Nathan

Year 2850 | Month 12 | Day 27

It’s honestly a little sad how arrogant and self-centered most magicians are. Especially the stronger they get.

They’re all greedy, think only of themselves, and simply want to grow stronger.

Or at least, most of them. The ones in power.

The ones that actually make it to Class B for example, and were generally born into good families.

And the ones that stand out.

Not to mention how much they rely on magic.

Case in point right now as I watch the anger and disbelief flash through the enemy Class B magician’s eyes while my blade is impaling his heart.

Although I can cut him a little slack in the fact that he probably didn’t expect someone from the Kingdom of the Fallen to have an Arcadian Metal sword. What with how hard those are to get even in the Republic, much less the ‘backwater kingdom’, as many of these enemy soldiers seem to like calling the kingdom.

Not that they’re entirely wrong.

Anyways, I rip my blade out of the Class B lightning variant magician’s chest before he falls to the ground, dead. Then I casually wipe the blade on his armor and turn my attention to the stunned soldiers all around me who were helping the guy capture me.

Actually, now that I think about it, who was this guy?

A high ranking officer?

Regardless, it doesn’t really-

A horn blows from some of the ships, drawing my gaze as multiple guns begin firing at me. But they stop not long after the horn starts. And almost at the same time, I hear radios across the battlefield going off with orders for the soldiers to retreat. Without giving any sort of reason why.

I close my eyes and focus my senses on the ships, trying to discern a reason for this action from some of the officers there.

Only to open my eyes wide in shock and turn my gaze towards the dead guy at my feet.

Who apparently turns out to be a general.

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Huh.

That was unexpected, but helpful.

It’s always nice to make a crucial contribution to a battle in a war. Because it means people owe me.

Anyways, I decide to ignore the fleeing soldiers and turn back to walk across the barrier again. Also ignoring the guns firing at me amidst their retreat as I look down at my clothes with a frown. Clothes that are already in tatters despite me just replacing them less than a minute ago.

Damn.

One of these days I swear I’m going to figure out how to make clothes that I won’t have to go through like my second in command, Claire, goes through printer paper at the Undying Caverns. Or at least some form of automatically-replacing clothes or armor. Maybe an auto-repair set.

Something that won’t leave me naked in the middle of a battlefield.

I don’t really care what.

With my thoughts solely on my clothes issue, I ignore any spells or bullets sent my way and pass straight through the barrier. Then I continue walking across the beach towards the cliff while ignoring the looks sent my way by the soldiers on said cliffs.

Although some of the looks do make me realize that I’m covered in blood and probably look like some sort of demon.

But I don’t care anymore.

I just jump halfway up the cliff before grabbing onto it and then flinging myself up again to the top. Finding even more soldiers startled at my presence.

No one shoots me though, which is a plus.

I walk past them towards the fortress until I meet Count Fels near the gates clearly waiting for me. And the man immediately states, “I hear you killed their general?”

Hmm. He gets news fast.

I nod my head, seemingly not surprising him in the least.

That said, he does look very impressed. And maybe a little afraid as well. Intimidated.

Then again, I did just kill a Class B magician. So that makes sense.

Even if it was largely just because he didn’t know a thing about me. Not my weapons, my immortality, my magic, or anything.

The next battle will be different after they spread word about me to the other forces attacking the Kingdom of the Fallen.

“Good job,” Count Fels states with a stern look on his face. “I knew it was a good idea to support you.” I blink in surprise before he reaches his hand out as the corner of his lips quirk upwards ever so slightly. “For ending the assault within a single battle and slaying their general, you have my thanks, and my assistance should you and the Undying Caverns need it.”

I accept his hand and shake it, replying, “Understood.” Then I glance back at the soldiers who are still on their ships. “Do you think they’ll return for another round?”

The count and I unclasp hands, and he turns to look at the ships as well as he answers, “It’s unlikely to happen soon, but they’ll likely return within the next month. After another general has arrived to take the place of the one you killed.”

That’s brutal.

“It’s simply how the Collective Kingdoms work,” the count continues as if reading my thoughts. “They’re a pragmatic lot.”

I raise a brow at that while glancing at him and asking, “Like you?”

He turns to look at me and pauses for a second, only for his lips to quirk upwards a bit and a chuckle to leave him as he says, “Yeah, like me.”

This guy is actually interesting to talk to.

Guess there are magicians who aren’t just out to experiment on me after all.

We both focus on the ships and the barrier for several seconds before he turns around and walks away without a word to me, instead focusing on giving orders to his forces. So I cross my arms and continue looking out at the ships some more.

Maybe I should check the ships out.

Discretely.

I doubt my friends are there, but it wouldn’t hurt to check.