Volume 2 - Chapter 305
The Great Mage Returns after 4000 Years (Season 2) – Chapter 305
Translator: Seven
Editors: Ana_Banana, Yahiko
Snow looked at Lukas’ face.
Hope.
Compared to the despair that seemed to cover his face, there was a tiny glimmer of hope hidden in his eyes.
Even Snow couldn’t help but want to satisfy this man’s small hope.
“I’ve never heard that name before.”
But she couldn’t.
If she did that, it would be a deception that went far beyond a simple lie, and it might have terrible consequences.
“…Great Mage.”
Nevertheless, Lukas continued to ask questions.
“What comes to mind when you think of the title Great Mage?”
“Wizards who managed to reach 9 stars. Like Cairo and Diablo.”
“Is there a circle called the Trowman Rings?”
“Trowman Rings? This is my first time hearing about it?”
“10 years ago… how did Lord die?”
“At the hands of the Circle’s heroes, including myself, Ivan and Iris.”
“…I… see.”
Lukas slowly lowered his head.
Snow looked down at him with her arms folded.
“I’m not sure what’s going on. This Queen was going to train you for a month as promised, but… things have changed. At best, I can only train you for about a week. And that’s a very tight timeframe to learn swordsmanship.”
The meeting could roughly be considered to have gone well.
Even though it was unstable, Snow, Ivan and Iris had agreed to form a temporary alliance until they dealt with Diablo.
The preliminary work such as selecting subjugation squads, investigating Matuui, and formation of a siege network would take at least two or three months after which they would begin their full scale assault.
As the leader of the Anti Circle Alliance, there was a lot that Snow had to do. No matter how interested she was in Lukas, she couldn’t invest more than a week into him at the moment.
“After that, I planned to send you to a talent development centre established by the alliance, but… Now it feels like you are no longer motivated to accomplish your goals.”
“…”
“I will give you one more day. If you don’t make up your mind by then, this Queen will leave you behind.”
With those words, Snow left the library.
Lukas’ gaze fell back to the book he had been reading.
[Magic Warrior King Kasajin]
[Sword King Lucid]
[Black Witch Iris Phisfounder]
[Great Sage Schweiser Strow]
Not there.
[As the existence of the Demigods was slowly revealed to the surface, so too were the achievements of the four heroes who fought desperately against them in the past.]
[The situation 4,000 years ago was much worse than it is now. Conflicts between humans were much more frequent, countless monsters roamed the continent, and the relations between races was by no means smooth.]
Not there.
[In such an era, they were the heroes who gained the ability to threaten the Demigods, gathered talents regardless of race, and eventually fought for freedom in a situation where there were many traitors among them.]
…Not there.
Lukas closed the book. For two days, he’d read countless books in the library.
Nevertheless, it wasn’t there.
There was no book in which the name Lukas Trowman had been written.
Crunch.
He grit his teeth.
He couldn’t accept it.
There was no way he could accept it.
Lukas got up from his seat.
…Lukas? A common name?
He looked for another book.
This library was very large.
—At the hands of heroes of the Circle, including myself, Ivan and Iris…
He’d spent two days, but he hadn’t even read 10% of the books there.
So there was still hope.
There had to be a record of Lukas in a book that he hadn’t yet found.
In particular, he focused on the older texts.
On information from 4,000 years ago…
—I too… am hearing it for the first time.
“…”
Tuk.
Lukas’ hand, which was reached for another book, fell helplessly.
…He’d already read hundreds of books.
Nevertheless, it wasn’t there. It was nowhere.
As if Lukas Trowman had completely disappeared from this world.
Lukas returned to his seat.
There, he saw the teacup. Still half filled with the black tea Snow had made for him.
Gulp.
He swallowed the rest of the tea in one large gulp.
It was cold.
* * *
He stopped reading books. He realised that it was just a meaningless act. It was something that any logical person would be able to understand.
This fact let Lukas realise that his composure had been greatly shaken.
‘There isn’t much to think about.’
He regained his cool, his calm.
Then he analysed the situation properly.
He had been perplexed for a while, but that didn’t mean he was at his wit’s end.
After thinking about it carefully, he realised that this situation wasn’t impossible at all.
Of course, ordinary people would either think that the entire world had gone mad or they had gone mad.
But Lukas knew of a being that was capable of doing something like this.
‘God.’
A being that had a hand in the creation of every creature in the universe, and who was capable of making records that had already been written blank.
Right.
God could do it.
In fact, erasing all traces of the human Lukas Trowman couldn’t even be considered a difficult task for that being.
He’d probably done something to make things like this.
This made it clear to Lukas what he needed to do.
He had to meet God.
He also knew how to do it.
As long as he regained his position of Absolute, God would appear before him even if he didn’t want to meet him.
“…good.”
What he needed to do had been decided.
Lukas got up from his seat and left the library. He had no more time to waste there.
…A way to get stronger.
As he’d thought before, it would be better to learn swordsmanship from Snow first. At the very least, there were no Sword Masters in this world that could surpass her.
Although it was a pity that their time had been limited to a week, it was clear that this was an opportunity that mere Swordsmen could only dream of.
Krrr….
The sky rumbled. Lukas looked up at the dark clouds above him. Dark clouds were continuously rolling in. He felt that it was exceptionally dark considering the time, but this was just a precursor to the rain that was about to fall.
Pat pat pat.
Finally, the rain began to fall.
Nevertheless, Lukas chose to continue walking instead of entering a building.
Come to think of it, where was he going?
Ah. He was going to find Snow.
Shaaaa-
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The cold rainwater pounded his skin. In the blink of an eye, his entire body was thoroughly soaked. Nevertheless, he continued to walk.
The heavy rain wasn’t unwelcome in his current situation. In fact, the rhythmic pattering of the raindrops on his body allowed him to clear his head. So now he had the chance to think carefully.
About what he would do from now on. About where he’d find Snow.
‘…If.’
Nevertheless, the thoughts that he didn’t want and shouldn’t have kept creeping into his mind like the memories of a past nightmare.
‘If no one remembers me.’
His instincts cried out in alarm, telling him that it was dangerous to think more deeply about this.
‘If no one was waiting for my return.’
But he couldn’t stop them.
Lukas’ inner musings continued until they reached the final knot.
‘…what is the point of everything I’ve done so far?’
Boom!
Thunder roared.
Lukas looked up at the sky. He saw bolts of lightning spread across the sky, like cracks in the void.
“Huu.”
He let out a slow breath. The tension in his body relaxed and his mind became calm.
Using all the methods he knew, he was able to calm his turbulent mind.
‘It’s the same as it’s always been.’
Nothing had changed.
He was in a desperate and seemingly hopeless situation, but he had a plan and the means to get through it.
All that was left was his mindset.
To not stop. To not give up.
The things he had to do and the goals he had to achieve were clear.
So… all he had to do was overcome this setback and get back on his feet.
All he had to do was step over the numerous obstacles blocking his path and reach the faint light hidden behind them.
Just like he’d always done until now.
…That was all.
Lukas started walking again.
But he didn’t get far before his weight shifted because of the slippery, muddy ground.
He’d taken a big step with his right leg and tried to carry his weight, but it didn’t work as he’d hoped.
Bang.
“…”
With a loud thud, he fell face first onto the ground. He was given a taste of thick mud and bitter failure at the same time.
At that moment, more than ever, he felt that his limp was bothersome.
His left arm, through which he couldn’t apply any strength, felt pathetic.
And his body, which couldn’t hold mana, felt empty.
Lukas wanted to lift his head to look at the sky, but contrary to his thoughts, his gaze shifted downward instead.
Soon after, when his head was completely lowered, he could see nothing but the dark mud path.
Lukas fell silent for a while.
…That day could be considered to be unusually loud.
“…it’s hard.”
So no one heard that murmur.