A Wizard’s Secret

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Before a colossal castle, three Seventh-level Spell Casters were blocked by a Runic Magic Circle hence they could do nothing but wait outside quietly.

“Can we succeed this time? It’s been three months…”

“The southern Spell Caster world is now completely controlled by Ozmu. We can only go to Ozmu but the headquarters of Ozmu is enigmatic, and no one could locate it. We can only go through their strongholds that are scattered all over the southern Spell Caster world, hoping that they’ll pass a message to their headquarters.”

These three lofty Spell Casters, despite holding a high position, still maintained a sense of humility before this castle. After all, this was the stronghold of Ozmu, the true master of the southern Spell Caster world.

Soon enough, some Spell Casters exited from the castle. One of the female Wizards in the lead said coldly, “Come on. Wizard Hubbell is willing to see you.”

Following that, the three Spell Casters were brought into the castle.

“Welcome, my friends from the royal family who’ve traveled a long distance. We meet again!”

In the hall of the castle, an old Wizard with a head of silver hair, and dressed in a long black Wizard robe smiled as he greeted the three visiting Spell Casters.

The three Spell Casters bowed slightly, then said in a helpless manner, “Honorable Wizard Hubbell, this is the second time we’ve paid you a visit! Three months ago, we came as representatives of His Majesty of the Kingdom of Blackmoon, bearing a request in hopes that Ozmu would send some powerful Wizards to join the royal family in stopping the Church of Light’s activities. I wonder if there have been any updates from your headquarters?”

These three Seventh-level Spell Casters were special envoys of the Blackmoon King, here to communicate with Ozmu, hoping that they could stop the Church of Light together.

A succession of wars had already caused the Blackmoon royal family disastrous loses. Meanwhile, the Church of Light, for some reason, had substantially increased its powers. By now, it was closing in step by step. The balance of power between these two had been disrupted. The Blackmoon royal family had no choice but to seek help from the Spell Caster world.

Wizard Hubbell kept up his smile, saying serenely, “Up until now, Ozmu Headquarters still hasn’t sent any messages. Please wait for a while more.”

The three Seventh-level Wizards of the Blackmoon royal family shifted their expressions slightly, and exchanged glances. Thereafter, they took a deep breath and said hoarsely, “Since there are no updates, we’ll go back and wait!”

With that, the three Spell Casters took their leave.

After the three of them had left, Wizard Hubbell’s face gradually darkened in a sinister manner, and he laughed icily. “Humph, the Blackmoon royal family? We’ll take care of the northern Spell Caster world before we’ll get to you! Since when would Spell Casters obey the orders of a puny royal family?”

Wizard Hubbell’s words were not heard by the three Spell Casters but as soon as they left the castles, their expressions turned unpleasant.

“D*mn it! Ozmu doesn’t take the royal family into account at all.”

“What do we do now?”

They had received the king’s orders three months ago but even now they still had not gotten in touch with Ozmu Headquarters, much less obtain Ozmu’s assistance.

“Now, we can only report everything as it is to His Majesty the King.”

“That’s all we can do…”

The three Spell Casters clenched their fists tightly, and soon, they had vanished without a trace.

…

In the dazzling and splendorous palace, the king who wore a purple gold crown listened to the report of the Spell Casters below, wearing a gloomy expression.

“Your Majesty, there’s a recent message from the south, saying that Ozmu isn’t paying attention to the special envoys of the royal family.”

After they had finished, the Spell Casters below did not dare to look up. They knew very well that this king before them had grand plans and high ambitions. Back when he was just the eighth prince, he had gotten involved in government affairs. Thereafter, he became the king, and further developed the entire Kingdom of Blackmoon.

It was just that the Kingdom of Blackmoon was now faced with the Holy Light Empire’s Church of Light. Ever since the Church of Light had annexed a few small kingdoms, and established the Holy Light Empire with the Church of Light as the ruler, its power had advanced tremendously. By now, it had even started a crusade against heresy.

As for the Kingdom of Blackmoon which had been growing rapidly, it was no match for the Church of Light. Any clashes against the Church of Light only resulted in progressive losses, which was hard to believe.

The king with the purple gold crown was silent in thought for a moment, then said with an unchanging expression, “I’ve expected this long ago. Ozmu is currently busy dealing with the northern Spell Caster world. Why would they help the royal family? In addition, I’m afraid that to Ozmu, this royal family is an obstacle as well, which must be eliminated sooner or later! Heh, but who in the entire Spell Caster world knows that the Church of Light is the biggest threat? They’re no longer as easy to handle as they were before…”

Ever since the eighth prince had become the king, he felt in complete control of every aspect. However, this time, faced with the Church of Light, he was gripped by a profound sense of powerlessness.

“Your Majesty, before Ozmu controlled the southern Spell Caster world, the Three Major Spell Caster organizations of the southern Spell Caster world would always lend their assistance during each war against the Church of Light. However, Ozmu isn’t providing the slightest support. If this goes on, we’d be hard-pressed to defeat the Church of Light by relying solely on the strength of the royal family. How about if we send someone to the northern Spell Caster world? There are the Seven Major Spell Caster organizations, so perhaps they might send their forces…”

Before the Spell Caster could finish, the eighth prince shook his head. “Forget about it. The northern Spell Caster world is now dealing with Ozmu who is closing in. They’re even at a critical juncture now, so how would they be willing to send Wizards to aid us in defeating the Church of Light? It’s better to take care of this ourselves. I’ll pay a visit to the Elders’ Court, and invite the elders to take this on. I believe this would slightly reduce the pressure we’re facing on the front lines.”

The eighth prince knew that even if he had mobilized the Elders’ Court, the royal family’s power alone was incapable of resisting the Church of Light. Instead, he hoped that the victor of the conflict between Ozmu and the northern Spell Caster world would be quickly determined. Only then might the royal family obtain support from the Spell Caster world…

Following that, the eighth prince stood up, and hurried toward the Elders’ Court.

…

In the frigid Subzero Snowfield, snow was falling heavily with flakes the size of feathers. Even though it was a city built by Spell Casters, they had to utilize a Runic Magic Circle to block off the chilly wind.

Frost City was now the most prosperous place in the entire Subzero Snowfield. The Dark Magic Region, who ruled Frost City, had already unified Subzero Snowfield completely.

“Wizard Merlin, after one month, we’ve finally managed to unify the entire Subzero Snowfield completely. The remaining Spell Casters of Bloodlion Tower and Sleet Fort are willing to join our Spell Caster Alliance!”

Wizard Seymour was reporting to Merlin in detail about the matters of Subzero Snowfield. Ever since they had defeated Bloodlion Tower and Sleet Fort, there was only one major faction – the Dark Magic Region – in Subzero Snowfield. Unifying the entire Subzero Snowfield was only a matter of time.

Nonetheless, it had been a problem dealing with those remaining Spell Casters. It was impossible that everyone should be allowed to join the Dark Magic Region for the selection process was very strict.

In the end, it was Merlin who had suggested setting up a new faction called the Spell Caster Alliance. This would benefit the unification of the Spell Caster world in the future too.

By now, Wizard Seymour no longer had any doubts regarding Merlin’s “ravings” about unifying the entire Spell Caster world. In the past month, he had even made a trip to the southern Spell Caster world just to help Merlin find updates on Ozmu.

“Wizard Seymour, the matters of Subzero Snowfield aren’t much of a concern. In general, everything’s under the control of the Spell Caster Alliance! What I need is information about Ozmu Headquarters. Did you manage to find out anything?”

Merlin asked in a calm voice.

“The headquarters of Ozmu? Wizard Merlin, I’ve already asked around for a long time but no one knows where Ozmu Headquarters really is. Nevertheless, Ozmu has strongholds scattered all over the southern Spell Caster world. Perhaps we could obtain the location of their headquarters from one of those strongholds.”

Merlin shut his eyes lightly. He had been delayed in Subzero Snowfield for too long. He needed to speed up the process of unifying the entire Spell Caster world. After all, according to what he understood, the current Kingdom of Blackmoon would not be able to hold on much longer.

“I’ll make a journey to the southern Spell Caster world myself!”

Merlin stood up, and exited the castle. He gently patted the head of the three-headed dragon, saying quietly, “Come on, let’s go to war!”

“Roar…”

The three-headed dragon appeared to be extremely thrilled. It spread its wings and instantly carried Merlin into the sky, flying toward the south.