Infinite Mage (Novel) Chapter 154


"Can you handle it? His Schema will not be at the level of cadets."

"Even so, we have no other choice, right? I have to do it."

Rian slowly advanced with the Ogent's symbol, the greatsword, hanging on the ground. On the contrary, Tess moved to the side as if to get out of Falcoa's line of sight.

It was a standard two-person formation, but Falcoa didn't seem to care.

If he, who was known as the 'demon of the battlefield,' were to be manipulated by these novices, how much would those who lost their lives to his blade laugh at him?

Rian said honestly, holding out his greatsword.

"Come at me. I'll take you on."

But before he could finish speaking, Falcoa was already close by. It was an instantaneous acceleration beyond imagination.


The tip of Rian's nose wrinkled as he defended himself against the long sword that was struck vertically. It was not a collision between swords, but rather a shock from a blow by sledgehammer.

"What is it? Already giving up?"

Falcoa wildly slashed at the greatsword. Rian's knees buckled with each impact. Eventually, he couldn't endure and put his knee to the ground.


The muscles in the arm holding the straight sword spasmed. At that moment, Falcoa's kick struck his solar plexus.

Rian's body rolled away on the ground like a ball.


Tess let out a regretful shout. The situation already seemed to be over. However, contrary to Falcoa's expectations, Rian suddenly sprang to his feet.

In addition to physical strength that went beyond common sense, tenacity was also one of Rian's strengths.

"Phew, I've got a general idea now. You're at this level, huh?"

Falcoa's eyebrows twitched. However, Rian didn't stop there; he pointed his greatsword directly and provoked his opponent.

"Good. The real fight starts now. Come at me as much as you like."

“Kekekek, I’ll kill you.”

The corners of Falcoa's mouth were torn all the way up to his ears.

He was exactly as he was when he was called the demon of the battlefield.


Shirone opened the door and entered the building. Unbefitting a place used by a mercenary band, a tidy living room was revealed, and potted plants were lined up under the window where the sun shone.

“Where is Jis’ sister?”

Shirone went around each room. When he opened the third door, he froze, gripping the doorknob.

A pleasant fragrance came from the room. A red carpet was laid, and above it, beds and desks were arranged to standard.

Shirone looked at the woman sitting on the bed. He had only vaguely thought she would be here when he heard Tess' words, but the shock of actually encountering her was immense.

"Oh, you came, Shirone. Have you been well?"

"Marsha noona..."

Marsha was undoubtedly the head of the organization that kidnapped Yuna. Yet, she was smiling with a face so warm it was impossible to entertain such thoughts.

“Did you get home safely that day? Have you made up with your friend?”

Shirone swallowed the answer that was stuck in his throat. Marsha seemed to know he was coming but had not handed over Yuna.

"You already know, don't you? You must have heard everything."

“Oh my, why are you doing this, Shirone, it’s scary. Are you angry with this noona? I'm sorry for deceiving you back then."

As Marsha approached coquettishly, Shirone retreated the same distance away.

“Whoa, you really seem mad. What should I do for you to forgive this noona? Should I kneel and beg here? I'll do it if you want me to."

“Please give Jis’ sister back. That’s all I ask for.”

"Aha! So that's it? Oh my, you should have told me sooner. I misunderstood and thought you were picking a fight with me. Though, good-natured Shirone wouldn’t do such a thing. What a relief."

Shirone was confused. Who is this person? She couldn't understand her behavior, as if she was experiencing a different world and situation.

"Where is Yuna?"

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