The Undying Magician - Book 3 - Chapter 62 - Some Things Always Stay the Same (Patreon)

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Nathan
Year 2850 | Month 12 | Day 25

“I would like to welcome you all to this pre-war meeting,” Duke Elmwood declares while spreading his arms out at the front of the long table. A table covered in twenty-three contracts, each placed in front of a seated noble. With me seated on the opposite end of Duke Elmwood. An arrangement that initially surprised me before I remembered that he was at least partially on my side.

None of the nobles here have any subordinates in the room with us. A room that makes up the entirety of this rather grand-looking, single room building no doubt made by magic. With all of the nobles’ followers – assuming they have any with them – outside of the room.

Most of us do actually have subordinates with us outside though. Even I have Incendia waiting outside.

I think the only person who doesn’t have a single person with her is Rachel, who is lounging around with her feet up on the table. To the great annoyance of those who were left sitting beside her.

Better them than me.

The duke continues with a smile on his face as he inclines his head towards the contracts on the table and says, “Please look over the magical contracts placed in front of you. If you have any objections, express them and we will discuss your issues.”

I look down at the contract and begin reading through it. And it’s just as the duke stated over the call.

In simple terms, every noble signing onto the contract except for me is required to send seventy-five percent or more of their forces to aid in the war. Every noble signing onto the contract is banned from interfering with the other nobles in any way during the war including myself. And I am required to participate in the war personally, with me being allowed to leave the frontlines once a month so long as I return within a day of leaving.

Overall, a pretty good contract.

No loopholes I can see, and even if there were, the magic in the contract would enforce the spirit of the contract. Not the exact words.

It’d enforce what all of the signers believe to be the truth in the contract and wouldn’t let you sign if your believed truth is different from the believed truth of everyone else signing it.

“Does anyone have any complaints about the contents of the contract?” the duke asks, following which silence reigns for several seconds. Then he nods his head and says, “Very well then. Everyone, please sign the contract where your name is listed.”

I look down at it again to find a list of names along with lines next to them. Implying places to sign.

Then signatures from the others begin appearing on my paper as the others no doubt sign it, proving just how high quality this magic contract is.

I sign my own name as well, and the moment every last signature has finished signing, the contracts turn into a white and blue light before fading away.

The magical contracts sealed, binding each signature to it lest they lose their lives.

Or, lest the others lose their lives.

The doctor already tested contracts as a way to kill me before.

Didn’t work.

Hurt though.

I raise my head to find a number of the other nobles getting up and preparing to leave. But some appear to be interested in talking with me.

My attention focuses on Duke Elmwood though, briefly ignoring the psychopath and Crimson. And the other nobles who clearly just want to get an idea of what I’m like. Or a couple who are openly eyeing my body trying to figure out what’s different about me from others. Treating me like some lab rat with their eyes.

The duke nods his head silently, following which a green spell circle appears and roots shoot out of the building’s floor and begin carrying both of our seats up into the air far away from the others, breaking through the ceiling in the process. Then vines form a sphere around us to block them from overhearing.

“You’ve earned my respect, Undying Magician,” he says, still with that undecipherable face of his. “Don’t lose it.”

I narrow my eyes at his clearly arrogant attitude, but I don’t say anything.

So he lowers us back down to the ground again while undoing the sphere.

Then he walks away. And I do the same, but in the opposite direction.

This war is going to be big. Possibly the biggest conflict I’ve ever been in.

Actually, without a doubt the biggest conflict.

But I won’t be the center of it. Not at my Class.

I need to reach Class B as a magician. And I need to reach it soon.

Out of the corner of my eye as I’m leaving the building, I spot the destruction magician waving at me with a smile on her face. While she breaks through the wall, using her destruction magic to disintegrate it in the process.

Guess it’s not just at my place that she doesn’t know how to use doors.

I continue walking for a bit away from the building before summoning my jeep and beginning to head back to the Undying Caverns so that I can plan where to head for the war. And it wouldn’t hurt to ask for some help from Benjamin for that task.

A faint smile stretches across my face at the idea of actually asking someone for help.

But the smile fades again as my thoughts return to the war. To the bloodshed I’ll be causing throughout it.

And black veins begin to emerge across my face as I see my glowing crimson eyes in my reflection on the water from some puddles I pass by. Puddles left by the rain earlier this night.

I raise my head as I walk to look at the full moon high in the sky.

Everything’s changing.

I lower my gaze again to look at my hands before clenching them and making my claws dig into my palms, only for the wounds to revert right away.

Yet some things always stay the same.