Revolution of the 8th Class Mage - Chapter 119

Chapter 119

Bertholdo nodded in response to Ian’s question .

“Yes .  Certainly .  His master creation is being stored in that third statue, over there . ”

Craven was said to be the master sculptor .

What sort of power holding sculpture is being stored?

What kind of enhancement can it give him?

A sorcerer’s curiosity kept Ian inquisitive .

The desire to test them became so overwhelming .

“It seems that you’re very curious of Craven’s master creation . ”

Ian did not necessarily deny it .

In fact, he acknowledged it by nodding his head .

“Fran did also .  He could not remain patient when he was curious .  It must be a trait that runs in the Paige family . ”

After reciting quietly as if he has been reminiscing, Bertholdo walked over to Craven .

The baby faced Craven was still sleeping .

“This guy, did you put him to sleep with magic?”

“It was a light spell .  He was acting very impetuous . ”

“No doubt, since he has been hiding behind his memories . ”

Bertholdo’s large palm was extended towards Craven .  More precisely, it wrapped around Craven’s forehead .  It was so big that a single palm was as big as Craven’s head .

“Rise .   My old friend . ”

Ian quietly watched .

He didn’t necessarily feel the flow of mana .

It didn’t appear magic was being used to awaken him .

“You are at your home .  How about stop hiding and coming out?”

“… . . ”

How long has Bertholdo’s whispering been?  Finally, Craven’s regained his consciousness .  He opened his eyes and even surveyed the surroundings .

He took in the images of Bertholdo’s face just before his eyes, Ian, who was watching beside him, the white temple and even the familiar landscape of the Knocking Island .

“I, I’m……”

“Craven .  That is your name . ”

“My name… . . ”

“The world’s greatest sculpture and . ”

“The greatest …… Sculpture . ”

“You are one of the master craftsmen of Fran . ”

“Fran… . . Fran Paige… . . ”

Fran Paige .

It was when he murmured that name .

A transformation took place in Craven’s body .

What used to be brown, his hair turned black .

His skin was also pale until just a moment ago .

In general, he took on the aura that was similar to Bertholdo .

“Aaaak… . . !”

After having to pull his hair and vomit for a while, Craven regained control of his emotions .  Was it because he had an invincible body?  The speed of recovery was not like any other .

“… . . Mr . Bertholdo?”

Craven called Bertholdo, a ‘Mr . ’   It seemed as if though he has recalled his memory for the first time in one to two hundred years, after Fran Paige’s disappearance .  His memory has not returned completely, but had to be pleased with it so far .  Even though he was of a younger age, he has at least became self aware of his ‘existence’ as Craven .

“Looks like you’re back . ”

“How, how did I come here… . . ”

“That gentleman helped you . ”

Craven located Ian as Bertholdo pointed at him .

“Assassin… . . ?”

He murmured in great shock .  Rather than considering Ian as an assassin, it was like a form of after effects of a lot of recollections being collided .

“As I have mentioned before, I’m not an assassin . ”

“Do not approach!  I’ve never stole any bread… . . What, what am I saying right now… . . ”

It seemed the after effects were much severe than thought .

Even after having felt uncomfortable and strange with his own response, he wasn’t able to control himself as he even hid behind Bertholdo .  Of course, as his outward appearance was still a child, it didn’t seem all that awkward .

“Hm, I reckon that some more time maybe needed . ”

“I agree . ”

Ian expressed an agreement to Bertholdo’s assessment .

It was the weight of the memories that have been stored over hundreds of years .

It probably wasn’t easy to shake that off .

Perhaps, it may be impossible .

“Mr .  Mr . Bertholdo . ”

“Hm?”

“Have you taken out… . . the master piece, made for Fran?”

“Ah, as you can see . ”

Craven’s eyes sparkled immediately .

The first dragon storage sculpture that was holding the robe .

He was looking at now what is an empty storage .

“How come… . . ?”

“There, his descendant has come . ”

“That assassin… . . Mr . Assassin is the descendant?  Fran’s descendant?”

Strange title has been made as he suffered from both the after effects and the present time .

Craven fell into deep thoughts after seeing Ian, whom he called ‘Mr . Assassin’ .

“Then, I will also… . . ”

Finally having decided on something, he began to move towards another location .

And that location was the third sculpture .

It was the sculpture, in which his own master piece was being stored .

Shrrrrrrrr-!

Craven injected his mana into the third dragon sculpture .  Its mouth cracked wide open and out flowed bright light .  The master piece that was inside also fell with a slow parachuting spell .

Tuck!

Craven’s creation fell on to the ground and rolled .

However, the identity of the piece seemed quite unique .

The long eight master pieces in all .

No matter how hard he looked .

‘Stakes… . . ?’

They were heavy, thick and white metal stakes .

At least that’s how they came across to Ian .

‘Those plain looking stakes are master pieces?’

Irrespective of whether Ian was having doubts or not, Craven appeared pleased as he picked up one of the stakes .  Then he crawled into the sculpture through under the tail .  It was a behavior that couldn’t be explained at all .

“What are you doing?”

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“Well, I’m not too sure, myself . ”

Bertholdo, too, could not understand Craven’s behavior .

“I’ll also show you the master piece that I’ve made . ”

After murmuring shyly, Craven began to hammer in the stake at a spot below the dragon sculpture’s tail .

It wasn’t being done by brute force .  There had been a premade fitting hole in the first place .

“If you were to hammer in the stake… . . Right here, like this… . . ”

As the stake was being hammered deep into the spot under the sculpture’s tail, the reason behind storing a plain looking stake, which Craven has created, was being slowly revealed .

“Assassin… . . I mean, let me introduce it to you, his descendant!”

With the immediate change in the verbal title for Ian,

An awesome site began to display in the middle of the island .

To say it in one word… . . , It moved .

What has actually moved?

The sculpture into which the stake had been hammered into .

That is, the gigantic foot of the sculpture .

The long neck and tail .

Along with the wings .

“Dradragon… . . ”

After introducing the name, Craven’s attention moved towards the sculpture .  To be exact, he examined the order in which the sculptures were lined up .  The sculpture that moved was the third one from the left .

“Number 3!”

The dragon sculpture that looked exactly like that of a live dragon .

That white sculpture began to flap its wings .

There also spewed blue light out of its sculpted eyes .