Omono gazed at the red report, gradually calming his excitement with a few deep breaths before speaking to Yoo. "If the source of this information is confirmed to be true, then the sorcerer Rang that the President has been searching for does indeed exist on this continent."
Yoo, equally excited, responded, "Yes, we've only read about Rang in books before—never any real evidence. If this is true, then many of the incredible spells attributed to Rang in those texts must also be real."
Omono's eyes gleamed as he added, "Indeed. According to the records, Rang was even capable of resurrecting recently deceased humans... Imagine the magnitude of such magic." He paused briefly and continued, "Get in touch with President Angla immediately. This intelligence needs to reach him as soon as possible. Also, prepare the magic airship. I will personally travel to Kenny Village."
"Understood." Yoo rose and briskly left the room.
"Wait." Omono reconsidered and added, "Report this to the Council of Elders right away. Let them decide our next steps. I will first verify the accuracy and authenticity of this information."
"Yes, sir!" Yoo bowed before leaving.
While Omono’s Intelligence Division was on high alert, Bishop Ken remained relatively calm. After all, apart from the higher-ups of the Mage Guild—especially those at the elder level—few knew about Rang or the potential threat he posed. Most common people were completely unaware of Rang’s existence, let alone the magnitude of his powers and accomplishments.
Curiously, despite Barok being a seasoned bard with a degree of magical ability that rivaled a novice mage, the Bard’s Guild had not provided any detailed records of Rang or Steel, the dragon. This made Barok’s initial sighting of Rang and Steel suspect, as he had clearly lied. However, that was no longer important. What mattered now was that the Mage Guild had taken this information seriously, and Elder Omono had already departed for Kenny Village to investigate.
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In the Cave.
I found it strange. My first thought was that I must have miscast the “Recall Spell.” Given the length of the incantation, the fact that I could even recite it perfectly with my memory loss was strange enough.
Steel was equally puzzled. Through our contract, he had also "seen" the recall vision, but when it abruptly ended, he shared in my shock. He returned from the cave entrance and asked, “Did you get the spell wrong? Or maybe…”
Although I suspected an error, I couldn’t shake the fact that we had seen the beginning of the scene. If the spell itself were flawed, the recall wouldn’t have started at all.
I shook my head. “No. If the spell were wrong, the Recall Spell wouldn’t have activated at all. Recall magic is complex because it involves ‘time.’ Even a slight mistake in the incantation would cause failure. This interruption feels more like it was cut off by ‘someone.’”
Steel furrowed his brow, deep in thought. “But you’re the most powerful sorcerer. Who could possibly interrupt your magic? Besides, there’s no one else around here.”
I’ve always believed in finding alternative paths when one route is blocked, but I needed to give it one more try. “I’ll give it another shot. If it doesn’t work, we’ll have to figure something else out,” I said to Steel.
Steel scratched his head, grinning. “Haha, so even you get stumped sometimes, old man!” He teased, sticking out his tongue before running toward the cave entrance, shouting, “I’ll keep watch!”
I tried casting the spell again. As before, just when the scene became clear, the spell failed, as if I were flying and my flight magic suddenly cut out mid-air.
Refusing to give up, I cast it a third time, but this time I shifted my mental focus, searching for any faint clues that might reveal what was going wrong. To my surprise, I found a small trace—someone was coming. A man, whose footsteps I recognized, though I couldn’t remember from where. My cursed amnesia! If only I could remember!
Enough of that. I needed to figure out a new approach.
“Steel, the Recall Spell isn’t working. Got any ideas?” I called Steel back into the cave.
Despite his 400 years of age, Steel was not particularly experienced in worldly matters. He hesitated before replying, “I’m not sure what to do.”
“Did your parents tell you what to do after you woke up?” I asked.
“Well, actually, my parents did mention that when a dragon wakes from its pre-adulthood slumber, the quest to find its parents is part of the dragon’s rite of passage. There’s no set time for it—I just wanted to find them quickly so I could hold a coming-of-age ceremony and receive the ‘Elder Dragon’s’ blessing…” Steel didn’t seem disheartened, but I could sense a bit of anxiety beneath his calm exterior.
“Where were you living with your parents before your slumber?”
“We lived in a cave on the edge of the Oran continent, near Ashen Town.”
“Fifteen years ago… It’s possible that someone knows where your parents went. We should head to Ashen Town,” I said, resolute in my decision.
“Alright. It’ll take about three days if we fly.”
“Let’s get going.”
(To be continued)