Chapter 19: It worked… (1/2)
”Free City, huh?” Arima mumbled and looked at Elia. He and Lifa had already returned to the elves' royal mansion.
”I assume Niria can find me a smithy, right?”
”Yes, of course. She already left though…”
”That's not a problem,” Arima interrupted her. He sat on a couch and closed his eyes. ”Don't disturb me for a moment. [Revelare Caelum et Terram - Index Mundo].”
He cast World index. His spirit and mana spread across the whole continent. Lifa and Elia who were in the same room as him staggered and almost lost their balance. The amount of spirit Arima had released in that short moment was monstrous.
One more time, everyone felt a magnitude of strength they had never seen before scan them. All of those who felt the previous clash between Jorga and Arima were wondering what the hell was going on today.
Especially the Elven King. This time he realized that it came from his own mansion and was stupefied. Jorga also felt it. He glanced on the direction of the city and returned to rest soon after.
Then, the wave of spirit stopped as quickly as it arose and Arima opened his eyes. He rubbed his temples a bit. ”Found her.”
When Elia heard him, she felt extremely incredulous. She then realized that no one on this continent could ever be able to hide from him even if they wanted to.
”I'll go right away. There's a magic I want to test,” Arima beckoned Night and the latter stood up and came to his side.
”You're going to try that?” He asked and Arima nodded.
”What is it?”
”Displacement magic,” Night replied to Lifa in Arima's stead because he was already focused on his magic formation. An azure circle formed at his feet and surrounded both him and Night.
”[Atlantis],” he chanted and the circle produced a vortex of azure water that shrouded the two of them. ”Later,” he waved his hand then the circle and the vortex shrank until it disappeared along with him and Night.
At this exact moment, a tall and good-looking elf barged into the room. When he saw that there was only Elia and Lifa, he panicked a bit.
”Elia! Was the human you welcomed the man who had a conflict with Master Jorga?”
”Father. Yes, it was him.”
Although he had already expected it, his eyes narrowed. When he realized such a powerhouse visited his daughters in his own mansion, he felt frustrated. ”Where is he now?”
”He went to Free City,” Lifa responded calmly. Her father turned toward her.
”Why did he clash with Master Jorga?”
Lifa shook her head. ”I'm not sure myself. They faced each other for a few minutes and after that, they looked as if they were best friends.”
The King lowered his head and acquiesced. ”I see, if he ever comes back, tell me,” he instructed and turned around to leave.
”Father, wait,” Elia stopped him before he could.
”What is it?”
”There's something I need to discuss with you; something that human brought to the table.”
The Elven King frowned. ”Say it.”
***
Inside a carriage, outside of the forest, Niria was heading toward Free City. She was talking with her guard about the spirit wave they had just sensed.
”Alex, who do you think it was? That old snake?”
”No,” Alex shook his head.
”Then, who? I don't think anyone else could do-” She stopped because she sensed a strange magic fluctuation. She looked outside through the window of the carriage, which was pulled by strange creatures that looked like mapinguaries. She spotted a weird azure whirlpool in the path of her carriage and saw Arima and Night walk out from it.
Niria was still trying to comprehend what just happened when Alex spoke up, ”He is the one who did it.”
Alex's sudden words shocked her but she didn't even dare denying them. After all, he was one of the strongest individuals in the Alliance. The irony was that he had decided to become a mere bodyguard for Niria.
”Hey there,” Arima smiled, he was happy to have succeeded on his first try. That magic had no risk when well controlled but the problem was the destination that one needs to be familiar with. But his detection magic was enough to compensate for it.
On the other side, Niria realized that she had underestimated this human unfairly and was a bit angry with herself. She was indeed ready to help Elia with her peace strategy but she didn't believe that Arima was actually resourceful enough to play a huge part.
”…Do you need something by any chance?” She asked.
”Yeah, just a small favor.”
”It's all right. You can ask whatever as long it's not exaggerated. You can get in to talk while we head to the city.”
Arima entered the carriage and sat down next to Alex, with Niria in front of him. There wasn't space for Night so the he jumped on the top of the cart and sat down.
”So, what is this favor you're referring to?”
”Keeping things short; I need a private smithy for a week if possible.”
”Smithy? Right, you said you wanted mithril and adamantite from the elves. Does that mean you got them?”
”Yes. So, can you do it?”
”Of course, it's a small thing. I can do it for you in half an hour after arriving,” Niria said and paused. ”But I want you to do something in return.”
”Hm? What is it?”
”I want you to give me the Pope alive,” she responded and Alex sighed.