Chapter 112: Chapter 111: The Strength of a Great Mage
Looking at the now fully-formed Falan, Robson eagerly opened his panel.
"Falan Dao’an (Level 10 Pseudo-Great Mage). Talents: Superlative Magic Affinity, Advanced Magic Instruction, Advanced Magic Research.
Skill: Perfected Universal Magic Instruction for the Human Race.
Proficiencies..."
’I’ve hit the jackpot!’ Robson gasped. The long list of skills made him green with envy.
’This is a living Magic Library!’
For a moment, Robson’s mind flooded with ideas he had been mulling over in the past.
In this world, Mages were divided into many different schools, depending on the skills they mastered.
For example, there were Elemental Mages, curse-specializing Wizards, and Shamans, who were similar to priests but with their own distinctions...
But Robson was different. In his eyes, these so-called schools were a complete waste of talent!
’The Mage school that most deserves to be expanded is the Earth and Wood Mage school! With Magic Energy being so convenient, the best thing to use it for is civil engineering!’
Although Robson hadn’t yet received a fief, he estimated that after this great battle, his title as Lord Robson could be promoted. However, once you reached the rank of Viscount, it was no longer something that could be obtained through military merit alone.
Connections, resources—not a single one could be lacking. After all, before heading to the battlefield, Robson had been just an unknown soldier on the frontier. The speed of his promotions in recent months was almost unheard of in the entire Human World.
Of course, even if he couldn’t become a Viscount, when it was time to choose a fief, he, Lord Robson, would absolutely be the undisputed number one at the Baron level!
And becoming a Viscount wasn’t entirely hopeless, either. It was just that achieving it in a single step would require a much greater war record than this.
"Very good. But first, we need to get our stories straight.
A group of people will be here soon. If anyone asks you what kind of Mage you are, or where you’re from,
just say you were captured by the Beastmen and have amnesia. If anyone asks your level, keep your mouth shut.
Understand?" Robson said, looking at Falan.
"Understood." Falan was no fool. He naturally knew what kind of uproar the sudden appearance of a Magic Master would cause on the human side.
However...
Falan looked into his sea of consciousness. At that moment, he saw a faint white glow there as well.
The glow was incredibly faint. If Falan hadn’t been at the level of a Great Mage in his previous life—or rather, his past life—he probably would have found it difficult to notice.
’What is this?’
For some unknown reason, Falan was suddenly reminded of the power that had erupted from Robson during his breakthrough.
...
Because Robson had charged ahead so fiercely, Emil and the others were left far behind.
But no one was particularly worried. Although their Commander-in-Chief didn’t like to enter the fray himself, everyone was crystal clear on his level of martial prowess.
However, just as they were confidently charging into battle, the commotion from Robson’s position startled everyone.
A pillar of white, glowing light shot to the heavens, along with the silhouette of a giant white sapling.
"Gold!"
"This is bad! The Baron is attempting a breakthrough on the battlefield!" The first to react was Viscount Fuman.
Of everyone present, Viscount Fuman was the most experienced. As a quintessential southern noble, he had traveled far and wide over the years and was naturally well-versed in the ways of the world.
It was precisely because he was so worldly that Viscount Fuman uncharacteristically lost his composure.
Although the Minstrels on the continent often sang tales of protagonists breaking through in the heat of battle, their strength instantly soaring as they swept away all powerful enemies.
But as a true Extraordinary, Viscount Fuman knew that wasn’t how it worked at all.
At least, it was certainly not the case for the Golden Tier. Not just anyone could withstand the immense energy released by the Life Seed in a single instant.
On the battlefield, life and death were often decided in an instant; a moment of distraction could lead to decapitation.
To say nothing of the energy required to break through to the Golden Tier erupting on a battlefield...
"The Golden Tier! The Baron is actually reaching the Golden Tier?"
"He’s probably the first noble on the Western Front to break through, right?"
"How old is the Baron this year? The Marshal was already over thirty when he broke through to the Golden Tier... Doesn’t that mean he has a chance of reaching the legendary tier?"
The people who didn’t understand the truth of the matter were all discussing it animatedly. There was no envy; upon reaching the Golden Tier, they could only look up in awe.
"This is bad! Quick, go save the Baron!"
The second person to react was Viscount Leo.
Viscount Leo said nothing more, simply raising his spear and spurring his horse to charge forward. Viscount Fuman followed close behind.
The Knights didn’t know what was happening, but they still obediently followed their leader and continued the charge.
Viscount Fuman rushed with all his might and finally reached Robson. However, as soon as he got close and saw Robson’s actual situation, Viscount Fuman was dumbstruck.
At that moment, Robson was discussing something with a Mage in a blue Mage Robe. Enemy forces were streaming past on all sides, leaving a clear space with the two of them at its center.
A Knight and a Mage were standing there, chatting and laughing as if on a leisurely stroll.
In all his years on the battlefield, Viscount Fuman had never witnessed such a scene.
This image inexplicably reminded him of the heroes sung about by the Minstrels.
Didn’t this time and this place perfectly match those tales?
Viscount Fuman had never put much faith in the outlandish stories told by Minstrels, but now, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of respect welling up inside him.
The nobles and Knights arriving from the rear mostly felt the same.
It was as if a story had materialized into reality.
In the Frank Kingdom, this was the kind of warrior who commanded the most respect.
Just then, Robson finished his conversation with Mage Falan, right as he encountered the group of noble Knights who had come to his aid.
"You’re all here. Let’s not say any more for now. We’ll talk in detail when we return to the castle."
...
At this point, the Beastman Army on the battlefield had completely collapsed. Their general had been finished off by Robson with a single sword strike, and having lost their leader, the already demoralized Beastmen could only be slaughtered at will.
This was especially true after the great fire Robson had set earlier, which had left them with nowhere to hide across the mountains and fields.
The sky was just beginning to brighten; with a whole day ahead of them, it was clear that a grand feast of a chase was about to begin.
Furthermore, Robson had issued a military order: meat would be distributed according to military merit!
Meat! Although Robson usually treated his troops well, making sure they were well-fed and warmly clothed, meat was still a rare commodity.
What peasant in this era didn’t want to eat their fill of meat?
According to Robson’s military order, the chase would last until at least noon. This wasn’t because everyone would be too tired to continue by then, but because Robson had ordered that they must return to the fortress before evening.
It wasn’t that Robson didn’t want to continue the chase, but he was afraid his own Soldiers would lose control and charge right into the Beastmen’s territory.
While it was unknown how many elite troops this war would forge, it was foreseeable that this group of men under his command would become an elite force of considerable scale on the entire Western Front.
