The Undying Magician - Book 3 - Chapter 11 - Nobles (Patreon)

                                                        Nathan
                                  Year 2850 | Month 4 | Day 6

I don’t recognize any of the magicians, but I can clearly tell that they’re important just from their armor alone. Armor that is clearly Arcadian in design and make.

How did they get that armor? Did they steal it from the Republic? Because that armor isn’t the outdated armor I took from those Radiant Elite magicians. It’s much more recent armor, even if it’s not the most recent.

All of the magicians immediately give me a once-over, their eyes going across my slightly shabby armor that at least looks cool before moving past my terminal on my arm and eventually settling on my crimson eyes. And I can’t see any of the faces of a single one of the magicians thanks to their helmets.

Then one of them, a man standing next to a woman and another man in the front of the seven magicians and armed with a set of golden armor with the Arcadian Republic symbol scraped off of the shoulder of the armor, speaks up, “Nathan Fox, I presume?”

I look at each of the magicians as I answer and return a question of my own, “Correct. And you are?”

“My name is Baron Henry Cavendish,” the man in the center states, followed shortly after by the woman, “I am Baroness Elara Nightshade,” and the other man next to them, “I am Baron Cedric Whitmore.”

And to my surprise, each of them lightly nod their head towards me and synchronously state, along with the other four people with them who weren’t introduced, “And we greet His Highness, Prince of the Kingdom of the Fallen.”

I frown at that but don’t say anything. Because in the end, I decided over the last month that I will accept the skeleton’s offer of taking his discarded kingdom for my own purposes. So instead of replying to their honorific, I just nod my head and glance at the other three as I ask, “And these three are?”

Henry waves his hand at them and answers, “These are our heirs.”

Four heirs for three baronies. Interesting, but I honestly couldn’t care less about them.

Not now at least.

“Is there a reason you’re here?” I ask while crossing my arms, ignoring the heirs for the moment.

These three nobles are all Class B magicians, and their heirs Class Cs. And I don’t sense anyone in our surroundings watching us, so I doubt they’re here to ambush me. Not to mention that we’re too close to the Dark Forest.

They ambushed me after leaving the forest for a reason. I just have to figure out what the reason was.

Henry shares a brief look with the baron and baroness before meeting my eyes and answering, still with his helmet on blocking his face from view, “We simply came to greet Your Highness. To pass on our regards.”

I narrow my eyes at him and the other nobles.

That’s obviously a lie. And the skeleton isn’t saying anything despite being easily powerful enough to hear our conversation, but I guess I shouldn’t expect him to considering how he said everything would be up to me. That he wouldn’t even care if I was captured and experimented on.

Something I have to avoid, because I’m pretty sure I won’t be freed till after my parents already die from old age much less the doctor.

I blink at the realization that I’m not even scared of the thought of them experimenting on me anymore. A rather disturbing realization in all honesty.

Although what’s more disturbing is how my mind actually went to what the skeleton said. About the ones capturing me dying of old age eventually.

That thought has me feeling a chill down my spine, but I manage to not show any reaction to it as I tell the nobles, “Very well. Will that be all?”

Unlike the Class C and D magicians I’ve been dealing with up till now, these are Class Bs with a few Class Cs. I won’t be able to take them all on myself. Actually, I might not even be able to take on one of the Class Bs myself.

But at the same time, they shouldn’t be able to capture me. Which is probably why they’re not attacking right now either.

“Actually, we would like to establish communications with you, and perhaps a trade route as well,” Henry states, surprising me for a moment.

I watch him for a moment before slowly responding, “I can consider it. Send a representative to my base and I’ll have my subordinates meet with them.”

The baron freezes slightly at that, the movement so small that I only barely catch it due to my enhanced senses. Then he nods his head and answers, “Very well. Will one fortnight from now be a good date?”

“It will,” I answer, finally starting to get an idea of why these guys are here.

After a round of clearly false pleasantries, the nobles all retreat before using some sort of spell to move away at an incredibly fast speed.

I put my hands in my pockets as I purse my lips, simply staring off at where they left.

So the nobles of the Kingdom are choosing that route, huh? Sniffing me out as they no doubt try to figure out a spell to capture me. Developing pleasantries between us to fill the time and perhaps learn more about me and my little group at the Undying Caverns.

But I’m not actually sure they could capture me anymore. Not Class B magicians without some specific elements or a place to hold me at least. Because I should theoretically be able to just burn myself alive to free myself from any restraints. Even if that’ll hurt like hell to do.

I continue staring off after them for several seconds before turning and starting to make my way back to the Undying Caverns.

Either way, I should notify Claire and the others about this development.

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