The Great Mage Returns After 4000 Years (Web Novel KR) Vol 1 Chapter 196

“That island is Lesha.”

It took about a day for them to arrive.

Ivan looked at the small island that was surrounded by a strange fog.

There was an indescribably mysterious feeling exuded by the island.

“There are many reefs in this area. If you don't have the Great Medium's permission, it is impossible to find the safe path…”

The moment Frank said those words, the fog suddenly began dispersing.

Seeing this, Anastasia muttered contemplatively.

“I guess this is sorcery. It certainly is unique.”

“I think this is the way we are meant to go.”

After following the path surrounded by fog, they reached a small dock.

Frank anchored the ship and turned to Ivan.

“We will wait here.”

“Since you came with us, why don't you see what the island is like? I feel like I'm going to be sick if I stay on this boat any longer.”

“Our role is just to guide you. The Great Medium will not allow us to go any further.”

By not allow it, did they mean she'd kick them out?

It was a strange statement, but Ivan nodded, not bothered to persuade them any further.

“The Great Medium stays at a shrine at the top of the mountain in the middle of the island.”

“Climbing a mountain. How annoying.”

Ivan scratched his head in annoyance before walking towards the mountain.

Anastasia and Dro followed him.

But they soon stopped.

This was because there were people standing in front of them.

There were two people. A man and a woman.

Ivan looked at the man and narrowed his eyes.

'That guy's pretty strong.'

He was so skilled that it was a waste for him to be staying on such a small island. There weren't many people as strong as him even in Silkid, the land of Warriors.

Ivan then turned to look at the woman.

The woman was dressed in blue robes and had long, ebony hair. Her face also seemed to be locked in a perpetually sleepy expression. Just looking at her made one feel tired.

“Welcome, guests, to Lesha.”

It was the woman who spoke.

Unlike her polite words, her voice was filled with fatigue and annoyance.

It was then Ivan realised that she was the Great Medium.

“Uh, I'm sorry. Can you wait a bit? There's someone who hasn't arrived yet.”

The Great Medium tilted her head before shaking it slightly.

“The person whom I foretold is already here. Is that necessary?”

“Huh? Who are you talking about?”

“The candidate for representative.”

The Great Medium muttered then turned to someone.

“It is you. The prophesied being who will have great influence in the end of the world.”

Even after receiving the Great Medium's expectant gaze, Dro didn't utter a word.

Isolla took a deep breath.

She closed her eyes for a moment as if to compose herself before opening them and continuing with difficulty.

[…while we were fighting the Demigods, I always thought that we were in the right. However… the more I learned the truth, the more questions arose. It is possible that the Dragons were not a benevolent race.]

Her voice was heavy.

Frey was curious, but he remained quiet.

He knew that his teacher didn't have much time. So he wanted her to choose her own last words.

He felt a renewed sense of helplessness.

The thought that he'd gained absolute power after acquiring the divine magic power was only an illusion.

'In the end, I'm just like a Demigod.'

When it came to destroying things, he had gained near omnipotent power, but it was still impossible to revive a single dying life.

Isolla spoke in a soft voice as though she noticed Frey's inner turmoil.

[…you said it was that child, Iris, who created Dro.]

“That's right.”

[I wonder what Iris is thinking. She was deeply frustrated when you disappeared. I thought she could overcome that darkness, but before I knew it, she fell to Lord.]

[I don't know what her intentions are. But one thing I do know is that Lord will do whatever he can to get his hands on Dro.]

“Yes.”

He knew that, which was part of the reason he kept Dro near.

Isolla was proud to see her disciple's resolute expression.

Even though an inevitable fight with Lord was rapidly approaching, he did not back down or waver in the slightest.

She didn't know when he'd become so reliable.

[You are much stronger than you were in the past. I'm proud to be the teacher who once guided you. But I… I'm worried that you will forget your humanity.]

[The important thing is to never forget yourself. You have already reached a stage where you can no longer be called mortal. So if you take even one step down the wrong path, you might become a second Lord.]

“I will keep it in mind.”

Frey bowed his head. (TL: I think I should add that Isolla is the only person in the entire novel that Frey spoke politely to.)

Isolla seemed to smile wistfully for a moment.

[…will I be able to return to nature even though I've become like this? Or am I being too greedy?]

“No. You can be naturalised. Please leave it to me.”

[Huhu. Thank you.]

This time, she laughed happily.

Frey looked at the smiling face of his teacher and couldn't help but smile.

[…I'm glad I got to see you again, Lukas, my disciple. And I'm truly happy to have been your teacher, even up to my last moments.]

She closed her eyes slowly.

[Thank you. Thanks to this, dying a second time doesn't seem so bad…]

Isolla's voice gradually faded.

Frey bowed once again.

“I wish you eternal rest… Master.”

“There's an intruder.”

Jenta paused.

“Again? These rat bastards… how did they manage to crawl in this time?”

“They have not yet set foot in the country. But it has been confirmed that they went to meet the Great Medium.”

“They will probably get permission from the Great Medium.”

That damn woman was giving him hell.

Jenta's expression crumpled.

He really wished he could kill her. The Great Medium had never been of any help to their cause.

However, she was not easy to handle, even for Jenta.

“Since the fog path was opened, it is believed that they will enter the country soon.”

It was only a feeling, but Jenta felt that these intruders would be much more troublesome than the previous ones.

'This is getting more complicated.'

Jenta recalled Ananta's words.

'Get out of Hitume Ikar. You won't be safe there.'

He hadn't believed it at that time because he didn't think there would be much trouble. So naturally, he had disobeyed.

Jenta was filled with regret, but it was already too late.

“Maybe they're all from the Circle. If they work together, things will become more troublesome.”

“What are you going to do?”

“We're going to destroy them before they can gather.”

Jenta's eyes became cold.

“We have to deal with those who arrived first. Are you ready?”

“Even if you give the orders right now.”

“Good.”

As for the first intruders, they already had an idea of who they were.

The Lucid Swords. One of the Three Great Circles.

The Circle Master, Jekid Deosis, Circle Rounder Hart Lowmind, seven Knights, one Wizard, and one Shaman from Hitume Ikar.

Jekid was a Knight who had surpassed the Master rank. But Jenta wasn't afraid of him.

Chchch.

His dagger began shaking, and sticky poison flowed from his hand to cover it.

Even a Knight who had defense and resistance like an iron fortress would die as soon as this poison touched him.

Jenta let out a cold laugh.

“I will show those proud Knights just how terrifying Assassins can be.”

The room Dro was assigned to had an excellent view of the outside. From it, he could see the dark sea that seemed to swallow the shore and the soft moonlight and the scenery of the island, all with a single glance.

It was truly a beautiful and magnificent sight.

It gave Dro a feeling of stability.

The sound of the crashing waves gave him peace. His eyes closed slowly.

Then, he heard a knock on the door.

“Who is it?”

“It's the Great Medium.”

Dro hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“Come in.”

The Great Medium walked into the room. Unlike before, she was dressed in a white outfit.

It might have been because of the soft moonlight, but she seemed a bit more pleasing to look at than when he saw her during the day.

Nevertheless, there was no change in Dro's expression.

“Do you like the room?”

“I have no feeling towards it.”

“Hmm. You are quite honest.”

The Great Medium nodded with her drowsy expression, staring at Dro.

“Can I have a seat?”

“It seems you have something to talk about.”

“It won't take long.”

“If you say so.”

The Great Medium sat down in front of Dro. Then she looked at him with eyes that seemed to be darker than the night sky.

“Do you believe in God?”

“No.”

It was an unexpected question, but Dro answered without hesitation.

The Great Medium continued like it didn't matter.

“Ah. I see. That's fine. I also didn't believe until I became the Great Medium.”

“You speak as though God exists.”

“He exists.”

It was a response filled with confidence.

A slight glint appeared in Dro's eyes.

“Then what is God doing now?”

“He's probably doing something so complex that I couldn't even begin to understand.”

“Is it so important that he can ignore the chaos on the continent?”

“Huhu. A bad habit that humans have is to only seek God after a disaster. Besides, it's not possible to measure God with human standards.”

“God is absolutely fair. Our painful cries will only sound like complaints to him.”

The Great Medium laughed.

“This will be hard to understand for someone who isn't even human in the first place.”

The two stared at each other's eyes for a moment, and it was Dro who opened his mouth first.

“You said that I will have a great influence on the end of the world. Did God tell you that?”

“Yes. I also have something else to tell you.”

Dro looked at the Great Medium intently.

The playful expression that had never left her face before disappeared, and she said in a serious voice.

“A person will stand tall and prevent the end of the world. The last fighter. The representative.”

Dro's expression, which had barely changed during the entire conversation, changed at the end. He could feel his heart flutter strangely.

The Great Medium's eyes shined.

“It seems you felt something because of what I said.”

“I have no intention of prying. I have already carried out my task. Come to think of it, you want to enter Hitume Ikar, right? I will send them a message. So you can leave as early as dawn tomorrow.”

Then, the Great Medium nodded and left the room.

Dro didn't move even after she left. He sat on the bed with a stiff expression.

“…representative.”

That word caused a ripple to go through his mind.

It felt like he'd forgotten something important. A memory that should not have been forgotten.

…He tried to remember it.

After a while, a few fragments seemed to emerge in his mind. But it was still not enough. He needed a decisive 'chunk'.

“Kuk.”

Dro's expression twisted painfully.

He was very confused by his identity. Memories slowly began to surface.

He couldn't help but wonder.

'Is this 'me'? Or the 'Dragon Lord'? Who am I in the first place?'

[Shhh.]

A small voice in his head got rid of the emotional ripples. It was the familiar voice of Iris.

Dro's expression once again shifted back to one of expressionlessness.

He scratched his head, confused.

'What was I just doing?'

Since he couldn't think of it, it should not have been too important. That was what he thought.

Dro turned to look outside once again.

-But he no longer felt the serenity he felt when he first saw the scene.

Chapter end