Chapter 129: You killed it?! (2/2)
But to think that they weren't tribal folk? To think that they were even above the highly developed ancient civilization that Layn was already familiar with?
'I guess there is a limit to what I can stomach,' Layn thought while unconsciously putting a wry smile on his face. 'There is a limit even for me,' he shook his head to get rid of those distracting thoughts.
”Okay then,” Castor said after accompanying his subordinate with his eyes as she went away. ”Let's start with this. What were you doing on the desert in the first place?”
”Well, it would be a lie to call it a desert per se,” Layn smiled, recalling the vast, fertile meadows. The meadows on which he envisioned his academy would stand one day. ”It was more like a sea of grass? It was even by the lake,” Layn spoke, immersing himself in the memories.
”That's indeed a nice picture,” Castor admitted with a smile. ”But you know that's not what I wanted to know.”
”Well,” Layn started, shaken awake from his beautiful memories, which were in turn replaced by the bloody scenes of the fight. ”You might believe it or not, but that Overlord of Origin?” Layn abruptly changed the structure of his sentence only to lower his head for a moment.
”What about it?” Castor asked after a moment of silence.
”I killed it,” Layn answered casually as if he was speaking about some kind of petty or maybe an evolved monster.
”Oh, so you killed it?” Castor shook his head with a mixed expression on his face.
”Yeah, it was as big as a mountain, looking quite like a wolf... Or maybe a werewolf?” Layn took a moment to think about it before correcting himself. ”Or maybe, a wolf that learned how to stand upright?”
For a moment, neither of the parties said a single word more. Rather than that, a series of funny changes started to appear. From gentle and silent ridicule, through disbelief all the way to the complete defeat.
”You actually killed it?” Castor asked, lowering his head. It appeared that the reality slowly started to dawn on him.
”I'm pretty positive about that. Well, the state you saw me in... It wasn't even that monster's attack,” Layn suddenly informed. ”It was actually the backlash of the technique I used to kill it.”
For a moment, the silence ensued. Once again, neither of the parties decided to speak up.
And then, as if suddenly coming to a decision, Castor started moving.
”Sitra!” He called out, only for the girl to appear beside the two men in a flash. ”Take three horses and ride for the Warseen. Inform the senate that the frontier just opened up,” Castor uttered his orders in a tone Layn didn't see him use before.
But it wasn't the end of things. As if some kind of silent alarm was rung, the entire camp stirred into action.
”Huh? Was that really that big of a deal?” Layn asked, surprised by how everything suddenly went from zero to a hundred.
”A big of a deal?” Castor looked at the archmage as if he was some kind of madman. ”Without the Overlord, the magic in the area will be plastic. Without the Overlord, we will finally be able to make a push and migrate!” he shouted as if his words had some kind of deeper sense.
”Migrate? Push through the frontier?” Layn repeated Castor's words, not daring to let his eyes off the man's face. ”What is so great about something like that? Is there any need to hurry in the first place?”
Once again, silence lasted for a while. It wasn't the same as before with all the ruckus caused by the huge group of people running around the camp.
”Listen, and listen well. Even if you are just trying to dupe us, this is too big of an opportunity for our people to not jump on it,” Caster sighed before explaining. ”If you really killed that damned beast, then we will finally be able to escape from those traitorous bastards of allies that nearly eradicated our kin!”