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Larabel was a space-ti wizard.
Like any other space-ti wizard, she beca one at the encouragent of her peers, who called it 'fate,' and Larabel naturally accepted this destiny.
"You're going to do great things in the future. Won't you join in creating a better tomorrow?"
"...?"
"Yes! You can beco a great wizard!"
Larabel had a ntor who opened up the future to her.
But one day, her ntor was [eliminated] by another space-ti wizard.
The reason was absurd.
It was because the ntor had opposed the opinions of other space-ti wizards.
"Why! Why did you kill my ntor!"
"Having him alive didn't promise a bright future. It was a necessary act to change the tiline."
"Killing people to change the tiline? Are you f*cking kidding ?"
Although Larabel beca a space-ti wizard following her destiny, she was not happy about it.
They were too obsessed with fate, blinded by it.
Even gambling their necks on a future that might not even co to fruition.
Tired of the selfish actions of space-ti wizards, Larabel left their council to forge her own path.
Naturally, the space-ti wizards tried to kill her to prevent the future from changing.
But Larabel, being a space-ti wizard herself, wasn't easily caught by her enemies.
"I need my own power."
To stand against the sinister plots of the space-ti wizards, she needed a support base.
So, she began the groundwork to build her own force.
Taking over the Devosi Barony was part of the plan.
"Wizard Ian. It's a pity you didn't understand my warning. The night I sent you a summon was our last branching point to avoid our clash."
Ian was dumbfounded by Larabel's shaless words.
So when assassins crawled into my room, should he have thought, 'Oops! Soone's after ! I'm a dead man!' and just run away?
What's with the attitude that it was Ian's fault for not running away!?
"Why does a b*tch who sends assassins talk so much?"
From the mont he nearly got assassinated, Ian had no intention of backing down.
He was determined to get back at the culprit by any ans necessary, and he was close to doing just that!
Larabel mocked him, saying,
"I peered through the veil of the future. There, I saw your death, Wizard Ian."
"Bullsh*t."
Future, branches, space-ti... Ian knows nothing about these things.
But at least it was clear that Larabel wasn't a great space-ti wizard.
If she truly were, she would've foreseen the failure of Ian's assassination.
Larabel couldn't even predict whether Ian would live or die.
Yet she claims to be a space-ti wizard.
Even among fire wizards, there's a clear difference in skill between a level 1 and a level 9.
By the sa logic, even if Larabel is a space-ti wizard, if her skill (level) isn't high, the sa would go for her overall magical ability.
Ian's speculation was accurate.
Indeed, Larabel hadn't trained deeply in space-ti magic.
After all, she left the space-ti wizard council on her own accord!
Yet, Larabel believed she was a space-ti wizard, relying solely on her shallow foresight magic.
"Just one question. When you sent that monkey into my room, did you also see my corpse then?"
"..."
"You must have. You saw my death in the future and sent an assassin. But, f*ck, it failed, didn't it? So, you're trash, aren't you?"
"... Foresight isn't as simple a magic as you think it is..."
"Excuses of a loser, heard loud and clear."
As Ian mocked, Larabel's expression soured.
Larabel had a lot to say.
Originally, the future was fluid and unpredictable.
Even if one successfully observes a future, there's no guarantee the present will follow that path into that future... yada yada yada.
But all that is just excuses.
Yes. Next, please.
Larabel's space-ti magic wasn't worth ntioning.
The real threat was her summoning magic.
"No matter what you say, your death won't change!"
As Larabel projected her will, the dire wolves leaped up all at once.
"[Tear him apart!]"
The strong will of the summoner was conveyed to the summons.
The dire wolves, to fulfill the summoner's wish, all charged at Ian simultaneously.
This could be seen as a magical attack on a wizard.
Ian had experienced such a situation before.
Yes, it was during his underground duel with Inglan.
A wizard's will can change everything...
That will can be blocked by another wizard's will!
Ian concentrated his mind, filled with firm will, and shouted.
"[Stop!]"
"!!!"
As the shout containing the essence of level 3 summoning magic echoed, the dire wolves panicked and stopped what they were doing.
Ian's will had blocked Larabel's will.
Gritting her teeth, Larabel shouted again.
"[What are you doing! Don't be afraid! He's just a scarecrow with a big mouth!]"
The dire wolves growled.
They gained a bit of courage from Larabel's will, but...
"[You dare bare your teeth at , who has befriended the king of the mountain!]"
As Ian shouted once more forcefully, the dire wolves lost their morale again.
Larabel was both amazed and dumbfounded by Ian's ability.
'No...! What kind of image did he project?'
A dire wolf is a strong carnivore. Naturally strong wolves, but now imagine them bigger.
Moreover, dire wolves were not usually intimidated by re killing intent.
Living in packs, they knew that there was no enemy they couldn't take down if they attacked together.
Yet, the dire wolves cowered before Ian.
The image mixed with Ian's will was truly formidable.
Larabel couldn't even guess what kind of image Ian had conjured.
And for good reason...
The image, or the vision, Ian had in mind was his interspecies friend, Drake Longtail.
Who was Longtail?
Longtail, the [Holder of Hannam The Hill].
In a tough post-apocalyptic era, he was a successful man who owned his own ho.
No matter how brave a dire wolf might be, it can't match the courage of a man with his own house.
Ugh! The aura that only those with a ho possess...!
... Well, it's actually just because a drake was an excessively high-level monster.
Anyway, Ian transmitted the image of Longtail he knew to the dire wolves.
The dire wolves thought Ian was part of the sa 'pack' as Longtail and got scared.
Thinking that if they attacked Ian, Longtail would co for revenge.
"[Attack!]"
"[Back off!]"
"[I said attack!]"
"[Only those who want to die, co at !]"
Larabel and Ian glared at each other, spewing crazy verbal attacks.
This was what a wizard's fight was like.
Both sides just running their mouths, that's all there was to it.
Poor dire wolves couldn't do anything, caught in the middle of the summoner's spat.
An irritated Larabel played her next card.
"Damn it...! Lewis! Zulatan! Co out and deal with that bastard!"
Two figures walked forward.
One was a werewolf. The other was a monkey.
"Screech! Screech!"
[I warned you! You are going to die!]
Excited, the monkey charged at Ian.
Despite the human woman standing in front, the monkey's plan was to ignore her and swiftly go straight for Ian's neck.
It was a clever plan.
...That was until it got caught by the tip of Belenka's sword.
Belenka, seeing the monkey trying to leap over her, rcilessly swung her sword and tore the monkey apart.
"Kaak!"
The monkey, ripped from head to toe by the longsword, rolled on the floor, covered in blood.
Belenka lightly swung her sword and muttered.
"What the hell? Is that thing insane?"
It seed to underestimate her for standing still all this ti.
But it knew nothing, absolutely nothing about Belenka.
Unlike the monkey, the werewolf approached cautiously, asuring the distance.
Having seen live the monkey turn into the ripped seam of a stuffed toy, it was a natural decision.
"You're not just any talent, miss!"
"Thanks for the complint! Chihuahua!"
The werewolf was much stronger than the monkey.
It calmly dodged the longsword, looking for an opportunity to take down Belenka.
Belenka, not wanting to engage in a brute strength contest with the werewolf, focused on draining its stamina by keeping it at bay with the tip of her sword from a distance.
It was going to take ti to decide the outco.
For Ian, this was the perfect opportunity.
The chance to capture Larabel!
Now, there was nothing standing between Ian and Larabel.
Ian drew Anor-lsil and aid it at Larabel.
By unleashing the power of the sun here, he could link it to fire magic with the resulting flas.
The situation was highly favorable for Ian.
But.
"As expected. The process to reach the last tiline is difficult, isn't it?"
"...?"
Larabel still hadn't lost her composure.
"Wizard Ian. You plan to overpower with that magic sword, don't you?"
"Wow. How did you foresee that?"
"I already knew everything. That you wouldn't be assassinated. That you would draw out. That the dire wolves wouldn't eat you, nor would Lewis kill you."
"..."
All that cos out of her mouth are lies, naturally.
Ian was astounded by Larabel's bluster.
She knew it all would fail?
And she didn't prepare any counterasures?
After everything fails, 'Hmm. I knew I was going to fail.'
Ian could say that too.
"So, how are you going to deal with it?"
Yes, Ian thought Larabel was just bluffing again after another wrong foresight.
However, this ti Ian was wrong.
Larabel really had foreseen her own failure and had a trump card hidden in preparation.
With all possibilities twisted and the future reshaped into the last tiline...!
A trump card to surely kill Ian!
"Of course."
Larabel pulled sothing out from her belongings.
It was sothing Ian was all too familiar with.
A magic scroll...!
"I didn't want to use this precious item, but I have no choice."
"This f*cking-"
Before Ian could react, Larabel tore the magic scroll, activating the magic stored within it.
Flas swirled around Larabel.
"According to my foresight, Ian. You die in flas."
That was undoubtedly a scroll containing very powerful magic created by an ancient archwizard.
Waves of blazing flas rose up like serpents.
The tables had turned.
"..."
Overwheld by the sight, Ian montarily lost his words.
"Wizard Ian. Still doubting your death?"
Larabel said, mocking Ian.
"In my eyes, all I see is your death."
The wave of flas rushed towards Ian.
The breathtaking flas captivated the attention of everyone on the battlefield.
"Ian!"
Even Belenka and the werewolf paused their fight.
'... It's hot.'
Watching the wave of burning flas, Ian recalled a mory from the past.
The mory of when he was learning fire magic from Fire Wizard Eredith.
'Listen to the voice of the fire, Ian!'
Air hot enough to cook his face.
Fire white enough to burn out his eyes.
Ian was afraid of the fire before him.
Who wouldn't be afraid of fire, being born of life?
But the fire dislikes cowards.
The mystery of fire was a being that ceaselessly burns everything.
Its only identity is arson, born to incinerate and turn everything to ashes, returning to the void once the combustion of all is complete.
To be with the mystery of fire, one needs the resolve and madness to turn even themselves to ashes.
'...Damn it!'
Don't be afraid, Ian. You're a wizard.
Didn't Eredith teach you?
Haven't you walked into a pit of fire and erged unscathed?
Listen to the voice of the fire.
You will not burn to death.
To survive, he had to sohow listen to the voice of fire.
Ian reminded himself over and over again.
However, the inherent fear that cos with being a living being was hard to shake off.
...
Ian had to admit it.
He wasn't a great fire wizard.
He was a novice wizard who had entered the mystery of fire not by aptitude, but with the help of his status window.
"Ian!"
Facing the oncoming heat, Ian felt intense pain.
The heat seed to explode his entire body, searing his nerves.
Ian's clothes caught fire.
'Focus... concentrate...!'
If he couldn't et with the mystery of fire, Ian would burn to death right here.
That damned space-ti wizard's prophecy would co true.
Ian gritted his teeth, trying to confront the approaching flas.
"Ian!!!"
That's when it happened.
Sothing heavy and soft gently pushed Ian aside.
'... Huh?'
Ian didn't understand what was happening.
It was too confusing.
In Ian's place...
Surrounded by fire.
Was Kira.
Kira had pushed Ian aside and was standing against the wave of fire.
Ian stared blankly at Kira.
Her entire body blazed like a torch.
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