Dark Magus Returns-Novel

The tension in the room was palpable. People were extremely frightened, some shaking, others clinging to each other tightly. A few were biting their nails so hard they started to bleed at the tips of their fingers.

These strangers had killed the Pagna warriors inside and weren't letting any more outside. In that moment, they were praying for anyone, anything to come and save them, and that's when they could see the unlikely discourse taking place between the very group that they were all frightened of.New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on NoᴠᴇFɪre.nᴇt

"What? Do you have a problem with people dying and killing?" Marcus asked.

"I don't have a problem with killing," Raze answered. "Especially if it's those that deserve it."

Raze was acutely aware of the feelings in the room; when he looked at them, he imagined how others felt. These people, uninvolved and just enjoying their lives, were getting punished because of their strong actions, even more so, his strong actions.

When he had first come here, Raze was too obsessed with his revenge and this being a new world that he felt detachment from those around, but he was realizing that all of these people were real people.

As he interacted with more of those from Pagna, he realized he had no issue with dealing with those that were already prepared to risk their lives or those that deserved it, but not those that got involved unnecessarily.

This had always been the case for him. At times, there might be a time where he had no choice but to kill those in front of him because they were getting in his way. They themselves might have not been bad, but it was the consequence of his revenge.

What he never did, no matter how far he went, was kill those that didn't need to be killed. It was never something of joy, and if it could be avoided, he would do so.

"Do I have to explain?" Marcus said as he could feel the energy rising in him. He was a little worried about this strange mage. They had displayed their powers to him clearly a few times, and yet he still was ready to fight them all.

There were only two reasons one would do that: they were overly confident they would win in a fight, or they were a complete idiot, and he hadn't had enough time to decide which one Raze fell into.

"We are not meant to be here, we were never here, and if there is any trace of us left behind, then it could cause larger trouble. You know the greater goal that Alter has? Because of what we do, the world of Pagna can still exist in the state it is in today."

"At first, it's hard to comprehend what we do, but when we realize it, it is just like being in the middle of a war, there are those that you have to take out to make sure everyone else is fine."

When Marcus spoke, it sounded as if he was speaking from experience, but not of anything that he had ever faced in Pagna, but perhaps something more from his world that he had gone through.

"And what would they report, that they saw you using strange weapons that shot out projectiles. They will hardly be able to describe what they saw, and you already said that you were leaving," Raze argued. "Their words won't be enough to stir anything, but do you know what's even stranger?"

"The fact that everyone in this Inn had suddenly died. People die in Pagna over disputes, that is normal, but not regular citizens. If you want more investigations and trouble, then you are doing the right thing."

Hearing those words, Marcus gave a little smirk. "You think you're a smart one, right? With your fancy words, you said it yourself, people from Pagna die any day. They will run an investigation, and there won't be a trace that we were ever here, and they will never suspect we were here.

"And besides, they have heard too much in this conversation. We have to get rid of them now."

Marcus lifted his hand again and shot out a bullet, but standing in its way was Raze. When it touched his chest, the bullet fell to the floor. He was confident since it had managed to stop Tanya's bullet, which seemed more powerful, that it would be able to stop Marcus's as well.

"You're wrong, the people didn't hear a word of what we were talking about, I cast a silent spell and created a dome around us, only we could hear what we were saying," Raze explained.

Barlan looked at the outside and reached out his hand; he could feel the wind currents moving through his fingers.

"He's telling the truth," Barlan answered.

This had caught Marcus by surprise, a surprise that a person so young was thinking ahead in a situation like this.

"Even if they haven't heard what we said, my point is still valid. If you really wish to stop us, then you need to come up with a solution. You can very well say what we are doing is wrong, but it is a result of the current problem, so come up with a solution or try to stop us."

"But if you battle with us, that will be starting a war with the whole of Alter, and you might be stuck in the Demonic Faction."

It was a battle of intense stares, and they were all wondering what was going on. This white-haired kid, why was he sticking up for them? Moreover, they wanted him to somehow convince the others even though they couldn't hear what was happening.

"There is a spell I can cast, a spell that will make them all lose their memory. They will fall asleep, and when we leave, if they wake up, they won't remember what we look like or what happened.

"Either way, this result and your result produce the same outcome."

"Is it true?" Marcus turned to look at Barlan. "Is there such a spell?"

"There is… I don't think he's lying," Barlan answered.

There was silence for a moment while Marcus was thinking on whether or not to trust Raze. If this didn't work, then Raze would have to leave these people be, because helping himself out was more important to him.

But at least he could say he tried to stop the others.

"Alright, go ahead and activate your spell. As you say, killing them all could cause larger problems, not just with the clans but the kingdom itself as well," Marcus then clapped his hands. "Come on, get to work."

Raze started to draw a large circle on the ground. He called to the people to gather them up in the middle in one area so he didn't have to draw as large of a circle and began to go ahead with the runes. But while doing all of this, there was still a problem he needed to solve.

'I understand why Barlan thought I could do this; it's because of my Blazer and its Light Magic properties he must have sensed, but I still have a problem because this spell requires Light Magic to work and I don't have Light Magic.