227 chapter 227
"Most certainly," Valarie said, nodding. "The enemy is concerned that dealing with you will get more difficult as you grow stronger."
Zavier scratched the back of his head, distressed, and depressed.
Valarie gently patted the top of his head and comfortingly stated, "Relax, I'll fix it. I will create a barrier to conceal your aura, which is why I became one of your guards."
This action reminded Zavier of the annoying but cute girl, and he unconsciously remembered the clones who were eaten by the black slime. His sick experiences and emotions caused him to frown.
He and the clones acted as Hansa's guards in the previous perilous environment, but then something awful happened.
"What's the matter with you? Where are you having trouble?" Valarie noticed his painful expression and inquired worriedly.
"Guardians like you, are they okay?" Zavier inquired after a brief pause.
Valarie clearly didn't anticipate him to ask such a question; her expression shifted from sadness to pain to reluctance to relief, "They all have the best place for themselves."
It was an obvious question.
People would undoubtedly die in this world, but Zavier didn't want anyone to perish as a result of his actions. But, sadly, he couldn't make such decisions any more.
"Let's not go there; let me set your bounds."
Valarie remarked this as she reached down to take his top off.
"What are you going to do?" Zavier inquired, his face flushed and angry.
"It's a specific border that requires a charm to be drawn on your skin," Valarie said with an uncertain smile. "then why else I'm pulling your clothing off?"
....
After he put the border on, Zavier looked in the mirror at the design that looked like a tattoo on his stomach and wondered, "Will it come off in the shower?"
Valarie's left crescent-shaped earring is emitting a wave of mana at this time. "I have other things I need to take care of, I'll see you later sometime," she added, her face immediately turning work-like. She promptly pushed the door open and walked away.
"My aura has been dropped to E level," Zavier grumbled, "I guess I'll have to be busy in the university later." He seemed to be able to hear the voices of his classmates who were questioning him in the future.
The good news was that he was used to terrible things happening to him, whether in his past or present life.
He arrived at Harry's house without any notice after dealing with certain emotions.
He took a deep breath before knocking, but was astonished to hear, "Come in," from inside.
He opened the door to find Harry dressed casually in what appeared to be trousers and a turtleneck sweater.
"I knew you'd get into difficulty, nobody doesn't have doubts when using potion," Harry smiled. "But you arrived considerably later than I expected, indicating that you attempted to tackle the problem on your own. Well, well... not bad for my future apprentice, your talent and effort exceed my expectations..."
Harry was speaking to himself like a prophet, as if he had planned a belly-laugh in anticipation of his arrival and then to demonstrate his cleverness. When he finally spotted Zavier, he froze like a fool.
"What the fuck!" he exclaimed, as if someone had kicked him in the shin, "what the hell have you gotten yourself into?"
"I remember you were a C rank a few days ago, how come you're down to an E rank now?" he went forward and grabbed Zavier's arm, asking him. "Didn't you just drink the entire bottle of potion?"
"It tastes quite decent," Zavier said, nodding his head.
Harry's expression was filled with shock, then his eyes shifted to the floor and he shook his head, "It's over, it's over, it's over... A brilliant genius has passed away here. You're such a moron! A fool, definitely!"
"Hey! That is something I should have considered. I should not have given you the potion bottle. It'd been nothing if my reputation suffers! If I could go back in time, I would have taught you how to properly protect yourself."
He kept talking to himself like a lunatic in a fit of rage.
"You no longer look closely at my aura?" Zavier said as he clapped his fingers to wake him up.
Harry seemed perplexed at first, then seemed to discover something. "Borders?" he inquired of Zavier. Then he lifted Zavier's blouse and noticed the runes on his tummy.
"Don't just lift people's garments without permission!" Zavier was outraged and defended himself.
"I knew it, I knew it!" Harry exclaimed, jumping and laughing like a lunatic.
He finally relaxed and questioned, "What are you doing getting a shield type border for nothing? Why are you keeping your true rank hidden?"
Zavier did not respond positively, saying, "It's my personal secret."
"Potion's impact is scarcely beneficial above A level unless rare and precious ingredients are included," Harry reminded him. "Many mages cannot overcome this obstacle in their lifetime, and you should be aware of this."
Zavier was relieved because he hadn't expected him to see through his genuine status so quickly. After all, this formidable old guy was one of the world's few SSS-ranked wizards.
Zavier could not get rid of the old man Harry who continued to pester him about the true results of the potion ingestion. The shield boundary placed by Valarie was more effective than he had thought. Although Harry could tell that the true level of Zavier's strength was far more than that, he was unable to determine the extent of it which made him curious beyond the normal range.
Zavier held the helm of his shirt with both hands in defense as the old man tried to lift his shirt up without any notice every time his curiosity got the better of him.
"I will remove this boundary for a minute. Don't worry, I will replace it before leaving. Come here. Why are you resisting? Are you a little girl? Why are you looking at me like I am some kind of a monster?"
Looking from afar the scene depicted the picture of an old man trying to tear away the shirt of a high school student while the student tried to protect his innocence with both hands firmly grasping the edge of his shirt with an unwilling look on his face.
Thankfully for the both of them, no one was around to create a misunderstanding of that level.
"Stay away from me. I don't associate with people who swing that way." Zavier finally lost his marbles as he said out loud.
"HEY, don't slander me. I am a ladies' man through and through. You have seen it as well, haven't you?" Harry reminded Zavier of the previous incident that the two of them had shared together.
"HUH, who knows? It might have been one of your perverted kinks, you perverted creep." Zavier retaliated in annoyance.
Harry grumbled in his mouth, cursing Zavier wholeheartedly without sparing any effort but in the end let go of him fearing that his reputation might be smeared if someone actually listened to their conversation.
Seeing that Zavier had no intention of revealing any of the secrets behind the results of the potion, Harry didn't continue any further as it was proving to be counterproductive. He felt that being labeled as a pervert was the least that might happen with Zavier being so stubborn and touchy about his inquiries.
Even though Zavier hadn't allowed him to remove the boundary placed by Valarie, Harry was an old coot who had a wealth of experience and skills at hand. He had already determined the extent of Zavier's strength approximately and had helped him chart a course towards the next step for promotion of his strength beyond A level.
After leaving Harry's home, Zavier was stuck in deep thought and was mindlessly walking along the narrow road as countless thoughts spun in his head. His ambition, Harry's words, Shiranui's departure, the secret of his bloodline; a cocktail of all chaotic thoughts was the most accurate description of the current state of Zavier's mind. He was trying to figure out his next course of action. There were many things that he had to take care of and not time to rest.
But the foremost on his agenda list was increasing his strength. Rest of his goals would be achieved only if he continued to grow stronger and for that he had to look for rare and precious ingredients for brewing potions and elixirs.
"I had limited myself too much thinking that the multi-system was the greatest and the fastest means to improve my strength but that was not the case at all. It seems that the greatest gift was to be transmigrated into this body. I have received the talent to become the greatest mage of all time just based on my bloodline but the condition is that I continue to find rare and precious ingredients to push me past the A level which is slightly difficult as those ingredients can't be found easily and are not easy to acquire either even if their location is known. Just like the branch of the Divine tree. I almost died in that place. If I didn't have my bloodline and the multi-system, I would have died without a trac…"
"HEY, watch where you are going." A slightly old man had caught him by the arm and the angry yell brought him back to reality as he saw what had happened.
It turned out that his mindless wandering had led him to a steep slope at the edge of the road and he was standing right at the precipice of it. If the old man hadn't stopped him in time, Zavier would have broken a bone or two from the fall.
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