Chapter 91: Kragami the Decayer (1/2)
After puking so much blood, Rino was amazed that the old magician still had some blood left in him to form that blood magic contract with him.
As daybreak was approaching, they had to finish the contract quickly. Rino helped with drafting the contract and the swamp magician marvelled at the weird contract circle scratched onto a mossy rock using water pressure.
This young lich had a very interesting way of using magic that even the old necromancer did not know about. It was creative yet highly efficient. Teaching such a promising magician was no loss at all. He might not be able to rule the world, but there was no doubt that this lich could.
The title of the monarch's tutor could not be worse than the title of the ruler himself. In fact, it was a great honour to become a royal tutor.
”What language is that?” the necromancer asked and squinted at the completed magic circle.
”It's Deutsche, the common language of magic from where I came from.”
Although the necromancer could not read what it said, he understood some of the symbols used. It might look slightly different from the signs he used, but he recognised the format.
”I understand,” he told Rino. ”I will swear upon my blood and true name.”
Expecting nothing less, Rino nodded and took a few steps back so that the necromancer could complete the ritual. He might not make the swamp master an immortal, but Rino wanted this magician to live for a very long time, so he added a little something in the blood contract circle to ensure that the man would live for long enough to see his empire built.
”I swear upon my blood and true name, Kragami the Decayer, to serve the Monarch of Solitude and never betray him.”
Clenching his fist and piercing his palm with his jagged nails, Kragami let the blood flow and drip onto the moss-covered rock.
The magic circle activated with an ominous red glow, demanding more blood as rune patterns flew into the air and wrapped around Kragami like a chain before disappearing into his body and coiling around his heart.
With that, the mossy rock disintegrated, and Kragami felt his powers increasing tremendously, surpassing what he knew previously. It went past his previous limits even when his soul was bound to the magic tree, and the old necromancer gasped.
His skin tightened, and the wrinkles smoothened. The hunch in his back and stiff joints straightened with ease, making him feel ten times lighter as his injuries healed. The overflowing mana in his veins gave him strength and vigour he never experienced even in his youth.
With surprised eyes, Kragami turned to look at the lich. Who exactly was this magician? How could any individual possess such overwhelming power? Whatever Kragami felt, he knew this was just a fraction of what Rino felt. How could a magician like him become the future king's teacher?