago's mind, Ginya was just a first-ring official wizard. Although she had good aptitude, her status was not considered noble.

It's just a consumable for experiments that require a little talent.

But what about now?

Ginya was protected by three powerful third-ring wizards and was called "Princess".

Third Ring Wizard

In any medium-sized wizarding organization, it would be a dominant force.

But at this moment, he is willing to act as a bodyguard.

The power structure and resource allocation behind this are intriguing.

Could it be that she is a long-lost descendant of some royal family in the wizarding world? This plot is just too melodramatic.

Or is it a carrier of some special bloodline?

"key"?

"Offerings"?

Countless conspiracy theories instantly took shape in Dago's mind.

As Dago was thinking, the silver-haired witch Emily and Simon, who had finally escaped the clutches of the Puppet Peaks, were rushing toward them.

Their spiritual energy surged violently.

It is clear that some kind of secret technique of overdrawing potential was used.

But there was a figure that was even faster than them.

That was a ray of light.

A beam of light carrying a strong sense of exclusivity and aggression.

A flash of white light appeared, and a tall, handsome young wizard named Fink appeared before Dargo.

At the tip of his staff, a terrifying ball of energy condensed.

It did not disperse.

Instead, it subtly targeted Dago's vitals.

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

The young wizard Fink was the first to ask Ginya with concern. After receiving a slight nod from Ginya, he turned to look at Dago.

That instant.

Dago keenly sensed the murderous intent in the other person's eyes.

That's a stress response in males when their territory is invaded.

It is also a way for vested interests to exclude potential competitors.

His expression was not good; his gloomy face carried an undisguised wariness and hostility, which was not the attitude one would show towards someone who had offered help.

The two silver-haired witches arrived shortly after and, as usual, checked on Ginya's condition.

After discovering that Ginya was only slightly frightened and otherwise unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief and showed a hint of self-reproach on his face.

Both men turned their gazes to Dago, the stranger who had suddenly appeared, but their gazes were much gentler than those of the first young wizard, Fink.

After all, Dago had just saved their target, Ginya.

"Who are you?"

The silver-haired witch Emily stepped forward and inquired about Dargo's identity, her eyes darting back and forth between Dargo's robes and the silver metal surrounding him.

She is evaluating.

Assess Dago's risk level.

To assess the heritage behind this "living silver ice".

It seems they were trying to deduce Dago's origins from this.

Just as Dago was considering whether to reveal the name of the Thorn Ring, Ginya suddenly broke free from the protection of the three and rushed in front of Dago unexpectedly.

This is a completely unguarded stance.

In the social etiquette of wizards, this is extremely dangerous.

But it was also extremely sincere.

"You are that one, that one."

She looked at Dago's face, which showed indescribable excitement and joy, with a faint blush even rising on his cheeks.

That's the excitement brought on by dopamine secretion after the adrenaline subsides.

It is also a reliance on a lifeline after being rescued from a desperate situation.

Clearly, she now fully remembered who Dargo was.

The puzzle of memories is finally complete.

It was a sunny autumn afternoon when I helped that ignorant boy who was running a dungeon alone.

Although she ultimately benefited from his help, this marked the beginning of their first encounter.

The thread of cause and effect was planted at that moment.

Now, it is merely the ripening of the fruit.

"it's me."

Dago smiled and nodded to Ginya.

It demonstrated friendliness while maintaining the composure of a strong person.

More importantly, this smile can lower the guard of the other team.

The last time was in the damp, secluded forest, and the two barely spoke until Ginya was dragged away by her companions.

At that time, Dago was still struggling to survive.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

Ginya was incredibly excited, perhaps even she herself didn't know why she was so happy to see Dago again.

Perhaps it's because of this cold-blooded wizarding world filled with betrayal and scheming.

You might even run into a familiar face that doesn't seem malicious.

That in itself is a miracle.

She paced quickly in front of Dago like a child, her expression almost leaping with joy.