Ian went next to the artisans’ lair and met the tailor Bertholdo to ask how to erase traces of magic and his presence. Ian explained why they had to have a written conversation, and only excluded Fran’s name just in case.

While Ledio had been unable to give him an answer, Ian received a much more positive response here.

Tailor Bertholdo went into the dressing room, which was basically a treasure box filled with his masterpieces. Supplying the robes, capes, and gloves in that room to the magicians of the ivory tower would increase the empire’s national defense powers by a wide margin.

Bertholdo took a cape out of the various artifacts with a swishing sound and shook it like a piece of laundry at a creek. While it was a priceless treasure, Bertholdo treated it like a dusty rag.

While blue had ben Bertholdo’s favorite color, this cape was black like it had been dyed in squid ink. It did not even brighten under a light, which made it look like a sliver of the night sky.

The artifact had a story, and Ian draped it on his back. It was long enough to cover him from head to ankle, but Ian could not feel its weight.

‘This is amazing…!’

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Ian was astonished after taking a few steps since he could not hear any sound coming from him. It was the same when he ran or drummed his feet. The artifact was perfect.

Ian had gotten results, and he came out after thanking Bertholdo. He could keep silent, use Bertholdo’s cape for erasing his presence, and drink the potion to control his biometric movements. The last issue was eradicating the traces of magic after use.

‘I should find the other artisans.’

That was the only way, and who would be able to erase the magic traces or at least come near the mark?

It was that moment the sound of gloomy trumpets rang Ian’s ears, and darkness gathered around him. It was a ‘boundary’ of darkness as black as the cape Ian had received from Bertholdo.

‘Fran?’ Ian had thought of him for a moment but shook his head because he could sense that it was not his father.

‘This is…’

The owner of the darkness was revealed when Ian’s wariness reached his maximum point. The dragon was enormous and had black skin and scales. While Ian had seen this dragon for the first time, he could easily guess its identity.

‘Atar Haka, the black dragon.’

The black dragon ‘Atar Haka’ had been sent by Reseese Radenju as Ian’s observer. The dragon named ‘Black Flames’ revealed its presence.

[You do not have to worry. Fran Page will not be able to sense us here, and you, Ian Page, can speak freely.]

Only

Atar Haka’s voice was different from Reseese Redenju, and it was much deeper and darker like a voice that rose from a deep cave.

“Well, you haven’t been able to see through the magic I had left in your area for you to be that confident.”

[f you’re talking about that dust with eyes, I had known from the beginning. I just had not made a report to our leader.]

The dust watch had been a surveillance item Ian left behind. The black dragon had known about it, and why had he kept silent? Ian asked with rising suspicion.

“Do you mean to say you deceived your leader?”

[You can say it happened that way.]

“What’s the reason?”

The situation could be considered a betrayal, and a simple answer followed Ian’s curt question