Nathan

Year 2851 | Month 1 | Day 9

“Answer me this, and answer me truthfully Undead Magician, why are you aiding the Kingdom?” the Class A fire magician asks once more with a frown on her face as the fighting all across the battlefield slows to a crawl. “And would you be willing to switch to our side?”

I frown at that. At both questions to be honest.

This is honestly rather annoying.

The one time an enemy actually wants to talk instead of going straight to attacking me – ignoring the fact that she technically did attack me before trying to talk – they’re asking for the impossible. Because there is no way I’m just going to abandon everything I’ve worked for here to become some sort of slave to their nation.

Because that’s what would happen if I went to Natra.

Natra is a nation that is extremely nationalistic. Even if they somehow gave me a high position there, which I doubt as their leadership would more likely try to turn me into an experiment than give me authority, I would be treated like a second class citizen at best.

Some sort of slave at worst.

Even if this woman doesn’t seem to have any plans for that sort of treatment, her leaders would. Especially the Class S magician of Natra. Since I’ve heard he is pretty much a slave driver when it comes to the refugees and foreigners in his nation.

And even for the non-nationalistic nations, every nation will have at the very minimum several high ranking magicians who do want to experiment on me for every one that doesn’t.

So the only way for me to truly be free is to lead a nation of my own.

With that in mind, I make eye contact with the Class A magician before answering, “For the sake of my own freedom, I have to lead my own force.”

She stares at me for several seconds and I stare back.

During our little staring contest I finally begin to take note of her appearance.

The woman seems to be just a little bit older than I am, so probably her mid-twenties. Seeing as I’m twenty-one years old now. She has long black hair and surprisingly reddish-pink eyes. Almost like an albino if it weren’t for her dark colored hair and slightly tanned skin. Which is normal for Natra from what I understand.

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Natra is a desert nation after all. And it’s right across the dead pass waters between the mainland and the Kingdom of the Fallen at that.

Eventually she just sighs as she waves her hand and says, “Understandable.” Then she looks directly into my eyes and asks, “Can I at least have your name?”

I blink at that before shrugging and answering, “Nathan. And most of the people in the kingdom seem to have taken to calling me the Undying Magician. Not the Undead Magician.”

Not too fond of the name ‘Undead Magician’ even if it’s not entirely false. It’s not true either after all.

The faintest hint of a smile appears on her face before I ask out of curiosity, “And you are?”

I remember her face but not her name from the intel. Mostly because I never expected to run into any Class A magicians from Natra back then.

After all, I had my own problems to deal with. And foreign Class A magicians weren’t the priority at the time.

She looks surprised even as she answers, “Cassandra Belle. Class A magician and special operatives officer of the Natran Military.”

My eyes widen a little as I realize her name isn’t Natran.

Meaning there’s a good chance she only has half Natran blood. Which would make receiving a position as highly as hers really difficult in their military. What with their obsession with Natran blood.

Impressive.

I kind of don’t want to fight anymore. At least not this army.

There are plenty of other armies to fight.

Well, except for the fact that I still want to see her fire magic.

I purse my lips at the thought before shrugging to myself and bluntly asking, “Would you mind showing me some fire spells?”

That question alone seems to flabbergast her. And it doesn’t take the woman long to answer, “No. And if you aren’t planning on working with us, then please leave to another battlefield or I will be forced to capture you.” A slightly conflicted look appears on her face. “And I don’t really want to do that.”

Huh.

This woman really is full of surprises.

For some reason she reminds me a little bit of Amelia.

After thinking for a few seconds, an idea comes to mind, and I answer, “Alright. I’m done with my quota for the day anyways.”

My response seems to surprise her just as much as her response surprised me. And after a brief pause to see if I’m serious, she lowers her guard a bit and says, “Okay.”

I give her a single nod before going ahead and leaving the battlefield. Going rather far away before finally stopping and turning around. Then I pull out my sniper rifle and aim to look at the battlefield.

Time to see her spells from back here.

No point in sniping her though. Not only because I don’t really want to kill her seeing as she’s the only humane Class A magician I’ve ever really met, but also because there’s no reason to.

Well, that and I doubt I’d be able to kill her even with a surprise snipe.

Class A magicians don’t reach Class A by being careless around potential snipers after all.

And just like what I was hoping, Cassandra soon turns her attention to the noble from the Kingdom of the Fallen who had come out to see what was going on. At which point she begins to fight him while showing off quite a few lovely fire spells that I am absolutely not planning on stealing.

Definitely not.

I make sure to write notes about them though.

Also, I kind of hope she kills that noble. Mostly because he no doubt saw me going away after chatting with the Class A and will probably cause me trouble with the other nobles.

Either way, it’s time to learn more about fire spells.