SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar-Novel

It was a bit—no, who am I kidding? Extremely—awkward.

I simply stood there, watching as the siblings smothered themselves with love, not caring about those who watched.

The Prince was wearing silver armor, similar to what his sister had on. The design was intricate, and I could tell that it was meant for Royalty.

Behind the Prince, was the army my Automatons spotted.

I could see the uncomfortable and impatient looks on their faces. The General—a woman—was especially not very thrilled by this development.

Her brown hair and sharply earnest looks reminded me of that deputy I saw back when our group was talking with Freya.

Her emotion, same as that of the other Elf Soldiers, was seething.

I could understand why.

‘They’re worried about what happened to the Eastern Territory.’

The fact the Princess was here meant that she either abandoned the Borders, or that it had been obliterated.

I found it hard that someone with Freya’s personality would abandon anything in her care, and I was sure the other Elves shared my sentiment.

But, fear and anxiety could often make a person think the worst of another.

In this case, it was more plausible that Freya fled.

At least, that would give the army some hope that there was still an Eastern Border to rescue… as well as someone to direct their negative emotions to.

‘Many of them should have families, friends, or acquaintances there. It’s no wonder that they readily mobilized even though they would be fighting Demon Beasts…’

Watching both brother and sister snuggle it up must have been quite agitating for the other Elves.

‘Then… should I interfere?’

Fortunately, I didn’t need to. The General beat me to the game.

She approached the reunited Elven Royalty and spoke up.

“Prince Claudius, Princess Freya. I think it’s best to ascertain what exactly has happened to the Eastern Border.” She bowed respectfully as she spoke.

As expected of the poise of an Elf. It never ceased to amaze me.

“O-Oh, that’s true…” The Prince, addressed as Claudius, finally detached himself from his sister.

Freya too, realizing how thoughtless both their actions had been, took a few steps backward.

For some reason, she even looked at me with an embarrassed expression.

Like, what was my business with their family reunion?

‘Don’t drag me into this!’ Was the stance I strictly took.

“What happened, Freya? The Demon Beasts. The danger… how are you here? What about… him?” Claudius shot me a glance, as though telling me he hadn’t forgotten about my existence.

As expected of Elves. This discrimination is just a bit…

“A-ah, yes. Don’t worry, the Eastern Border issue has been completely resolved. In fact, that’s one of the reasons we came here…” Freya said, signaling me to draw closer to her.

‘Aye, aye, captain.’ I thought to myself, swiftly obeying her.

I stood a little behind her, bowing to both the Prince and the General behind him.

“May the Spirits bless our meeting.”

They nodded, hiding their surprise at my etiquette.

“This man is a human from the Eastern Kingdom. He was sent alongside an Envoy to deliver a message of goodwill. They rescued our people from the Demon Beasts and even purified the entire area.”

At this point, the General and Claudius couldn’t hide their surprise.

They both knew better than to doubt Freya, so they could only stare at me with shock and awe.

“We teleported here to inform you about this, and also to resolve some pertinent matters.”

As she rushed them with a lot of information, Claudius changed his gaze when staring at me.

Even the hardened General’s face softened up once she realized that everything was fine.

It was supposed some time to explain to them, but thanks to Freya’s articulate speech, she summarized the incident.

The whole thing didn’t even last ten minutes.

Of course, the Princess made sure to omit some sensitive matters that could only be heard by Royalty, or those of importance.

Since the whole Army was present, it wasn’t exactly the right time to divulge matters concerning the proposed Alliance.

Claudius and the General understood this, so they didn’t ask about the several holes in Freya’s story.

By the time she was done, everyone was looking at me differently.

Their gazes, initially filled with slight skepticism and suspicion, morphed into gratitude.

Claudius and the General especially thanked me, even going as far as bowing to express their gratitude.

“Please, don’t do that. As we are still on existing protocol, let us meet somewhere more private to have an informal conversation.” I smiled.

Both were surprised by my consistent utilization of manners, granting me more prestige.

Having no choice but to agree with me, the Prince and General decided to trust Freya’s words and my judgment.

“Since Freya has demanded that the Backup Force reached the Eastern Border before any further action on your part is made, I will be ensuring you arrive there as soon as possible.”

“H-hold on, you still think you can teleport this many people?!”

The moment Freya asked this question, I stared at her with a confident expression playing on my face.

“After spending so long with me, do you still believe any of my words are empty?”

“That… I just…”

She was at a loss for words.

Common sense and even advanced logic made it blatantly clear that it was impossible to achieve such Mass Teleportation.

It wasn’t that she didn’t believe me, but it was just beyond understanding; which was why I had to show her concept of what was possible and impossible was flawed.

“Then… show me.” She smiled defiantly, gazing at me with a piercing gaze.

“Prove me wrong!”

A part of her appeared to be hopeful, excited even, to see what kind of miracle I would pull off.

That part was plenty for me to work on.

“Very well. Let’s do this.”

The other Elves probably thought I was crazy, but they couldn’t refute Freya’s words and my unhindered confidence.

So, they just fell silent and watched.

Their eyes were fixated on me, ready to witness a miracle.

‘A hundred thousand, uh? I’ve never transported so many before…’ A smile formed on my face as I glanced around.

‘… Is that what they think?’