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Monday, July 11, 2016
Chapter 3: Melee ( Part Two)
Chapter III Melee (Part Two)
Translated by Shovatranslations
Edited by Fragrantpig89
Thank you for waiting and here is the second part … its quite interesting and hope you will enjoy it.
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The event that led to this situation was that as they kept on drinking, the alcohol and that female warrior, seem to have some extra effect on Lawrence as he kept on staring the chest of the female warrior while rubbing the chest of the dancer in his arms.
When the female warrior turned back he pulled out his hard-working hand from the dancer's clothes and showed his middle finger to her.
Then came the glass flying towards Lawrence by the female warriors making his forehead bloom.
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For Rogge, it was a common situation to fight in a bar for a girl but these mercenaries seem to be hardened through lots of battle and the few of them might not be able to cope with.
Most of the time nobles were a hypocrite and prone to deceit. They preferred to escape to save their lives despite losing their face rather than facing the unwinnable situation.
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Rogge wanted to escape from there during the confusion but he stopped himself and thinks thoroughly about the situation he is in.
These friends that he was with were fairly rich noble, moreover, they had an extraordinary background. And maybe getting beaten together with them may not be a bad thing and may help him to enhance the friendship with them.
Emmett was the oldest among them and had quite a few fighting experiences. He immediately jumped up from his seat and started to chant an incantation. However, he had too many drinks and nothing happened even after a long time he chanted an incantation for a wind arrow.
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While this was happening the mercenaries had already been in front of the Lawrence and the rest and soon three of them are already black and blue from the melee attack of the female warrior and the mercenaries.
The female warrior was especially vicious, she straightforwardly attempted to kick the most vulnerable place between the legs of Lawrence.
Lawrence, seeing the trajectory of the kick and imagining the result of the attack attempted to avoid that by turning around, despite this the kick connected with his butt, sending him flying away from the battle circle.
Seeing this, Emmett gave a loud shout and snatched a sword from a nearby person and temporarily reverting back to his knight status.
Several mercenaries are pulling their punches in apparent mercy as their opponents are noble, but Rogge whose mind was now clear quickly incanted a spell for a magic arrow.
Two bolts of light flew towards the male warrior.
The warrior seeing this brought his sword in front of him to block bolts however, Rogge used his spiritual force to control the attack, changing its direction.
The arrow missed the sword and connected directly to his face.
Magic arrow is the most basic of the Rank 1 attack magic, its power was quite limited but it was quite lethal for the warrior's skin that was far less strong then his chain armor.
The warrior staggered and fell down with his face bloodied.
Another mercenary warrior seeing this immediately launched his sword technique ‘sprint’ which tripled the speed of the warrior. The warrior rushed
toward Rogge like a glide on the ice. Seeing this Rogge was so frightened, that he forgot to cast magic.
He used his spiritual force again and this time his target was the foot of the soldier. That soldier suddenly stumbled headfirst toward Rogge as he was tripped by the spiritual force and fell head first toward the Rogge.
Rogge pushed a table in front of the flapping soldier.
The head of the soldier comes crashing down to the table as he is unable to control his body because of the fast speed brought by the sword technique.
At the same time when the warrior was still in the daze, veteran (brawling) Rogge grabbed the helmet of the warriors and slammed his knee right into his face.
"Crack"
The attack broke the nose of the warrior.
Rogge's strength after the physical transformation was quite formidable now.
After Rogge dealt with two soldiers, the situation became more manageable.
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Keith who was known for his defense was exchanging blows with the female warrior attracting most of her offensive. Emmett and Franco, on the other hand, were dealing with other warriors.
At this point, Lawrence who have been hiding under the table suddenly stabbed the thigh of a warrior. He then turned around to cut the leg of the female warrior who was less than prepared for such circumstance, however, the strike was blocked by the daggers in her legs.
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The mercenary mage who had yet to participate in the fight had not expected the battle to suddenly change side. As he saw the situation worsening, the rage clouded his face.
He raised his fingers and drew a symbol in the air and a blue transparent protective magic ‘ magic absorption’ covered his whole body.
This Rank four magic can absorb 10 magic attack and is one of the most commonly used protective magic spells.
However, Rogge who had a very different understanding of magic, disapproved.
"Really, was it necessary to put on a protective cover against some apprentice mages?"
The mercenary mage started to prepare a fire attack spell. His recitation of the incantation was very fast and both of his hands were drawing complex symbols in the air.
Rogge remembered that the spell 'magic absorption' could not protect against a physical attack, so he picked up a glass and threw it towards the mage.
The mage moved aside to dodge it but because there was not enough time to completely avoid it, his head was drenched with the wine.
After that several dishes of cooked food, a chair, and even a table flew toward him, interrupting the mage and broking his incantation midway.
Before he could get angry, a figure rushed toward him, it was Rogge.
Everyone knew that the mage and the distance was a very dangerous combination and so a rare melee fight between mages began.
Relying on the skills and energy of youth and the explosive strength of the transformed body, Rogge quickly gained the upper hand.
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The female warrior in the rage began to use sword skill continuously, even the warrior that was wounded in the thigh was not easy to deal with. Slowly,
Emmet and others began to struggle, the rigorous training of Emmet and Keith kept them in the fight.
"Platt". a soft and slippery thing silently came on flying and struck the female warrior in her chest, causing her to scream. however, looking down she found it to be an omelet with a bite taken from it.
It was Rogge who threw it toward the mercenary mage before their melee and did not expect to receive such unexpected success.
Just when the female warrior was shocked, the four people launched a desperate attack on the wounded warrior, their roguish style at full play
The warrior soon received two sword attacks again.
Just then, the sound of the hooves from the street reached inside the bar
"City Defense Army came, let’s stop and scram, my old man, can be serious!”
Keith's shrieking stopped both the parties, Rogge who was fighting with the mage, separated from him and at the same time smoothly grabbed the staff from the mercenary mage and ran out of the bar from the back.
The mercenary side knew that only female warrior was the only one that could fight at the moment and seeing that they could not win bitterly left the bar.
Rogge and the others who were also not willing to deal with the City defense force in this situation fled in hurry.
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At this time in a room on the fourth floor of the tavern, Orpheus was interestingly watching the back of Rogge and others running on foot.
“That mage is very interesting,” Roque said to himself.
“Erica, don't you think that he is, how do I say, quite similar to you."
“That fat mage is a disgrace to all the noble and mages,” the icy women said gave the evaluation of Rogge.
“Oh, well."
"Richard check the background of that mage,” Orpheus said to a guard behind him.
The guard bowed and slowly disappeared into the darkness.
Tl: This is an our first try so it takes a lot of time and patience hence there is bound to be many mistakes and there is likely to be some confusion over the meaning of the translation but I tried to keep the meaning in the overall as close to the original as possible. And if you have some suggestions and correction please do give us the shouts.
Edts: As the TL said…….
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Chapter 3: Melee
Translated by shovatranslations
Edited by Fragrantpig89
Please enjoy the chapter the first part of the third chapter.
The skeleton didn’t look like a high-level demon, it didn’t even seem to be a skeleton soldier.
The entire skeleton was so small that it could not even reach the height of a normal person.
The bones were mottled with the traces of scars, especially in the most important part of the skeleton, its skull, where several significant cracks could be seen.
As for the ribs, there were less than 20 of them in total remaining as if the bones there were used by some stray dog as it emergency food stock.
The only difference is that there were two slender bones protruding from its back like some wings or similar to it.
This is the creatures created by God’s essence??
Seeing the skeleton, Rogge's jaw almost fell off.
How can this skeleton be associated with the Gods of heaven, is it to say that the gods that enjoy the infinite glory are inherently evil in nature?
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Despite this, Rogge slowly extended his spiritual force toward the skeleton and gradually merged with it, while trying to see if this skeleton was a new breed of the monster seen before.
Everything went smoothly in the process, however, contrary to Rogge’s expectation, the skeleton seems to have nothing special, except for its skull which was bigger than the average.
Suddenly Rogge was hit by the fatigue as his mana runs out after continuous probe of the skeleton.
“Alas, in any case, you are my pet, from now on your name will be ‘Romance’.”
“I don’t want to delve into how skeletons and romance are related,” saying this Rogge sent the skeleton back to the other world.
And in the vanishing moments, Rogge seems to feel that it was bit depressed and discontent with the name.
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Are you kidding me? Even the skeleton is depressed?
It is an illusion. "I must have been too tired.”
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The next morning, Rogge summoned his pet three times in a row, until he exhausted all of his mana. Rogge finally accepted the fact that his pet was a skeleton.
Rogge meditated to replenish his mana, and by the time he woke up, it was near dusk.
"It's time to go and have a drink.”
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"Oak Grove" was quite a bit old bar around here. It was small in scale, and only three blocks away from the Magic Academy in the North. It was also one of the places where Mercenary Union releases its mission.
Therefore this bar is always flocked by the apprentice magicians and mercenaries.
And naturally a lot of women and girls who wants to catch a rich husband.
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"Oh, isn't this Rogge? Had not seen you for a long time, heard that you have made an about turn and is ready to become a great magician?
Rogge looked and saw that it was Emmett; they once fought with each other to pick up a girl, the type of friend who was a bad influence.
Emmett stalwart, he was three years older than Rogge, his father was the cavalry captain of City Defense force, cavalry brigade. He was an intermediate knight and had been giving Emmett the training since childhood to become a Knight, but somehow sent his son into magic school.
But Emmett still has some talent in magic, despite he entering the Academy a whole year later than Rogge, he was able to become Rank 3 magician half a year earlier.
Currently, he was working hard to become a Rank 4 Magician.
Rogge went over to Emmett, sat there and without a word picked up the cup of wine and drank it. After a long swig, he put the cup down and heaved a deep sigh.
The table also had three other people sitting and with a glance, one can tell that they were from the nobility as they were wearing a rapier in their waist, commonly used by the nobles. They were laughing and playing with two dancing girls.
Emmett grabbed Roger's shoulder and said "I say, brother, these days have been really boring without. Others are not as fun as you”
“Why I am annoyed, you have not been playful. Which girl did not put you on? Huh! HAHA.
“Come on tell your elder brother all about it. But first, let’s have a drink. Men, bring two bottles of tequila here.”
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The atmosphere in the bar gradually reached a climax, and from time to time one could hear women’s scream and several loud bursts of laughter.
"Come on, Brother Rogge, let me introduce to my friends…….. This is Lawrence. Count Bloom’s second son, this is Keith, his father is my father's immediate superior. This is Franco; he is the nephew of Marquis Foren. Emmett introduced them one by one to Rogge.
"I say, that girl over there is not bad," Florence was staring at the corner of the bar. Following his gaze, All in the table saw four men and two women sitting at a table in the corner.
They looked like mercenaries, and one of them was wearing a Magician’s dress.
About 19 years old girl was dressed in a seductive dress and dark short armor through which her bare white legs were exposed. There was a belt tied to the thigh and with three knives.
The bar had a dim light and it was not enough to see the specific color of the breastplate, but there was no doubt that it worked well to highlight the fine curves of the girl’s chest.
The neckline of the breastplate was very low and deep cleavage there almost cause the eyes of Florence to fall. However, a large sword beside her made people sober little. After all, that large sword illustrates the strength of the girl.
Female warrior’s face was bright, long light brown wavy hair casually hung around freely.
The girl sitting beside the female warrior looked to be noble with her powered makeup.
She only looked like she was fifteen or sixteen years of age. She was wearing a long skirt with frills, which was made with exquisite craftsmanship and quite a lot of precious material. The girl’s only jewelry seemed to be the pair of sapphire earrings.
The lewd gaze of several people was immediately noticed and female warrior turned back to stare at them.
Seeing Lawrence whistling, Female warriors face turned cold and her hands reached to the hilt, however, she was stopped by the mage, "Do not stir up trouble here, Kiwei".
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Just then, the bar suddenly quieted down for a moment and everyone turned their head to look at the entrance of the bar.
There was a man that was entering the bar.
The first thing that was noticed was a fluttering blonde hair, like the dazzling sun enough to make every one dejected. That blonde was comparable to the sun god’s handsome face which was engraved with an easy smile.
He was only wearing a breastplate with the gold chain that was decorated with complex inscriptions engraved in it. In the center of the breastplate was a pattern of gold lion’s head adorned with a cross and tulips.
"Orpheus! The golden lion of Rhine alliance, why would he come here??”
A continuous low discussion could be heard around in the bar.
He was the only son of the lord of the Bavaria Duchy of the Rhine Alliance. He was sent to the Holy Shrine of the Holy Church to receive guidance in his childhood.
He only returned back to the Rhine alliance only half a year back.
Orpheus was one of the three young knights in the Church and had shown great military talent early, plus born with a handsome face and illustrious background, even outshining the Rhine alliance’s several princes.
Beside Orpheus, there was a woman only less than half a head shorter than tall Roque. Her stunning face had no expression and was like an iceberg.
She was wearing a rare black mage robe, and her every step seem to be like the black plumes of flames constantly swaying and this posture unceasingly producing temptation.
Behind the woman were two guards, their face full of murderous intent as if they had gone through countless life and death situations.
After the Orpheus’s party went up the stairs without looking at anyone, it took a long time for the bar to regain the usual loudness.
However, Rogge became restless in his heart, he didn’t know why but in the eyes of the Orpheus he seems to see a pair of silver eyes.
"Bang!"
A large glass beside the Rogge exploded and all the drinks in it were spilled on the unsuspecting Rogge. However, Lawrence was more miserable because the broken glass had landed on his forehead.
Rogge quickly turned around to see the female warrior walking toward them while carrying that unsheathed big sword and giving off the murderous aura and The four male mercenaries also followed behind her while moving into a battle formation.
EDts: well this chapter was a long one and we thought may be we should break it up ... but don't worry they will be published together .....
Previous Chapter Table of Content Next Chapter
Edited by Fragrantpig89
Please enjoy the chapter the first part of the third chapter.
The skeleton didn’t look like a high-level demon, it didn’t even seem to be a skeleton soldier.
The entire skeleton was so small that it could not even reach the height of a normal person.
The bones were mottled with the traces of scars, especially in the most important part of the skeleton, its skull, where several significant cracks could be seen.
As for the ribs, there were less than 20 of them in total remaining as if the bones there were used by some stray dog as it emergency food stock.
The only difference is that there were two slender bones protruding from its back like some wings or similar to it.
This is the creatures created by God’s essence??
Seeing the skeleton, Rogge's jaw almost fell off.
How can this skeleton be associated with the Gods of heaven, is it to say that the gods that enjoy the infinite glory are inherently evil in nature?
…………..
Despite this, Rogge slowly extended his spiritual force toward the skeleton and gradually merged with it, while trying to see if this skeleton was a new breed of the monster seen before.
Everything went smoothly in the process, however, contrary to Rogge’s expectation, the skeleton seems to have nothing special, except for its skull which was bigger than the average.
Suddenly Rogge was hit by the fatigue as his mana runs out after continuous probe of the skeleton.
“Alas, in any case, you are my pet, from now on your name will be ‘Romance’.”
“I don’t want to delve into how skeletons and romance are related,” saying this Rogge sent the skeleton back to the other world.
And in the vanishing moments, Rogge seems to feel that it was bit depressed and discontent with the name.
+
Are you kidding me? Even the skeleton is depressed?
It is an illusion. "I must have been too tired.”
…………………
The next morning, Rogge summoned his pet three times in a row, until he exhausted all of his mana. Rogge finally accepted the fact that his pet was a skeleton.
Rogge meditated to replenish his mana, and by the time he woke up, it was near dusk.
"It's time to go and have a drink.”
……………
"Oak Grove" was quite a bit old bar around here. It was small in scale, and only three blocks away from the Magic Academy in the North. It was also one of the places where Mercenary Union releases its mission.
Therefore this bar is always flocked by the apprentice magicians and mercenaries.
And naturally a lot of women and girls who wants to catch a rich husband.
………………
"Oh, isn't this Rogge? Had not seen you for a long time, heard that you have made an about turn and is ready to become a great magician?
Rogge looked and saw that it was Emmett; they once fought with each other to pick up a girl, the type of friend who was a bad influence.
Emmett stalwart, he was three years older than Rogge, his father was the cavalry captain of City Defense force, cavalry brigade. He was an intermediate knight and had been giving Emmett the training since childhood to become a Knight, but somehow sent his son into magic school.
But Emmett still has some talent in magic, despite he entering the Academy a whole year later than Rogge, he was able to become Rank 3 magician half a year earlier.
Currently, he was working hard to become a Rank 4 Magician.
Rogge went over to Emmett, sat there and without a word picked up the cup of wine and drank it. After a long swig, he put the cup down and heaved a deep sigh.
The table also had three other people sitting and with a glance, one can tell that they were from the nobility as they were wearing a rapier in their waist, commonly used by the nobles. They were laughing and playing with two dancing girls.
Emmett grabbed Roger's shoulder and said "I say, brother, these days have been really boring without. Others are not as fun as you”
“Why I am annoyed, you have not been playful. Which girl did not put you on? Huh! HAHA.
“Come on tell your elder brother all about it. But first, let’s have a drink. Men, bring two bottles of tequila here.”
………………………..
The atmosphere in the bar gradually reached a climax, and from time to time one could hear women’s scream and several loud bursts of laughter.
"Come on, Brother Rogge, let me introduce to my friends…….. This is Lawrence. Count Bloom’s second son, this is Keith, his father is my father's immediate superior. This is Franco; he is the nephew of Marquis Foren. Emmett introduced them one by one to Rogge.
"I say, that girl over there is not bad," Florence was staring at the corner of the bar. Following his gaze, All in the table saw four men and two women sitting at a table in the corner.
They looked like mercenaries, and one of them was wearing a Magician’s dress.
About 19 years old girl was dressed in a seductive dress and dark short armor through which her bare white legs were exposed. There was a belt tied to the thigh and with three knives.
The bar had a dim light and it was not enough to see the specific color of the breastplate, but there was no doubt that it worked well to highlight the fine curves of the girl’s chest.
The neckline of the breastplate was very low and deep cleavage there almost cause the eyes of Florence to fall. However, a large sword beside her made people sober little. After all, that large sword illustrates the strength of the girl.
Female warrior’s face was bright, long light brown wavy hair casually hung around freely.
The girl sitting beside the female warrior looked to be noble with her powered makeup.
She only looked like she was fifteen or sixteen years of age. She was wearing a long skirt with frills, which was made with exquisite craftsmanship and quite a lot of precious material. The girl’s only jewelry seemed to be the pair of sapphire earrings.
The lewd gaze of several people was immediately noticed and female warrior turned back to stare at them.
Seeing Lawrence whistling, Female warriors face turned cold and her hands reached to the hilt, however, she was stopped by the mage, "Do not stir up trouble here, Kiwei".
…………………………….
Just then, the bar suddenly quieted down for a moment and everyone turned their head to look at the entrance of the bar.
There was a man that was entering the bar.
The first thing that was noticed was a fluttering blonde hair, like the dazzling sun enough to make every one dejected. That blonde was comparable to the sun god’s handsome face which was engraved with an easy smile.
He was only wearing a breastplate with the gold chain that was decorated with complex inscriptions engraved in it. In the center of the breastplate was a pattern of gold lion’s head adorned with a cross and tulips.
"Orpheus! The golden lion of Rhine alliance, why would he come here??”
A continuous low discussion could be heard around in the bar.
He was the only son of the lord of the Bavaria Duchy of the Rhine Alliance. He was sent to the Holy Shrine of the Holy Church to receive guidance in his childhood.
He only returned back to the Rhine alliance only half a year back.
Orpheus was one of the three young knights in the Church and had shown great military talent early, plus born with a handsome face and illustrious background, even outshining the Rhine alliance’s several princes.
Beside Orpheus, there was a woman only less than half a head shorter than tall Roque. Her stunning face had no expression and was like an iceberg.
She was wearing a rare black mage robe, and her every step seem to be like the black plumes of flames constantly swaying and this posture unceasingly producing temptation.
Behind the woman were two guards, their face full of murderous intent as if they had gone through countless life and death situations.
After the Orpheus’s party went up the stairs without looking at anyone, it took a long time for the bar to regain the usual loudness.
However, Rogge became restless in his heart, he didn’t know why but in the eyes of the Orpheus he seems to see a pair of silver eyes.
"Bang!"
A large glass beside the Rogge exploded and all the drinks in it were spilled on the unsuspecting Rogge. However, Lawrence was more miserable because the broken glass had landed on his forehead.
Rogge quickly turned around to see the female warrior walking toward them while carrying that unsheathed big sword and giving off the murderous aura and The four male mercenaries also followed behind her while moving into a battle formation.
EDts: well this chapter was a long one and we thought may be we should break it up ... but don't worry they will be published together .....
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Sunday, June 26, 2016
Chapter 2: Creation
TL: Shova Translations
Editors: Fragrantpig89
This is our first try at translating and we hope that you will enjoy this as we do.
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Flower were flowers, trees were trees, other than the colour seemingly blurry, the world looked no different.
Rather, it was Rogge where all the difference laid.
After waking up, Rogge felt like a fish in a pool of water.
The world seemed to be partitioned with a transparent film and swaying rhythmically in the waves of the pond. There seems to be an invisible barrier that was making him unable to pear clearly the other side.
Whenever he tried to force his way to another side he just kept getting rebounded, like a fish in the crystal bowl. When it tries to go beyond the tank it gets bounced back.
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As the summer passed into autumn, Rogge recovered from his earlier state, almost being back to normal, and along with his body that was gripped with vices of the past. And now he no longer wakes up in the morning to check, whether his hand has turned into a bone.
Rogge, can clearly feel the presence of God's essence, a pair of silver eyes, sharp like a knife, an engrave and a white robe rippling in the air.
These fragments of vision would occasionally flash in his mind igniting his heart.
Necromancer's soul has the instinctive loathing of the God's essence as it was afraid of it changing the nature of Rogge, slowly that pressure died down as it is clear that it was not able to dilute the lascivious in Rogge's heart.
Many noble students were bigoted, and this was particularly evident in the Rogge. However, Most noble displayed bigotry through their belief that they were far superior to the common student.
But in the case of Rogge, he wished to create a pet out of God's essence is nothing out of ordinary.
He doesn't have any strong desire like to try to understand the god's essence or the wonder the might of heaven. He doesn't even have the immediate thirst for power.
Owing a pet is only possible for the Rank 7 magicians as it is directly dependent to the mana force of the magician.
But in the Rogge's case, because of the fusion with Necromancer's soul, and his understanding of the essence of the magic and God's essence, he will be able to create pet if he becomes Rank 3 magician.
Frost was a Rank 9 magician. His magic laboratory was in the quiet and the deep part of the magic school. It was a two storey building.
Frost was at most a mid-rank magician, despite that the good treatment of him by the school was because besides being a magician, he was also an accomplished practising inscriptionist. Which was more important and privileged. Well, who don't like high order magic items.
For Rogge to be able to work under him, it certainly, was not for the Rogge's appearance, which was quite unlikeable but the reason that Frost choose Rogge to be his apprentice was because of his skill at the flattery on one hand and on the other hand it was because he could endure the experiment in the lab and be like a precious testing gem.
Rogge was by no mean a gentleman himself. He understands that "in order to get big profit latter he must sacrifice something at the present".This reasoning in Rogge stemmed from the unconscious awareness of his lessor noble origin and for him to live the life of the so-called higher nobles, he has to do things that are sometimes of questionable standards.
After several occasions of enjoyments together, Rogge and Feith's friendship deepened as they found too much common stance between themselves.
But anyway, after the fusion, Rogge started to find every moment of his to study magic, seeing the sudden and frantic studying of magic and magic essence by Rogge, Frost nonetheless was quite happy as Rogge was still his apprentice.
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"Teacher, what are the use of these symbols in inscriptions?”
"It is the same as the spells that you learn, these symbols are drawn in order to draw the corresponding magic energy or mana from the surroundings. The function of the inscriptions differs with the use of different materials and Symbols.
And an inscription function is determined by the combination of size, type, and order of the symbols and materials.
"Then, the inscription combinations, would it not be a lot?"
"Of course.” There are hundreds of magic materials recorded. There are also dozens of magical energies with the pure attribute, including a variety of divine energy.
“Coupled with the control of energy, law, flow, time, the numbers of combinations are endless. Existing foundation of inscriptions is the result of efforts of predecessors and their countless failures."
"What would happen if a combination of an inscription is wrong?”
Just after asking this question Rogge reproached himself as a fool. The explosion, that occurred from time to time in the lab, doesn't it explain the problem?
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However, Rogge's luck was really good. Although, Frost's mana was not large, as a practising inscriptionist, his knowledge of arrays was really proficient.
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In Rhine magic school, three-quarter of the students were nobles and like Rogge, lesser nobles were often looked down upon by those nobles. These noble students were not hard working as the common students. However, with the gap brought about by the use of magical equipment, junior mages were able to suppress the common students.
Due to this disparity in the financial resources, common students have no way to improve their magic other than hard work.
However, Rogge had neither the financial resources to buy magical items nor the hard-working nature, therefore, his strength was quite average, occasionally bullying common students and some normal people.
As the day went by, the weather grew cold. And almost all the students that knew Rogge earlier were amazed at his change, The short and stout shameless fellow nowadays, if not immersed in the heap of the old books in the library, then mediating in his room.
With the constant practice, his mana slowly increased, and finally, in a snowy day, Rogge's mana finally reached Rank 3.
After his advancement, Rogge had an unexpected finding. His body was completely reconstructed, his body now possessed explosive power and agility that was no less than the wild beast.
"You are more of a beast than a man" Necromancer summarized this development.
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After the initial phase of soul fusion, Rogge had realized that he can talk to the necromancer's soul in his consciousness and now two people's soul had become fully integrated, it was hard to tell who was who.
But it was clear that this argument can only come from the necromancer who had the deep understanding of the anatomy of both human and beast.
Another surprise that Rogge found in the aftermath of the fusion was the spiritual force.
In one of the afternoon, he was struggling with the principles of the wind magic when a pair of silver eyes burned his mind. This sudden flash in his mind made Rogge recoil.
"I really want to drink," Rogge had thought while remembering the wine glass he had kept in the table by the window back in his room. After that brief flash of those silver eyes, he again prepared to sink in the ocean of the magic when he noticed that there was a wine glass hanging in the air suspending over his head.
With Rogge taken by surprise, the glass fell down spilling the cheap wine all over his head.
After Rogge found that his spiritual powers can control an object he started his gruesome and tiring practice and finally threw the cat that kept sneaking in his room to steal food out of his room by his spiritual power.
This ability compared to magic seem to be useless and troublesome but he had the vague feeling that this is going to be extremely useful in the future as this was the understanding that he gained through the fusion of necromancer's soul.
Many years later, he found that he had wronged the necromancer as his foresight originally came from an instinct of a sinister villain.
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In any case, the great day has finally arrived.
Rogge was almost ecstatic while looking at the fresh inscriptions that he had drawn in the room. He had small changes to this pet summon to match with the god’s essence.
Generally, magician's pet was usually nothing much than small monsters like a crow, black cat that were mostly used in scouting.
The summoned pet and magician have the direct soul connection and the death of the pet can result in the most serious harm to the magician.
This point was repeatedly asserted by Frost and advising Rogge to summon a hamster rather than a wild boar because mage’s pet has very little meaning in combat, even big sized animals like black tiger are not much help in a battle.
Instead of using a pet to battle it is more easy and safe to directly summon some big and strong monster that is not the pet.
……………….
Rogge completed the chanting of his spell and begins to inject magic in the array.
Slowly the symbols in the inscription begin to light, started to intertwine with each other. When the inscription fully lighted, there came the roaring of the devil and the hymn of the heavens mixed in a rhythmical way from it.
Rogge was sweating and his veins were popping while trying to support the array that seems to be absorbing his mana like an endless abyss.
A cloud of black mist suddenly appeared in the centre of the array which then continually began to expand, dripping with mercury-like liquids.
This mass of silver liquid kept on increasing and after a long time, the black mist dissipated from the array, leaving behind only a mercury-like substance in the air, constantly rolling and transforming.
Rogge chanted another spell and put his hand over that substance and slowly a drop of golden matter seeped out of his fingertips and fell on the top of that substance.
The substance violently reacted when coming in touch with that golden matter. It suddenly sprayed a black mist filling the array blocking the view from outside.
Rogge, completely drained of his mana, sat staring at the array which was occasionally flashing with silver lights with hopeful eyes.
Rogge knew that this creature will be the one that has not existed in this world before, and whatever it was, he hoped that the pet will have pair silver eyes.
The Fog slowly scattered, leaving Rogge speechless.
Rogge stared at his new pet, a tattered skeleton.
TL's notes: This is the first try in translation and I have tried to make it as close as possible to the real one.
Editors notes: This was our first time editing and man was it hard.
If you find some mistakes and have suggestions please give us a shout.
Editors: Fragrantpig89
This is our first try at translating and we hope that you will enjoy this as we do.
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Flower were flowers, trees were trees, other than the colour seemingly blurry, the world looked no different.
Rather, it was Rogge where all the difference laid.
After waking up, Rogge felt like a fish in a pool of water.
The world seemed to be partitioned with a transparent film and swaying rhythmically in the waves of the pond. There seems to be an invisible barrier that was making him unable to pear clearly the other side.
Whenever he tried to force his way to another side he just kept getting rebounded, like a fish in the crystal bowl. When it tries to go beyond the tank it gets bounced back.
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As the summer passed into autumn, Rogge recovered from his earlier state, almost being back to normal, and along with his body that was gripped with vices of the past. And now he no longer wakes up in the morning to check, whether his hand has turned into a bone.
Rogge, can clearly feel the presence of God's essence, a pair of silver eyes, sharp like a knife, an engrave and a white robe rippling in the air.
These fragments of vision would occasionally flash in his mind igniting his heart.
Necromancer's soul has the instinctive loathing of the God's essence as it was afraid of it changing the nature of Rogge, slowly that pressure died down as it is clear that it was not able to dilute the lascivious in Rogge's heart.
Many noble students were bigoted, and this was particularly evident in the Rogge. However, Most noble displayed bigotry through their belief that they were far superior to the common student.
But in the case of Rogge, he wished to create a pet out of God's essence is nothing out of ordinary.
He doesn't have any strong desire like to try to understand the god's essence or the wonder the might of heaven. He doesn't even have the immediate thirst for power.
Owing a pet is only possible for the Rank 7 magicians as it is directly dependent to the mana force of the magician.
But in the Rogge's case, because of the fusion with Necromancer's soul, and his understanding of the essence of the magic and God's essence, he will be able to create pet if he becomes Rank 3 magician.
Frost was a Rank 9 magician. His magic laboratory was in the quiet and the deep part of the magic school. It was a two storey building.
Frost was at most a mid-rank magician, despite that the good treatment of him by the school was because besides being a magician, he was also an accomplished practising inscriptionist. Which was more important and privileged. Well, who don't like high order magic items.
For Rogge to be able to work under him, it certainly, was not for the Rogge's appearance, which was quite unlikeable but the reason that Frost choose Rogge to be his apprentice was because of his skill at the flattery on one hand and on the other hand it was because he could endure the experiment in the lab and be like a precious testing gem.
Rogge was by no mean a gentleman himself. He understands that "in order to get big profit latter he must sacrifice something at the present".This reasoning in Rogge stemmed from the unconscious awareness of his lessor noble origin and for him to live the life of the so-called higher nobles, he has to do things that are sometimes of questionable standards.
After several occasions of enjoyments together, Rogge and Feith's friendship deepened as they found too much common stance between themselves.
But anyway, after the fusion, Rogge started to find every moment of his to study magic, seeing the sudden and frantic studying of magic and magic essence by Rogge, Frost nonetheless was quite happy as Rogge was still his apprentice.
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"Teacher, what are the use of these symbols in inscriptions?”
"It is the same as the spells that you learn, these symbols are drawn in order to draw the corresponding magic energy or mana from the surroundings. The function of the inscriptions differs with the use of different materials and Symbols.
And an inscription function is determined by the combination of size, type, and order of the symbols and materials.
"Then, the inscription combinations, would it not be a lot?"
"Of course.” There are hundreds of magic materials recorded. There are also dozens of magical energies with the pure attribute, including a variety of divine energy.
“Coupled with the control of energy, law, flow, time, the numbers of combinations are endless. Existing foundation of inscriptions is the result of efforts of predecessors and their countless failures."
"What would happen if a combination of an inscription is wrong?”
Just after asking this question Rogge reproached himself as a fool. The explosion, that occurred from time to time in the lab, doesn't it explain the problem?
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However, Rogge's luck was really good. Although, Frost's mana was not large, as a practising inscriptionist, his knowledge of arrays was really proficient.
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In Rhine magic school, three-quarter of the students were nobles and like Rogge, lesser nobles were often looked down upon by those nobles. These noble students were not hard working as the common students. However, with the gap brought about by the use of magical equipment, junior mages were able to suppress the common students.
Due to this disparity in the financial resources, common students have no way to improve their magic other than hard work.
However, Rogge had neither the financial resources to buy magical items nor the hard-working nature, therefore, his strength was quite average, occasionally bullying common students and some normal people.
As the day went by, the weather grew cold. And almost all the students that knew Rogge earlier were amazed at his change, The short and stout shameless fellow nowadays, if not immersed in the heap of the old books in the library, then mediating in his room.
With the constant practice, his mana slowly increased, and finally, in a snowy day, Rogge's mana finally reached Rank 3.
After his advancement, Rogge had an unexpected finding. His body was completely reconstructed, his body now possessed explosive power and agility that was no less than the wild beast.
"You are more of a beast than a man" Necromancer summarized this development.
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After the initial phase of soul fusion, Rogge had realized that he can talk to the necromancer's soul in his consciousness and now two people's soul had become fully integrated, it was hard to tell who was who.
But it was clear that this argument can only come from the necromancer who had the deep understanding of the anatomy of both human and beast.
Another surprise that Rogge found in the aftermath of the fusion was the spiritual force.
In one of the afternoon, he was struggling with the principles of the wind magic when a pair of silver eyes burned his mind. This sudden flash in his mind made Rogge recoil.
"I really want to drink," Rogge had thought while remembering the wine glass he had kept in the table by the window back in his room. After that brief flash of those silver eyes, he again prepared to sink in the ocean of the magic when he noticed that there was a wine glass hanging in the air suspending over his head.
With Rogge taken by surprise, the glass fell down spilling the cheap wine all over his head.
After Rogge found that his spiritual powers can control an object he started his gruesome and tiring practice and finally threw the cat that kept sneaking in his room to steal food out of his room by his spiritual power.
This ability compared to magic seem to be useless and troublesome but he had the vague feeling that this is going to be extremely useful in the future as this was the understanding that he gained through the fusion of necromancer's soul.
Many years later, he found that he had wronged the necromancer as his foresight originally came from an instinct of a sinister villain.
……………….
In any case, the great day has finally arrived.
Rogge was almost ecstatic while looking at the fresh inscriptions that he had drawn in the room. He had small changes to this pet summon to match with the god’s essence.
Generally, magician's pet was usually nothing much than small monsters like a crow, black cat that were mostly used in scouting.
The summoned pet and magician have the direct soul connection and the death of the pet can result in the most serious harm to the magician.
This point was repeatedly asserted by Frost and advising Rogge to summon a hamster rather than a wild boar because mage’s pet has very little meaning in combat, even big sized animals like black tiger are not much help in a battle.
Instead of using a pet to battle it is more easy and safe to directly summon some big and strong monster that is not the pet.
……………….
Rogge completed the chanting of his spell and begins to inject magic in the array.
Slowly the symbols in the inscription begin to light, started to intertwine with each other. When the inscription fully lighted, there came the roaring of the devil and the hymn of the heavens mixed in a rhythmical way from it.
Rogge was sweating and his veins were popping while trying to support the array that seems to be absorbing his mana like an endless abyss.
A cloud of black mist suddenly appeared in the centre of the array which then continually began to expand, dripping with mercury-like liquids.
This mass of silver liquid kept on increasing and after a long time, the black mist dissipated from the array, leaving behind only a mercury-like substance in the air, constantly rolling and transforming.
Rogge chanted another spell and put his hand over that substance and slowly a drop of golden matter seeped out of his fingertips and fell on the top of that substance.
The substance violently reacted when coming in touch with that golden matter. It suddenly sprayed a black mist filling the array blocking the view from outside.
Rogge, completely drained of his mana, sat staring at the array which was occasionally flashing with silver lights with hopeful eyes.
Rogge knew that this creature will be the one that has not existed in this world before, and whatever it was, he hoped that the pet will have pair silver eyes.
The Fog slowly scattered, leaving Rogge speechless.
Rogge stared at his new pet, a tattered skeleton.
TL's notes: This is the first try in translation and I have tried to make it as close as possible to the real one.
Editors notes: This was our first time editing and man was it hard.
If you find some mistakes and have suggestions please give us a shout.
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