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True to its na, the [Spring Palace] was filled with spring flowers.
"Only this palace has so many flowers. The other palaces are much more desolate."
"Oho."
From what he heard, the Spring Palace's court count had a talent for floriculture.
That's why he had filled the place with flowers that bloom from winter to spring.
"Those flowers are blooming."
Ian pointed to an elegantly arranged flowerbed.
Though most flowers were still keeping their silence.
Those accustod to the cold environnt had already poked out their heads.
Flowers with attractive, vibrant red petals.
Elia remarked casually:
"I guess it's spring already."
"Already, huh."
Honestly... it didn't seem like "already" to Ian.
He had departed from Talian, passed through the south, and experienced the battlefield.
With so much happening, it made sense that ti had flown by.
Rather than "already," it felt more like "finally."
"What will you do now, Ian?"
"His Majesty the Emperor said he'll give treasures. I'll receive those and move on."
During their travels, Arno and Isil had told him.
If he received the gift from the Emperor, they might be able to complete Anor-lsil.
"Where to?"
"Sowhere quiet. A mystical place would be even better."
Elia pondered briefly before answering.
"For a mystical place, there's the [White Mountain]."
"White Mountain?"
"They say it's where Saint Babael perford miracles."
Though it was a holy site, it wasn't one universally recognized.
Saint Babael was a "personal little saint" known only to people of this region.
Sothing of a local tourist attraction.
"The White Monastery manages it, so you can just ask and enter."
"Thanks for telling ."
The White Mountain, was it?
It seed like a good place to perform a ritual.
Ian lounged around, pondering what kind of magic circle he should draw.
Having been a freeloader from the start, with no particular duties assigned to him, he simply enjoyed his leisure.
"That's not it. The problem isn't with your pronunciation."
"Then what's the problem?!"
"The problem is that your timing gets overwheld by your emotions."
Ian's companions were equally bored.
Sir Salvador hung out with the knights, while Maria tried various things to beco friends with Lisa.
Kira taught songs to Aesis to pass the ti.
"What's the point of an assassin learning songs?"
"Please call an infiltration specialist."
Aesis fluttered his minstrel clothing.
"I'm a professional. Rather than doing a sloppy disguise, I'd rather walk around confidently."
"You want a perfect disguise?"
Aesis genuinely believed he sang better than Kira.
But after receiving so lessons from her... he realized his own ignorance.
Kira's singing skills were naturally at a professional level, while he was just a good amateur...
"What kind of wizard sings this well?!"
"I've practiced since I was young."
Ian sat beside the two and took so ti to appreciate the singing.
Kira's voice was indeed wonderful.
"Kira. Can you sing this too?"
"What is it?"
Ian shared a few Earth songs he knew.
Kira smiled with a puzzled expression.
"It feels strange. The tempo is really fast."
"These are actually ant to be heard with instrunts. A straight live version might sound awkward."
dieval songs typically had slow lodic changes and tended to be longer.
But Kira quickly humd the Earth songs.
She beautifully sang even difficult songs usually perford by professional singers.
Truly, Kira was born in the wrong world.
If she had been born on Earth, she could have succeeded as a singer or actress.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Just wondering what it would have been like if we'd t in a different world."
Kira smiled broadly and said:
"Then I wish I had t you first."
"We might not have t at all."
"Why?"
"In that world, people who sing well and act well receive trendous attention."
If Kira had beco a celebrity on Earth, could she have t Ian?
It's impossible to know.
If there was so destined attraction, perhaps it would be possible...
But a eting between a celebrity and an ordinary person would certainly require the help of a space-ti wizard, given its difficulty.
"Hmm. Tell more details."
Ian occasionally told Kira stories about his "past life."
Though such stories might sound absurd or blasphemous to dieval people, Kira enjoyed Ian's tales.
She seed drawn to the fact that they weren't lies but truth.
"Lord Ian Eredith Raven."
While they were chatting, the court count personally ca looking for Ian.
"His Majesty is about to bestow gifts, so please co with ."
"Ah. Yes."
The selection of gifts had already been finalized with Elia.
Naturally, they chose what most attracted Arno and Isil.
"You must co alone."
"Kira. I'll be back soon."
"Okay. See you later."
Ian went to receive gifts from the Emperor.
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Being in a position to formally receive gifts ant many procedures and ceremonies.
In other words, it was incredibly boring.
Human pomp and circumstance clearly knew no bounds of ti or place.
A priest conducted the ceremony, with the Emperor and court count adding a bit of lecturing.
About how the Sky God this and that~ and the true master of the Golden Empire such and such~
To summarize, it was about how 'you have now received grace from the master of the empire recognized by heaven, so you must thank both the earthly and heavenly realms~'
It was closer to a ceremony showing the relationship between the Emperor and Heaven's Faith to others.
Worldly power belonged to the Emperor. But religion belonged to the priests.
Ian was bored, the Emperor was bored.
Only the priest was happy.
"...I bestow this upon Wizard Ian Eredith."
"Your servant is amazed by your heaven-like grace, Your Majesty."
The theatrical ceremony ended.
"I couldn't do this twice, Your Majesty."
"Haha. Everyone says that, but they always co back for more."
Ian and the Emperor laughed simultaneously.
A little discomfort couldn't overco the sweetness of power.
"I heard from Elia. You're undertaking a great achievent?"
"It's not such a great achievent..."
"Whether you succeed or fail. Rember that I am on your side."
Indeed, being comrades was a powerful relationship.
Just by fighting on the sa battlefield, the Emperor trusted Ian enormously.
And with all the rumors being good ones, he had no reason to dislike Ian.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Ian collected the hard-earned gift and left.
Then he called only Belenka and Kira to pack light luggage.
"White Mountain?"
"Elia says it's a spiritually potent place."
"Oh?"
Though he wasn't sure how spiritually potent it was.
It seed better than completing the magic on bare ground.
Being a wizard, Ian naturally knew this common sense.
To contact mysterious beings, the surroundings should first be filled with mystery.
To contact the mystery of fire, a sea of flas would be good, and to contact the mystery of water, being inside a lake would be beneficial - a similar principle.
Of course, countless wizards suffer terrible accidents during contact... but it's a risk that must be endured to et beings beyond cognition.
Ian took the Emperor's gift, a huge opal chunk, and headed for the White Mountain.
[Treasure Imbued with Power: Essence of Earth]
[A treasure imbued with dense earth power. Bestows imnse strength to all beings born from the earth.]
The journey to the White Mountain was really simple.
First, there were people managing the mountain.
"Welco, traveler."
These were monks from the White Monastery.
They were selling gospels recording the achievents of 'Saint Babael' and sacred images said to depict Saint Babael.
'This looks exactly like...'
A guy selling rchandise.
Selling novels(?) and figurines(?) made it look that way.
"I'd like to enter the White Mountain."
"Ah. You've co for a pilgrimage."
The monk smiled brightly and said:
"Entry is free for everyone, but you must first offer prayers for Saint Babael."
"I suppose I need to light candles?"
"That's right. Salt, mistletoe, and holy water are also necessary."
It was clear as day.
He was asking for money.
Ian handed over gold coins and said:
"I'm in a bit of a hurry. Could you possibly offer prayers on my behalf?"
"With such sincerity, Saint Babael would be moved."
Saints or whatever. Money is supre.
"I will pray twice as hard on behalf of the traveler."
"You're truly a devout person!"
Though Belenka muttered "corrupted by worldliness" from behind, Ian paid no attention.
He had already seen too many comrcialized religious practices in his past life.
Ian passed through the monastery and headed deep into the White Mountain.
"When Anor-lsil is completed, what will happen?"
Belenka asked.
Though knowing nothing of magic or miracles, she was slightly worried that sothing bad might happen to Ian.
"I just hope angels don't co after for doing sothing wrong."
"That won't happen."
Completing Anor-lsil was a task the Sky God directly instructed Ian to do.
There's no way angels would be sent to punish him.
"Probably. The Sky God will co to et directly."
"...If they ask for , tell them I'm not here."
Belenka earnestly crossed herself.
Being a knight sensitive to heaven, Belenka feared the Sky God the most.
"Well, I'll begin."
Ian and Kira drew a magic circle together.
A place where the mountain's energy pooled.
Finding a location where surrounding mysteries would respond, they appropriately inscribed magical language.
The phrase Ian chose was short and intense.
[The Master of Heaven is coming!]
[The Master of Heaven is coming!]
[The Master of Heaven is coming!]
Words simple enough for even a fool to understand.
Mysteries trying to obstruct and drive Ian away would think twice upon seeing those words.
And mysteries wishing to help Ian would eagerly approach.
[Master of Heaven?]
[You say they're coming?!]
[Here! I'll prepare a place! Quick, call them!]
[Wow! A spectacle! I love it!]
Wind rushed, the ground trembled.
The thin layer of snow rose, creating a dreamy atmosphere.
"...Is this magic."
Belenka watched Ian's magic from a distance.
No matter how many tis she saw it, she couldn't get used to it.
That's why Ian's magic was always new and enjoyable.
Once a suitable place was prepared, Arno and Isil jumped out.
The role of these two mysterious beings was extrely important.
[Yes... this should be enough!]
[Get ready, Master!]
The sword mysteries drew mysterious power from the magic sword.
Amidst the snowflakes floating in the air.
A violent torrent of power began to surge.
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