I Was Just Having Fun With The Time Limit - Chapter 30

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Biatone thoroughly combed through the Erbe Mountains.
During his search, he sensed an artificial mana flow in a location famous as the habitat of Ogres, high-tier magical beasts.
‘A magical barrier?’
Ogres were magical beasts with exceptional physical prowess. There was no way such creatures could wield magic.
This was the trace of a human.
‘Is there some madman who’s made his nest on the Germa Plateau?’
Though he thought it impossible for a human to settle in a place infested with Ogres, Biatone followed the traces of mana and ventured deeper.
Along the way, he encountered numerous magical traps.
Fireballs and poisoned needles flying at him were merely trivial matters.
“Damn it!”
Biatone swung his sword.
Blade-sharp sword energy occupying fourteen directions nearly severed his neck.
“What kind of lunatic is this!”
Eventually, he discovered a cabin.
Treacherous magical traps were densely laid around the cabin, requiring careful navigation.
“Seems like a Sword Mage.”
An old man stood before the cabin.
He leaned on a staff, his frame diminutive and his beard extraordinarily long.
“Old man, do you know who I am?”
This was his first meeting with Tesleron.
Tesleron fundamentally despised having his territory invaded.
He raised his long eyebrows slightly and glanced at Biatone.
“I hate humans.”
While Tesleron appeared to converse with Biatone, he was actually chanting a spell internally.
A green magical circle materialized above Biatone’s head, and from it descended a boulder even larger than the cabin.
Boom!
Dust erupted with the sound.
He chuckled and turned his body.
“Why did you enter someone’s home without permission? That’s why you’re done for.”
As he moved to enter the cabin, he paused.
‘Huh?’
Whoosh—
A sound tickled his ears.
He reflexively turned around.
The massive boulder was split cleanly in two.
“If I’d been even slightly less graceful, old man, you’d be dead.”
Biatone’s pale green eyes deepened slightly.
It was the aura of killing intent.
Killing intent was an exceptionally murky energy.
“What are you talking about?”
And Tesleron prepared another magical incantation.
The second-in-command of the Sword Art Empire could no longer tolerate this spectacle.
Unfolding his footwork technique to close the distance in an instant, he pressed his blade against Tesleron’s throat.
“Let’s talk. Stop attacking me out of nowhere.”
“I have nothing to say to a swordsman!”
He fundamentally despised humans, but he despised swordsmen even more.
“I’m not a swordsman—I’m a magic swordsman.”
“That’s even worse.”
“Why?”
“If you’re going to learn magic, learn magic. If you’re going to learn swordsmanship, learn swordsmanship. But you’re like some half-hearted bat straddling both!”
Viscount Biatonn exhaled a long sigh.
Should I just kill him?
He considered it, but the image of Isabel calling him a wonderful adult flashed through his mind, and he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
In that instant, a small mana bullet shot from Tesleron’s nape.
“Kahahaha! White phosphorus magic bullets that burn even in water!”
White flames erupted across Viscount Biatonn’s body.
Tesleron laughed with self-satisfied glee.
Viscount Biatonn drew upon his mana in a single surge.
Sword energy began to frost his blade.
He swung his sword lightly, scattering the sword energy.
As the sword energy carved through the flames like shattering them to pieces, the fire quickly dissipated.
“Who exactly are you?”
“Viscount Biatonn, First Senior Advisor of the Vilotian Empire.”
Viscount Biatonn’s voice grew slightly lower.
His patience had finally reached its limit.
“I suspected you weren’t an ordinary person, but you’re an even bigger player than I thought.”
“Now you’re willing to have a conversation?”
Tesleron nodded.
Only then did Viscount Biatonn sheathe his sword.
At that moment, Tesleron spoke.
“Heh! Fooled you!”
A massive boulder fell on Viscount Biatonn’s head again.
Boulders alone weren’t enough—seven consecutive lightning strikes followed.
“You old geezer!!”
Their battle continued for twelve hours.
And after twelve hours, Tesleron was gasping for breath.
“Huff… huff… If I were just ten years younger, you’d be dead by my hand.”
Viscount Biatonn’s breathing was relatively intact, but his clothes were in tatters.
His once pristine and neat uniform was barely recognizable in form, and more of his skin was visible than the color of the fabric.
And it took another four hours before they could begin a normal conversation.
“Fine. I understand perfectly well that Grandfather despises humans, hates swordmasters, and absolutely loathes magic swordmasters even more. I hate him too. I’m practically developing a phobia.”
“Then get out.”
“But the Princess asked me to deliver this to you.”
“A Princess? There’s a Princess in Villorian?”
“You don’t read the news?”
“What news would there be in a place like this?”
Viscount Biatonn exercised patience and explained various matters.
He also handed over the Siberun mana stone and a letter.
Tesleron didn’t believe him.
“How could a six-year-old create such magical formulas and apply inversion theory to craft a cold wind mana stone?”
“Do you know Karin?”
“I don’t.”
“She’s a brilliant mage highly regarded even in the Mirotell Magic Federation. According to her, this child is a genius who appears once every ten thousand years, if at all.”
“Ten thousand years haven’t passed yet?”
The meaning of those words was that Tesleron himself, a genius, had not yet lived ten thousand years since his birth.
“Sigh….”
Viscount Biatonn pressed his throbbing temples repeatedly.
“I want to just beat him up and drag him away, but then the Princess would scold me, wouldn’t she?”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Anyway, I don’t want to. I like it here.”
Tesleron examined the Siberun mana stone once more.
His heart was indeed moved by it.
“If you really want me, come here yourself.”
“Hey. Did you see the portrait?”
“I did.”
“How could that cute six-year-old come here? Did you forget where this place is?”
“Not my concern.”
Tesleron remained absolutely resolute.
Knowing he couldn’t win a one-on-one battle against Viscount Biatonn, he prepared a teleportation spell while conversing.
It could be prepared far more discreetly than offensive magic, and he activated the spell while Biatonn was distracted by Isabel’s portrait.
Viscount Biatonn’s body began to fade away.
He wasn’t entirely sure, but it felt like he was being transported to the middle of an ogre habitat.
“You crazy old fool!”
“Hehehehe.”
“If I come back here, I’m not human anymore—I’m an orc bastard!”
Tesleron waved his hand.
“Let’s never see each other again. You’re the embodiment of everything I hate!”
* * *
Viscount Biatonn was, as always, immaculate and impeccably groomed.
Now that I thought about it, her skin was remarkably clear.
“Your Highness, that old man is finished.”
“But I truly need Viscount Tesleron.”
“Please don’t call me Viscount. I’m a despicable wretch unworthy of such grandiose titles.”
I wasn’t sure what had happened, but I needed Tesleron.
Then again, the male lead also struggled quite a bit when he first met Tesleron.
“I cannot allow someone so inconsiderate to meet Your Highness.”
“Did you perhaps tell him to come find me directly?”
Viscount Biatonn flinched in surprise.
He shook his head slightly.
“N-no, I did not.”
“Biatonn!”
I met Viscount Biatonn’s gaze.
His pale green eyes were truly beautiful, and I noticed they were wavering.
“I don’t like teachers who lie.”
“Th-that is….”
I asked again.
“Did you two quarrel?”
“….”
I finally managed to hear what Viscount Biatonn had experienced.
It seemed he had endured far more hardship than I had imagined.
Thinking about it made me feel a little sorry.
“Thank you so much. You’ve suffered tremendously. I will never, ever forget your kindness.”
“Really?”
“Yes!”
“Forever?”
“Yes!”
Viscount Biatonn broke into a grin.
His mood seemed to have lightened considerably.
“You must remember for at least 16 years or more.”
I spent time talking with Viscount Biatonn about this and that.
Even doing nothing while spending time with him was enjoyable.
Simply gazing at his face brought me joy.
After quite some time had passed, I spoke.
“I think I’m greedy. I keep wanting more.”
Only 15 years remained now.
It was a long time if one considered it that way, but it was also too short to leave something meaningful in the world.
For that, I needed the help of Tesleron, the great mage who had been the male lead’s companion.
“I hope that even 15 years from now, even 25 years from now, people will remember Isabel’s name. I hope they remember me as a good person.”
“….”
“Please help me, Teacher.”
“….”
“Pardon?”
In the end, Viscount Biatonn agreed to my request.
“But you must promise me one thing. You absolutely cannot leave my side. The Erbe Mountains are a dangerous place.”
“Understood.”
I traveled to the Erbe Mountains nestled securely in Viscount Biatonn’s arms.
* * *
For the first time in my life, I experienced spending a night away from home.
The sounds of magical beasts echoing through the night were somewhat frightening, but it felt like camping and was quite enjoyable.
It was like a romance I had vaguely dreamed of while in the hospital, and I had somehow achieved it.
Crackle, crackle.
I gazed endlessly at the smoldering campfire.
The sight of the red flames flickering back and forth was beautiful.
The night sky was filled with twinkling stars.
“Teacher, look! Even at night, I can see the clouds drifting by!”
A pleasant breeze blew past.
The sounds of insects filled the surroundings.
The night air was incredibly fresh, and the spicy soup that Viscount Biatonn had prepared was so delicious it brought tears to my eyes.
‘Is this what ramen broth tastes like?’
I had never tasted ramen in my past life, but somehow I felt it must taste like this.
Viscount Biatonn was gazing at me.
His eyes were filled with love.
Everything felt so wonderful.
My chest felt ticklish with emotion, so I let that feeling spill from my lips.
“Suddenly, I feel so happy.”
“I will make you happy every day.”
“I’m so glad I met you, Teacher Biatonn. I’m truly a fortunate child.”
Viscount Biatonn gently stroked my head.
His touch was so tender and soft that sleep washed over me.
“No. The fortunate one is me. The Princess….”
Viscount Biatonn seemed to say something, but I was too drowsy to hear him properly.
* * *
A few days later.
Viscount Biatonn and I discovered a shabby cabin.
Creak—
The cabin door opened.
An old man with a thick beard appeared.
He was grinning widely.
“Orc brat, you came?”

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