The Mage’s Nemesis Has Reincarnated - Chapter 183

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The Natural Enemy of Mages Has Been Reincarnated – Episode 183
Who do you like? Mary?
The person most shocked by those words was Mary herself, the subject of the question.
‘Why would Peter… care about me like that?’
Wondering if she’d misheard, she turned to look at Peter, but his lips parted with unmistakable sincerity.
“Mary and I have spent considerable time together during our travels. I’m certainly more qualified than you are.”
“Well, that doesn’t make you two an actual couple, does it?”
“….”
Watching Peter struggle for words, Jack’s face broke into a victor’s smile.
“You speak of qualifications when you’re not even in a relationship with her? If mere affection granted qualification, anyone could claim it.”
“Prince Jack, it seems you have something more to say?”
“Why don’t we settle who truly has the qualifications? Through a duel.”
“A duel?”
Peter’s eyebrows twitched at Jack’s proposal.
The pride he’d kept hidden began to stir within him.
“After all, it’s the strong who can protect a woman. If we determine who among us is stronger, then at least we’ll have established some basis for qualification.”
“Very well. Let’s do it that way.”
“Wait, what on earth are you two doing?”
Mary protested with an exasperated expression, trying to stop them both.
They’d been talking about qualifications regarding her, and now they were casually arranging a duel—it was absurd.
“Why is this happening? A duel out of nowhere? Both of you, stop this at once.”
“No, Lady Mary. Now that a rival has appeared, this is a matter we must settle definitively.”
“That’s right. You stay out of this. This is something the men need to resolve.”
Jack and Peter spoke in turn, and Mary opened her mouth again.
These people seemed to have lost their minds.

* * *
Unusual visitors had gathered at the Training Ground.
They were people who had come after hearing rumors of a sparring match between Peter and Jack.
Among them were several prominent figures, including Crious and Gerard.
“Hmm, Ruin. Why are the two of them sparring?”
“Well, that is….”
In response to his father’s question, Ruin spoke the truth without a shred of deception.
Though he braced himself for embarrassment, Crious’s reaction was surprisingly hearty.
“Ha! That Jack fellow—I’ve known it for a while now, but he’s truly a man. Arranging a sparring match to claim a woman.”
He laughed with satisfaction, but Gerard’s expression beside him was far from pleased.
“Hmm, I’m concerned Peter might not fare well in this.”
“Duke Gerard, what are you worried about? I heard Peter is a 6-Circle mage.”
“That may be true, but he lacks practical combat experience. He’s likely never faced an Aura user before.”
“Jack is in the same boat. He has no experience fighting mages either. Perhaps this occasion will teach him just how terrifying mages can be.”
Jack’s level was that of a low-tier Aura Master.
In terms of mages, that equated to the achievement of a 7-Circle mage.
Yet one could not underestimate a 6-Circle mage either.
Certain penalties would be applied to ensure a fair match.
“Then, I shall now explain the rules.”
Ruin, who had volunteered as referee, stood between the two and continued his explanation.
“First, Jack Reinhardt may only use a wooden sword. Aura Blades are strictly forbidden, and you may only coat your weapon with Aura when blocking your opponent’s magic. And.”
Ruin now turned his gaze toward Peter.
“Peter McLafflin, you must cast magic without a staff. Lethal magic is forbidden, and status-altering spells such as sleep, paralysis, and petrification are also prohibited. Given how powerful you are, I believe these penalties are necessary. If anyone has objections, please speak now.”
Silence fell between the two.
“If there are none, we shall begin at once. Ready… Start!”
The moment Ruin stepped away, Peter’s magic came flying.
“Magic Missile.”
It was a basic 1-Circle spell and was said to have the fastest casting time.
‘Since he’s an Aura user with strong physical power, he’s going for a speed battle? Not a bad judgment.’
As Crious marveled inwardly, Jack charged forward.
Pang! Bang! Bang!
He effortlessly deflected multiple Magic Missiles with his wooden sword.
Truly the reaction speed worthy of being called an Aura Master.
‘Impressive. The fact that he deflects them so easily means Jack’s Aura doesn’t fall short of Peter’s magical power.’
Gerard marveled inwardly as he watched the young prince Jack.
Meanwhile, Peter prepared his next spell.
“Haste.”
After casting the spell that accelerated his movements, he launched himself forward like the wind.
Jack’s wooden sword passed through the space where Peter had been.
“Where do you think you’re going!”
Jack pursued like a serpent, unwilling to let his prey escape.
His wooden sword closed the distance in an instant, thrusting toward Peter’s ribs.
“Fire Shield.”
Peter barely completed the incantation as a crimson barrier materialized around his body.
Jack’s wooden sword halted abruptly, unable to advance further.
Gerard silently marveled at the exchange.
‘Jack knows full well. Fire Shield doesn’t merely defend—it ignites whoever dares strike it.’
Rather than attack, Jack circled Peter’s perimeter, waiting for the shield to dissipate.
Annoyed by Jack’s persistent distance and pursuit, Peter unleashed his next incantation the moment the shield faded.
“Grease!”
A simple yet devastatingly effective spell that reduced friction between body and earth to absolute zero.
Jack staggered.
His body nearly collapsed.
Nearly—but not quite.
With a sharp whistle of air, he launched himself skyward in a desperate leap.
He cleared the spell’s radius in a single bound.
And in that same breath—
“It’s over.”
Jack thrust his wooden sword forward, certain of victory.
Peter’s chest lay directly in his path.
But—
A resonant crack echoed.
Peter blocked with his shield, then unleashed a desperate gambit.
“Tornado!”
A whirlwind erupted from beneath the earth, engulfing Jack’s form.
As Jack flailed helplessly in the void, Peter relentlessly prepared his next incantation.
“Dig!”
He carved a chasm into the ground, then manipulated the tornado to hurl Jack directly into it.
Or rather, he attempted to.
Jack resisted with his aura at the critical moment, breaking free from the vortex’s grip.
“No.”
Peter felt the danger crystallize in that instant.
His desperate spell had been effortlessly shattered, and his mana reserves lay nearly depleted.
To compound matters, without his staff to channel and amplify his power, the psychological burden weighed all the heavier.
Meanwhile, his opponent remained utterly unscathed.
“A mage cannot stand against an aura user!”
Jack charged forward with a roar, and Peter retreated hastily, desperately attempting to gather enough mana for another spell.
But there was no way to stop Jack’s relentless advance.
All Peter could do was summon a shield through sheer willpower.
Crack! Thud!
A wooden sword struck against Peter’s shield.
Unable to move, Peter could only defend, and even maintaining his shield proved overwhelming.
Jack’s strength was formidable enough to shatter a mage’s shield with ease.
And with aura coating his weapon, that power doubled.
Crack!
The shield shattered, and Peter’s defeat seemed all but certain.
“This is terrible!”
Jack’s wooden sword froze just before Peter’s head.
It was because of the Attendant’s sudden cry.
“What is it?”
Crious, who had been observing the match, asked with a grave expression.
There was no way the Attendant would interrupt a training bout over something trivial.
“S-sir, the Warlord of Cold Steel has arrived covered in blood.”
“What?”
One of the Five Warlords—the Warlord of Cold Steel.
He was a Grand Aura Master belonging to the neutral Ber Kingdom.
Since he frequently appeared at the Five Warlords’ councils, he had a connection with Crious.
Which made this all the more shocking.
The Warlord of Cold Steel had arrived in a state absolutely drenched in blood.
“Igret! What in the world happened!?”
The Warlord of Cold Steel, Igret Ashlant, let out a groan.
“P-please… help me, Crious.”
“Tell me what happened!”
“A… a mage… the Frost Mage, Ethan…”
Squeezing out these words, he collapsed.
“Igret!”
Crious rushed to support him, deciding that treatment came first.
The wounds—torn and gaping in multiple places—were severe.
“I shall treat him.”
Gerard stepped forward and cast a recovery spell.
Though not completely healed, Igret gradually regained stability and continued what he had been saying.
“Ethan, that man called one of the 12 Pioneers… he suddenly appeared and attacked us.”
“Us? Who do you mean?”
“Myself, the Warlord of Cold Steel, and the Warlord of Immortality.”
From the detailed account, here is what had transpired:
The Warlord of Cold Steel, the Warlord of Cold Steel, and the Warlord of Immortality.
These three had gathered as usual to discuss how to resolve the persecution of mages.
Then, news struck like a thunderbolt from a clear sky.
The Frost Forerunner had appeared in the Capital of Ber Kingdom and was slaughtering innocent citizens.
Because of this, they stopped their meeting and went out, but they were completely no match for him.
“O-other Warlords fought alongside me before they fled as well.”
“What? Three of you attacked him together and couldn’t handle a single man? I find that hard to believe!”
“It’s the truth… That man possessed an extraordinarily peculiar weapon. A weapon that rendered Aura users utterly helpless.”
“What do you mean? Explain in detail!”
The Warlord of Cold Steel described the man’s new weapon, and everyone who heard his account stood speechless, their jaws hanging open.
“Please lend me your aid, Crious. That man continues his massacre even now. Our citizens of Ber are in grave danger…”
Under normal circumstances, I would never have offered assistance to a neutral nation.
The Ber Kingdom accepted no one’s help, and in return, helped no one.
They adhered strictly to neutrality.
Thus, whenever someone attempted to intervene, they were met with cold, dismissive glares.
As if to say: don’t meddle in our affairs.
Yet this time, even I could not remain indifferent.
Citizens’ lives hung in the balance, after all.
“I will help. Rest assured.”
“Thank you.”
“I will assist as well.”
At Gerard’s words, Crious’s expression brightened.
“Truly?”
“Of course. One must earn one’s keep, mustn’t one?”
“I’ll lend my strength too.”
When even Dalpred Bigsland, a 9-Circle mage, stepped forward, a smile blossomed across Crious’s face.
“I am grateful to all of you. This is urgent—let us depart at once!”

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Decarabia, ranked 69th among demon nobles.
He held something resembling a magnifying glass, gazing intently at a distant point.
It was his own creation—a device that magnified objects a kilometer away as if they were right before his eyes.
[Indeed. Fighting well, are we, Frozen One.]
In his murmuring gaze stood Ethan.
The sight of him creating ice particles to slaughter innocent people was demonic beyond measure.
Yet to Decarabia’s eyes, it appeared the work of a sharp and cunning mind.
[By eliminating these defenseless humans, stronger ones will emerge. Your judgment is not without merit, human.]
The reason Decarabia observed Ethan so intently was not mere curiosity.
He was verifying whether his weapon was being wielded properly.
Decarabia recalled a recent conversation with Baluduk.
-Decarabia.
-You’ve arrived? I’ve completed everything we discussed. Here—a gravity field for the Heavenly Demon War and a device to counter the Descendants of Gods.
-Ah, thank you for your efforts.
-Well? How does it compare to the gravity field that human engineer created before?
-It appears far larger and superior. Is it 100% complete?
-Technically, yes. But without Arcnium ore as the material, it’s worthless.
-Is that so? Then with just the ore, it can be used immediately?
-Correct.
-And this device here…?
-That’s the weapon to counter the Descendants of Gods. Press that button and it suppresses aura within a 30-meter radius.
-Remarkable! Suppressing aura itself!
-Once the aura is suppressed, that so-called Descendant of Gods becomes nothing but an ordinary human.
-I see. Thank you truly for your efforts. Though the Descendant of Gods is a Spellblade who also uses magic…
-Don’t worry. I anticipated that and created a weapon specifically for mages. Here.
-Ah, this one? What effect does it produce when the button is pressed?
-It suppresses the mana of all mages within a 30-meter radius. Of course, I’ve programmed it to exclude the user’s own mana from suppression, so have no concerns.
-As expected of you, Decarabia! Creating such precious instruments! I am truly, deeply grateful!
-Gratitude is unnecessary. I did this because I enjoyed it.
Thus Baluduk received from Decarabia the gravity field, aura suppressor, and mana suppressor.
He transferred two of these devices to Ethan, excluding the gravity field.
Ethan had been selected as the assassin to counter the Descendant of Gods.
Of course, before that, a test was necessary.
To verify that the aura and mana suppressors functioned properly.
[This test is precisely why that Forerunner named Ethan stepped forward.]
If innocent citizens of the Ber Kingdom were slaughtered, the Grand Aura Masters stationed there would surely emerge.
That prediction proved accurate.
Three Grand Aura Masters appeared, after all.
[But they’re merely test cases before dealing with the Descendant of Gods.]
In the end, all three of them fled, but it mattered little to Decarabia.
‘All I need do is observe whether my creations function as intended.’
To witness with one’s own eyes and comprehend whether the instruments one has crafted operate correctly—
This was the reason Decarabia observed Ethan.

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