Nathan

Year 2851 | Month 1 | Day 15

Okay, almost there… or not.

I frown as the flight spell ends up exploding again as I try to fly amidst a bunch of enemy soldiers. Accidentally blowing them up in the process of my seven hundred and fifteenth test’s failure.

Well, damn. This isn’t working out as I had hoped.

What am I missing? Every time I tweak the code it lengthens how long I can last before the air around me explodes instead of just plain expanding, but it always ends up exploding anyways. Within a minute at that.

I frown as I land face first on the ground, only to climb to my feet and wipe off the dust while casually pulling on my next outfit from the storage device.

It’s a good thing I had Claire pack me a couple thousand changes of clothes. Although if anyone were to see what I have in my storage device they may end up wondering if I have some sort of clothes obsession.

Not my fault that they barely ever last an hour at the most each. And even less than that when experimenting.

Because there’s no way I’m going to go streaking around a battlefield.

I may have gotten numbed to the whole ‘ending up naked in a battle’ thing since I don’t have much of a choice with the enemies destroying my clothes while also destroying me, but I still have modesty.

I have enough of it that I made a spell to cover my waist with miasma when naked so that no one can see anything important.

That’s beyond the point though.

Just what’s wrong with this-

My mind blanks out right after hearing an explosion. Then I find myself reforming again from nothing before I grumble about having just put on my next outfit.

I put on another one before glancing over at the damned Class A magician who blasted both me and the hundred or so soldiers around me – their own included – to nothing. Leaving a rather large and barren chunk of land behind.

It only takes a moment for my frown to turn into irritation though at the sight of several other Class A magicians appearing around the first.

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Okay then… there are seven Class A magicians here.

Why are there seven Class A magicians here?

Probably to capture me.

But since when did these guys work together? I can see their shoulder insignias and tell they’re all higher ups from every nation facing us.

So why are they working together?

I glance between them before eventually turning to look at the fire magician from Natra that blasted me in the first place. Albeit a different magician than Cassandra.

Which makes sense considering Natra’s Class S magician is a fire affinity magician. So they specialize in fire magic knowledge.

On that note, I think I just found my next target for study. Assuming I can get out of this without them capturing me.

Also, should I even be surprised that this guy blasted their own soldiers and doesn’t even seem to care? All he seems to be is excited that I’m still alive. Which is creepy in and of itself.

“Undying Magician, please lay down your arms and surrender,” one of the Class A magicians shouts, clearly using magic to enhance his voice’s volume. Meanwhile all of the soldiers near us run the hell away.

I frown at him, only for a thought to come to mind. A possible plan that I can do with all of these people gathered here.

Then I try hard to keep a smile from stretching across my face as I create a small dome of miasma around me to cut off the sight and sound from the outside. Following which I open up my terminal and send a mass message out to the neighboring nobles. Informing them about the seven Class A magicians trying to capture me.

And just as I expected, I get an almost instant reply telling me that reinforcements are on the way.

Fortunately for us, those reinforcements seem to include the three Class As of the Kingdom of the Fallen – two of the Class Bs close to Class A advanced to Class A during this war.

It only takes seconds for the small dome around me to shatter before I hear the Class A magician over there repeating himself once more while saying something about it being my last warning.

But I don’t really care so long as it stalls.

For the first time since meeting these annoying nobles, I’m happy to have them here. Because there is one thing I am absolutely certain about with them.

Well, two things.

One, they want an opportunity to ambush the Class A magicians of the opposing nations rather badly to weaken their greatest advantage over us. And attacking them while they’re exhausted using their magic in an attempt to capture me is a good idea.

But more importantly, those damned nobles would never be satisfied letting someone else capture me other than themselves. It’s like it’s built into their fucking DNA.

And while there are a couple good nobles amongst them that just plain want to help me, I’m pretty sure that’s what’s motivating the rest of them.

I’m sure a lot of these nobles are still confident they’ll somehow be able to capture me after this war is over.

But if they believe I’m captured by the enemies, they may lose that confidence.

Overall, it’s a rather convenient shield.

The corner of my lips quirk upwards as the Class A magicians all ready themselves to attack. With some of them raising guns and the others their own Arcadian Swords.

I glance at the terminal to see the time they determined for the ambush based on how long it’ll take for them all to get here. Which is in about an hour. Then I turn to focus on the Class A magicians again.

Right.

I just have to stall these magicians for an hour.

That shouldn’t be too difficult.

Hopefully.