A Wizard's Secret

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Night came especially early during the cold winter. The somber sky just moments ago had turned into pitch darkness.

Count Selin quickly ignited the candles and as the strong wind blew, the vulnerable candle flames shook. However, everyone was at a loss when they realized that both Merilung and the black-robed old man had disappeared without a sound.

Suddenly, a muffled noise filled the space. Right there in that empty darkness, Merlin once again felt the vague fluctuation of Elements that was emitted from Merilung. It was as if the black void of space had been twisted and distorted.

That was the fluctuation of Dark Elements!

"Whoosh!"

Two silhouettes appeared out of thin air like ghosts. In an instant, Merilung and the black-robed old man came back into sight and filled the empty spots.

However, both men appeared rather disheveled, especially the black-robed old man. His face gradually turned rosy, and it even began to shake uncontrollably.

"Cough, cough…"

As the black-robed old man coughed violently, his cheeks were seared with a flaming red blush, as if blood was going to seep out from his skin. It was something especially frightening to witness in the silent night.

"Darkness-type spell is indeed impressive!"

The black-robed old man finally stopped coughing and tilted his head backward. There was an unmistakable quiver in his voice. Merlin then recognized that the Mind fluctuation on the black-robed old man who was accompanied by hints of agitated Elements.

It included Fire Elements, Earth Elements, as well as Wind Elements. However, these Spell Models constructed by the black-robed old man seemed to be getting out of control. The black-robed old man, in return, forced his Mind Power to stabilize those agitated Spell Models.

Yet victory was already distinguished by the time Merilung and the black-robed old man disappeared.

"Not bad, old man! I've killed a roaming wizard once. He was a First-level spell Caster, and it was a difficult process. Hehe, you were out of my expectation - your combat ability is actually on par with that First-level spell Caster. It's no wonder you've made it out alive from the Slaughterhouse. However, the Spell Models you've constructed are not stabilized. How're you going to protect Selin if you can't even fend for yourself?"

Although Merilung looked rather pale himself, the fluctuation of Elements on him was still strong and vibrant. This meant that he was not severely injured. The black-robed old man was defeated instead!

Due to the instability of Spell Models in his body, like Cook, the black-robed old man had lost half of his combat ability.

When Merilung shifted his attention onto Count Selin, the corner of his lips curled into a ferocious smile as he approached him slowly.

The moment Merilung came nearer, Lady Shelly, who was full of life earlier stood motionless. Her face turned pale as her lips quivered, and she hid behind Count Selin for protection.

Although Count Selin had more than ten thousand knights and numerous Elemental Swordsmen under his command, not one of them could protect him from Merilung at this moment.

Count Selin took in a deep breath. He drew the greatsword from his back and pushed Shelly, who had been hiding behind him toward Merlin. "Wizard Merlin, take Shelly out of this place. She shouldn't die here!" he said with mixed feelings.

Count Selin looked at Shelly fondly and shouted at Merilung again, "Come on, Merilung! This is my castle, the castle of great Count Kaproh Selin! No one can go against my will in this place. Your father went against me and betrayed Prakash City and that's why he deserved to be dead! Haha, that ridiculous Nelson knelt in front of me like a coward as he pleaded for my forgiveness…"

"However, I, Kaproh Selin, am not a coward!"

Count Selin's face was flushed red. At the same time, his greatsword flashed an earthy-yellowish brilliance that shrouded almost his entire figure.

Unexpectedly, Count Selin who appeared so honorable and graceful was a Third-level Earth Swordsman as well!

"My father was not a coward! Selin, you're the real coward. Haha, you want your daughter to walk out of here alive? Then I'll kill her first!"

With a ferocious smile on his face, Merilung shifted his attention directly at Shelly who was struck with a panic.

"Wizard Merlin, please take her out of here. This is my final request!"

Count Selin's expression changed as he urged Merlin.

On the other hand, Merlin did not budge an inch. He inhaled deeply and said in a calm tone as he glanced toward Merilung who was gradually approaching him. "I'm truly sorry, Count Selin, that I'm unable to fulfill your final request. I've just traveled an arduous journey from the Kingdom of Light to Prakash City. I'm exhausted; I don't want to escape anymore!"

Yet disregarding Count Selin's astonishment, Merlin's left hand gently stroked the Bell Pendant which was hung in front of his chest. He had already decided in his heart.

"You?"

Merilung looked at Merlin and sneered, "Get out!"

"Swish!"

Merilung flicked his finger and a group of fireballs immediately blasted in front of Merlin. Merilung's Fire-type spell was different from Merlin's Fireball. Although they were both Zero-level spells, Merilung's Fire-type spell focused on extensive killing.

Hence, the sea of fire that was released by Merilung covered an extensive area that left Merlin no chance to escape.

"Frost!"

There was no point in escaping if it was not a possibility.

Merlin had fought with Wizard Jason before but Merlin realized afterward that Wizard Jason appeared to be slightly distinctive from other Spell Casters. Or perhaps, he was very different from Merlin, Merilung, or any other Spell Casters from the Kingdom of Blackmoon.

Merlin could not tell what the differences were, but it was just a feeling he had after engaging in a face-to-face fight.

However, Merilung, who was standing in front of him now was a true Spell Caster - a disciple from a strong spell casters' organization like the Abyss Fort. He was indeed extremely powerful as his strength greatly exceeded the free wizards no matter if it was casting spells or constructing Spell Models.

Despite that, Merlin was not frightened to deal with the strongest. On the contrary, he yearned for a chance like this - to have a true fight with a real Spell Caster!

"Click."

Merlin narrowed his eyes and cast a Frost at the sea of flames. Instantaneously, a cold sensation spread across the room and covered an expansive area of flame, even thick layers of ice crystal formed on the ground.

Under the chilling attack, the raging sea of flame gradually died out. Merilung was originally heading forward, but he was stunned that he eventually stopped his footsteps.

Now, Merilung finally shifted his attention onto Merlin and he frowned at the appearance of another Spell Caster in this place.

However, in his eyes, there was no such thing as moving backward!