The Crazy Mage Reincarnated into a Fallen Family

Chapter 41: Sparks of Defiance (3)

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Chapter 41: Sparks of Defiance (3)

Head Elder Norman’s mental composure shattered in an instant.

'These damned brats deserve a good beating!'

While he was fuming, unable to believe his eyes, a voice that further fueled his anger reached his ears.

"Head Elder. Please calm down. No matter how frustrated you are, you can't act like this."

"Haha, you're right. Elders. I'll distribute them fairly, one by one. Besides, there are plenty of trash Magic Stones in this bundle, so feel free to use them."

"S-stop... Gaaaah!"

"Hehe, maintain your dignity. It seems impossible. Let's give one to the Head Elder first."

'Shut up. Just shut up!'

The back of his neck felt so hot that he felt like he would faint at any moment.

...What did he say? Maintain dignity?

Do they even know what kind of Magic Stones these are?

How dare they use these Magic Stones like this?

These are Magic Stones that he painstakingly collected, one by one, for decades, scouring every corner of Mount Khaoto!

'Ruin, you little...'

If these were heirlooms passed down from previous generations, he wouldn't be this enraged.

When Norman first inherited the position of Head Elder and entered Samael's secret vault...

There was nothing but rolling pebbles in there.

'Heirlooms, my foot. I collected all of these, me!'

One day, after accidentally discovering a Magic Stone in a remote location, he started

"Those guys are working hard."

"Aren't you going to join them?"

I pretended to kick Zion, who was hesitating. He quickly backed away and said,

"You're really not going out, are you?"

"I'm not."

Of course, that was a lie.

I didn't want the hassle of bringing him along. I avoided Zion's gaze and slipped out the main gate.

* * *

As I cautiously circled the eastern district, the central area was once again nearly deserted.

The flashy lights of the entertainment district felt awkward with so few people around.

There were hardly any outsiders, only a few burly men with swords roaming about. Even their numbers seemed fewer than usual.

This usually meant one of two things:

Either a fight had broken out somewhere else, or they were all holed up together somewhere.

There was nothing else worth seeing, so I turned back towards the family estate. Suddenly, I whipped my head to the left.

A group of men was walking in the opposite direction, a short distance away.

As we passed each other, one of their profiles looked familiar.

'Snake Eyes?'

It was Snake and a few of his lackeys.

Perhaps they were too far away to notice me, they were just snickering amongst themselves.

'Tsk.'

A true gangster should always be aware of their surroundings. It seems that stupid Snake Eyes doesn't even know that.

Returning to the estate, everything was quiet. The training grounds were empty, suggesting that the idiots' duel was over.

'...What time is it?'

Suddenly remembering the words of the scatterbrained alchemist, I hurried back to my room to sleep.

'He said I need to sleep a lot.'

But the more I tried to sleep, the more awake I became.

After tossing and turning for a while, I finally drifted off. Then, I abruptly woke up, feeling like I had been hit in the back of the head with a hammer.

"Gasp."

My face was covered in cold sweat.

"It was a nightmare. Just a nightmare."

I had a dream.

An old hag with white, disheveled hair and blood-red pupils was throwing stones at me.

I couldn't move, as if I were tied up. With each hit, the hag made a strange expression, a bizarre mix of joy and sorrow, and let out a creepy giggle.

"Damn."

What a messed up nightmare. I went to the bathroom and splashed water on my face to regain my composure.

When I stepped outside, the morning light was already breaking.

As I leaned against the railing to calm my mind, I heard faint footsteps behind me.

Step-

'Are those the apprentices?'

But as soon as I turned my head, I was startled and slapped myself.

"Demon! Begone, demon!"

The old hag from my dream was approaching, her body limp like a corpse.

With her white hair in disarray and red eyes fixated on me, she shambled closer.

Slap- Slap-

No matter how hard I slapped myself, nothing changed.

'This isn't a dream?'

While I stood there dumbfounded, the hag raised her fist in front of me.

I saw that she was clutching a stone in her hand.

"No!"

The nightmare flashed back, and I instinctively tried to strike the hag's head. But before I could, her mouth opened.

"Barrier."

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