Revolution of the 8th Class Mage

As frosty icicles, the imperial order has been issued.  The noose around the tower lord’s neck was being pulled tightly.  With the removal of the floor of the platform, he wasn’t able to reach the surface to even stand on his tiptoes as he had been.

“Auk, Auuk!  Auuuk!”

The tower lord began to gasp for air as the noose tightened around his neck.  Even though he was made an imbecile, the natural instinct for survival did not go away.  He couldn’t conjure up magic, but his shaking appeared to be gruesomely desperate.

“Auk…. Auuuk….. Auuuuugh…..!

His eyes were turned red.

Fluids poured out of his nostrils and mouth.

Then his struggles began to slow.

The ember of life was slowly dissipating.

“Auuuuugh….”

It was when he shook his legs for the final time.

Bizarre circumstances began to materialize.

All the spectators’ attention was directed to one spot.

And everyone appeared astonished.

“Ah…..?”

“What, what is that…..?”

“Around the mouth….blood, is it blood?  Blood?”

“Doesn’t appear to be so…..”

In black color, the dark energy spilled out of the tower lord’s mouth.  It was the same situation as when the black magic was sucked out of Marco and many other victims by the ‘great cancellation’ spell.

‘Is it black magic?’

Ian looked onto the tower lord with surprise.  Why is it that a perpetrator, rather than a victim, of black magic would release the dark energy?  

‘There were two explanations.’

However, the astonishment lasted only for a brief moment.

Ian observed the situation with cool reasoning.

‘Perhaps, the tower lord was also a victim of black magic.’

It was possible that the tower lord was also a victim of black magic.  That scenario had already been considered.  He had used the ‘great cancellation’ spell on the tower lord a few days ago, but there were not any responses.  

‘Perhaps, he had put a black magic spell on himself.’

That would be the most likely scenario of all.  If it was something that gets invoked just before death, that would make the most sense.  It was the last resort that might have been prepared for a long time.  It was quite obvious that something big was about to take place.

“Sir, Sir Ian!”

In response to such unanticipated occurrence, the sorcerers around there looked at Ian.  It was because, in the absence of the tower lord at the moment, the final decision maker of the Ivory Tower was Ian, the 6th class mage.

“Prepare a joint barrier!”

At Ian’s command, there gathered 6 high ranking sorcerers, who were near the execution platform.  Then they followed up by covering the struggling tower lord with strong mana barrier.  As the exterior of the barrier was hard, so would be the inside.   Should there be an effort to attack, it will surely prevent it.

‘Self-destruct for example.’

There were many things that could happen such as causing self destruction, invoking epidemic disease spell, witchcraft, and even brainwashing.  Ian had to move as well.  Standing up from his place, Ian assisted in maintaining and strengthening the joint barrier.

“Auuuk! Auk!”