Nathan

Year 2850 | Month 12 | Day 27

After making my way to Baron Drawl’s territory, I go ahead and snoop it out in secret. Hiding myself so that I am not discovered. Mostly by traveling through the ocean and just sensing for an incredibly powerful source of mana.

But I don’t sense anything on par with the Class S magicians I’ve seen.

So I go ahead and surface before focusing on the battlefield. Where I see quite the number of fire magicians fighting against the baron’s forces.

And to be perfectly honest, I couldn’t care less about the baron’s forces. Because I know this baron in particular was one of the ones who instigated the barons who attacked me from behind the scenes. Not wanting to risk himself in the crossfire by attacking me himself while also not wanting to let the chance at immortality slide himself.

This particular baron is different from the others in that he only recruits powerful magicians and those with talent. Meanwhile he doesn’t bother with any regular people. Doesn’t even have non-magicians in his territory and straight up bans their entry.

Yet he expands his own territory by attacking other territories and slaughtering the non-magicians within them just to keep them out of his territory. Not even letting them leave the territory. Just killing them outright.

So I don’t care about either side of this battle. Other than watching the fire magic.

Since there’s a lot of fire magic.

I continue watching for a bit before reaching for my terminal and beginning to type down notes over what I see on it. Feeling rather happy about how waterproof terminals are in the process.

One of the spells I see is a massive explosion of flames without any smoke. Another is a compressed wave of flames that are almost like a laser instead of flames, albeit still not lasers. Then there’s a large firestorm kind of like a blizzard, but with flames instead.

Each and every fire spell that I see I take notes on. Both ones I’ve never seen anything like before, and spells that are similar to ones I have. Not to mention support spells, since I don’t have many of those.

I can’t help but smile as I write it all down. Taking full advantage of this chance.

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After all, it’s not often that I get to see the nation with the most advanced fire magic in the entire continent in action. Even if I can’t see the Class S magician.

Although I get the feeling the Class S magician isn’t all that dangerous to me in particular. Or not as dangerous. What with fire magic not being the greatest at restraining someone.

I continue writing notes for a couple hours as the forces of Natra fight rather evenly against the baron’s forces. All the way till I get a call from the baron himself on my terminal that I answer, placing headphones on my head to keep it quiet.

“Undying Magician, where are you? I was told you would be heading for my territory,” the man asks right away as I don’t bother to stop writing notes.

“Writing notes under a ship on your shores,” I answer rather bluntly and without a single care about him knowing.

Because why should I care?

“Then stop it and assist,” the baron shouts into the call. “Now.”

I glance at the terminal with a genuinely confused frown on my face before asking, “Why?”

“It’s written in the contract, you filthy-” he begins to shout, but I interrupt him.

“I’ve already fulfilled my part of the contract for the day,” I state while going back to writing down my notes. “There’s no reason for me to assist you.”

He starts to shout back at me again, but I just hang up the call and continue writing.

How annoying.

I may be fighting for the Kingdom of the Fallen, but there’s no reason for me to assist every one of the nobles. No reason at all.

After all, all I agreed to do was fight for the Kingdom. Not for any particular territory in it.

So I just keep writing down my notes. Meanwhile I get one call after another from the baron. Each that I completely ignore.

These nobles sure are a pain…

After the tenth call, I put my terminal on Do Not Disturb to make it stop giving me any notifications about them.

Then I continue taking notes until I can no longer find any new spells to watch.

I look through the dozens of pages of notes I wrote for a few minutes before nodding once and putting my terminal on sleep mode. And without hesitation, I duck back down underwater and begin leaving the area. Heading towards the next closest territory.

A territory belonging to a different noble who is a decent enough person. Just like Count Draxis.

Of course, that’s not until after I go ahead and board a couple of Natra’s warships and walk all the way over to their data storage areas. Where I find some of their basic combat spells recorded.

Because why just study their spells in action and not take a few myself?

I smile as I look over the notes and the spells I stole while heading over to the next territory. Already beginning to hypothesize over new possible spells of my own, along with spells altering the ones I got and saw.

The spells actually are so interesting that I lose myself completely in them, and by the time I look up from the notes and my new spells, I find myself already encroaching onto their territory. Encroaching onto the battle within the territory.

So close that I’m actually attacked by some of the enemy soldiers, which is why I looked up in the first place.

I frown at the enemy soldiers, only briefly glancing at the nobles with them. Then I look down at myself to find half of my torso having lost its clothing. Even if my body has already restored itself.

Right. I’m in a war.

Guess I’ll leave spell-crafting until later.