The Mage’s Nemesis Has Reincarnated - Chapter 82

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The Natural Enemy of Mages Has Been Reincarnated – Episode 82
‘Finally, it’s here.’
The Quest I’d been waiting for had arrived at last.
The problem was that I had no idea where Azrahil Johnston was.
‘If I only knew the coordinates, I could use the teleportation I obtained from Azrahil Johnston to track him.’
But as if anticipating this, another Quest materialized.
【Sub Quest: Track Down Azrahil Johnston】
└To kill Azrahil Johnston, you must first locate him.
└Go to the location where Azrahil Johnston teleported and read the lingering traces of magical power.
【Conditions】
└Read the lingering traces of magical power
【Rewards】
└5th Circle Skill Proficiency increased by 10,000
└Teleportation coordinates
‘Go to where he teleported and read the lingering traces of magical power?’
I remembered the location.
Thanks to my Intelligence stat, I possessed an exceptional memory.
But I had no idea how to read the lingering traces of magical power.
‘I know magic leaves traces behind, but I’ve never actually sensed them before… Maybe I’ll figure it out when I get there? At least I can detect mana fundamentally.’
Either way, I had to move immediately.
Before the lingering traces of magical power faded.
I regarded the guild members as if they were dead weight.
“What are you doing? Drink your milk.”
“Um, are we really drinking it?”
“Drink. That’s an order.”
At my command, everyone grabbed a milk bottle.
The boss’s orders were absolute.
Gulp, gulp—
The guild members drained their bottles as refreshingly as if they were water, then set the empty containers on the ground.
“Have another.”
“Huh?”
“Do I need to repeat myself?”
At my firm tone, the guild members reached for the milk bottles once more.
Gulp, gulp—
After finishing another bottle, there wasn’t much milk left.
“Drink. Again.”
“….”
The guild members, lacking the courage to refuse, drank the milk once more.
This was their third bottle.
Yet even amid this, a few members still hadn’t touched their milk.
Chad, Greg, and Nathan had done the same.
The other guild members who discovered this belatedly furrowed their brows.
“Hey, you there! Why aren’t you drinking?”
“Chad, why aren’t you drinking?”
“There’s not much milk left, Greg.”
Everyone raised objections, but the three didn’t even respond.
They simply stood motionless, like puppets.
“Azrahil! Look at this. There’s someone here who didn’t drink the milk!”
“Don’t mind them. They don’t exist anyway.”
“Huh?”
The moment those words left his lips.
Whoosh—
Chad, Greg, and Nathan transformed into smoke and vanished.
“What, what!?”
The remaining guild members spun around in shock, their eyes darting frantically.
The illusion lifted, and reality revealed itself.
Greg’s corpse lay dead, foam frothing from his mouth.
“I tested it on him before you arrived. What happens when you drink more than a certain amount of milk.”
Zeke, who had been disguised as Azrahil, shimmered and returned to his true form.
The guild members stared at him in horror as a death sentence echoed in their ears.
“On the third bottle, he died foaming at the mouth like that.”
“What, what?”
“Ugh, ugghhh…!”
As the effects began to take hold, the guild members collapsed to the ground, clutching their throats.
Their convulsions continued for a time before ceasing entirely along with their heartbeats.
Zeke watched the scene with cold, unwavering eyes before spinning around sharply.
“Now, shall we go kill Azrahil?”

* * *
In Decan, the Prestigious Magic Families recognized by all could typically be counted on one hand.
Bigsland, McLafflin, and Fontaine were famous as the three great Prestigious Magic Families, with Baldor and Deporte following in their wake.
However, that ranking was merely from the past—things were different now.
Fontaine and the Baldor Family had committed treason.
As a result, the Deporte Family, who had been fifth, unexpectedly ascended to join the ranks of the three great families.
Perhaps because of this?
Lately, there had been a marked increase in suitors approaching Sillis Deporte, the family’s young lady.
The blonde man clinging persistently before her eyes was one such suitor.
“Lady Sillis. The moment I beheld you, I was utterly captivated. Surely you won’t reject my sincere feelings?”
“I’ve said no countless times.”
Sillis furrowed her brow and rejected him outright, yet the man showed little sign of disappointment.
His expression suggested he intended to settle this matter today, once and for all.
“You haven’t said you’re already betrothed, have you? Then why do you refuse so adamantly?”
“I simply have no intention of becoming betrothed at present.”
“At twenty years old, you’re well past the age of marriage. Surely the head of the Deporte Family shares this view?”
“Well, that’s…”
Sillis’s words caught in her throat.
Her father had been pressing her for years to choose a betrothal partner.
“Could it be you have the McLafflin Family in mind? The second-ranked magic family?”
“I have no interest in them.”
Peter McLafflin, was it?
She had already received a portrait of the McLafflin Family’s eldest son for the betrothal negotiations, but he didn’t appeal to her.
‘He’s certainly refined and not a bad match, but I still don’t like him.’
It was human nature to dislike something more when pressured about it.
The First Son of McLafflin was an acceptable match by all accounts, but she refused to marry someone recommended by others.
Above all, it felt too much like a political marriage.
‘I want someone who feels like destiny itself.’
Someone who, at first glance, gives me the instinctive feeling that he’s my person.
Sillis was waiting for such a fated partner.
In that regard, the blonde man before her was not to her taste.
Though he seemed unaware of this fact and had misunderstood.
“Surely you’re not rejecting me because of my family? Because my family is a renowned swordsmanship house?”
“That’s not it, so please don’t misunderstand. Neither my father nor I harbor prejudice against aura users. Besides, the Reinhardt Family is among the most prestigious of all families—they would be more than sufficient for a political marriage. Otherwise, why would we have allowed them to approach our family in the first place?”
“If you understand that, why do you keep refusing?”
“It’s simply… my heart isn’t drawn to you.”
The explanation was insufficient, but for Sillis, it was an honest answer.
Whether Jack, the First Son of the Reinhardt Family, would accept it remained to be seen.
Fortunately, Jack’s expression suggested he was coming to terms with it.
His face had grown rigid, unlike his usual demeanor.
“I understand. If your heart isn’t drawn to it, there’s nothing more I can say.”
‘Has he finally changed his mind?’
Was he finally abandoning the relentless romantic offensive that had persisted for months?
Sillis Deporte, carefully concealing such hope, gazed at Jack Reinhardt.
He nodded slowly as if reaching some resolution, and finally opened his mouth.
“I’ll have no choice but to persuade my father-in-law.”
“W-what did you just say?”
Jack Reinhardt spoke thus and turned his body away.
Sillis Deporte followed with a troubled expression on her face.
“W-wait! Where are you going!?”
Jack Reinhardt ignored Sillis Deporte and searched through the Deporte Duchy, looking for someone.
“Ah, there he is.”
Jose Deporte, the head of the Deporte Duchy, was conversing with someone.
And with a grave expression at that.
“I cannot accept such a request! Leave our family at once!”
Sillis Deporte, who had been following behind, froze in shock at the outburst.
“F-father?”
“Do you know who you’re speaking with right now?”
At Jack Reinhardt’s words, Sillis Deporte’s gaze turned toward the other party.
“Yes, I do. It’s Belkir Wilston, the Marquis of the Wilston Family. They were originally on good terms, so why…”
“They’re on good terms despite being of different ranks?”
“Our family has a tradition of not concerning ourselves with such matters if the people are good. Moreover, the Wilston Territory borders our lands, so it’s not strange that we’re on good terms. Just as I am with Count Hamilton.”
“I see. In any case, this is the first time I’ve seen my father-in-law so angry.”
“Me too…”
Under normal circumstances, Sillis Deporte would have scolded him for using the term “father-in-law” so freely, but she forgot such things entirely and stared blankly at her father.
It was that shocking an occurrence.
Raising his voice at the Marquis of Wilston.
“Duke Jose. Please reconsider. It’s a good proposal for you as well.”
“I’ve heard enough—now get out!”
“Count Hamilton killed Count Agos. Not content with waging a territorial war for personal reasons, he brutally beheaded the surrendering count. Will you simply overlook this?”
“He must have had his own circumstances. It’s not our place to interfere!”
“No. You must interfere. Otherwise, you yourself will face difficulties.”
“Are you threatening me now?”
“Already, many nearby nobles are taking the side of the deceased Count Agos and forming an alliance. As time passes, more nobles will join, and they will ultimately decide that the Lord of Hamilton must be removed. Do you know why they haven’t moved yet? Because of the Deporte Family.”
“…”
“The reason the alliance hasn’t attacked Hamilton Territory immediately is solely because the Deporte Family is on good terms with Count Hamilton. You are unwittingly serving as a shield.”
“Unwittingly? Speak plainly. I’m protecting him because I wish to.”
“Why do you protect Count Hamilton so? He is a murderer who killed the surrendering Count Agos without mercy.”
“I heard it from the Lord of Hamilton himself, but it’s not true. Count Agos was assassinated by someone else. The claim that he killed him directly is merely a distorted rumor.”
“How can you guarantee that the Lord of Hamilton didn’t order the assassination? And wasn’t it the Lord of Hamilton who started the war over the trivial reason that his daughter was violated?”
“You… are you truly the Marquis Wilston I once knew? A man with a daughter shouldn’t speak such inhuman nonsense. I find it hard to believe.”
“I’m merely suggesting we view the situation with cold logic. If you keep siding with Lord of Hamilton like this, it will become problematic in many ways, won’t it?”
“So you’re telling me to step back? Even if Lord of Hamilton’s territory is invaded by the Allied Forces?”
“Yes. If you do as I suggest, there will be no harm to the Duke. Perhaps the Allied Forces might even divide a portion of Hamilton Territory with you.”
“You speak nothing but repugnant words to the end. My resolve will not change. Leave at once!”
Despite the cold dismissal, the Marquis Wilston showed no intention of retreating.
He merely persisted in his persuasion.
“Please reconsider. If you don’t, you will come to regret it.”
“Guards! Remove this man immediately!”
For Duke Jose Deporte, a man who valued loyalty above all, there was no room for reconsideration.
The order to expel him was the inevitable course of action.
“Sigh… So it comes to this after all? I suppose there’s no helping it.”
It was at that very moment the Marquis muttered those cryptic words.
“…!”
The Marquis’s face suddenly rippled like water.
As Duke Jose’s eyes widened in shock, the Marquis’s face had already vanished.
In its place stood the visage of a middle-aged man.
“So the rumors were true—this fellow is as stubborn as they come. I’ve finally forced him to reveal his true form.”
“Who… who are you!”
“A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Azrahil Johnston. Perhaps you know me better as one of Brahm’s Illusionists?”

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