The Great Mage Returns after 4000 Years – Chapter 54 – Contact (5)
Frey read in a book that the presence of Dragons had slowly faded from the present world.
To be precise, they vanished.
No one knew if the strong mediators who watched over the continent in the past had truly disappeared.
There were no records. In fact, Frey always felt like there was something missing when he read history books.
It was as if someone had intentionally distorted or hid certain parts of history.
“Actually, I don’t even know what my father and mother look like.”
“Are Dragons still on the continent?”
“…I don’t know.”
Beniang smiled bitterly.
She shook her head as if to shake off her sadness before looking at Frey with clear eyes for the first time.
“Frey Blake, what I’m about to tell you is something only a few people in my circle know. Are you confident that you won’t talk about this?”
Frey noticed that she didn’t want this information to get out.
After explaining the situation to him in detail it seemed she had chosen to trust Frey’s character.
He meant it.
If it was Shepard Jun here speaking to him, there was a good chance that he would threaten Frey or even directly try to take his life.
That was the surest way to ensure a secret was kept, Frey had no intention of denying that fact.
However, Beniang had chosen such an uncertain method.
To ask him to keep it a secret after he found out. It was like leaving her fate to another person.
Her gentle appearance reminded him of Schweiser. He was a nice guy who didn’t know how to doubt people and could smile even after he was betrayed.
Once again he had felt a semblance of his old friend in these modern humans.
Frey shook his head.
“I won’t tell anyone.”
Beniang continued speaking in a calm voice.
“My egg is said to have been found in a Green Dragon’s lair that had already been swept through by Demigods. 200 years ago.”
200 years ago.
It was much longer ago than Frey thought.
“According to the records, when it was found, the lair had already been completely devastated and the Dragon’s corpse could not be found. It was recorded that the only thing that was left in the lair was me.”
They couldn’t even find a body.
It was unknown how the only thing that remained safe in the destroyed lair was the egg.
“50 years ago, I hatched from that egg.”
“You incubated for 150 years.”
Frey also guessed the reason.
In order to hatch a Dragon’s egg, the parent Dragon needed to incubate it by slowly injecting their mana into it.
The mana would be changed to temper the baby’s Dragon Heart.
This process alone greatly reduced the incubation period as well as ensured that the hatchling would be healthy.
But Beniang did not get to receive this process.
No, it was already a miracle that she had even hatched in the first place.
Now she must be so unstable and weak that she couldn’t even be considered a Half-Dragon.
“My form when I hatched was not that of a Dragon, but of a human. That was when the members of the circle realised that I was a Half-Dragon.”
It would have been almost impossible for them to tell that from the outside.
There might have been a slight difference in the size of the egg, but it was highly unlikely that people in that time would have been able to accurately determine the size of a Dragon’s egg.
“Afterwards, it was Osel Argento, the former Circle Master of the Traumen Rings, who raised me. I…considered him, my real father.”
The previous Circle Master who died in battle with a Demigod.
When she said his name, Beniang’s expression drooped slightly.
It seemed that she really took this man Osel, who raised her, to be her father instead of a Green Dragon she never saw.
“After his death, I, his foster daughter, took his place. It was not the custom. It’s just that, since the incident, a lot of people decided to leave the circle. Not only the Force Honors but even the Circle Rounder.”
This meant that she had no choice but to take the position.
Beniang looked depressed.
“I’ve said everything I can. Now tell me about you. How do you know about dragons?” (TL: Frey: ’I…am Lucas Traumen.’…Beniang: “…” *head explodes*)
Frey looked at Beniang.
In other words, her parent was a Green Dragon like his teacher.
It didn’t seem like a coincidence.
What’s more, Beniang looked very much like his teacher.
Her personality was different, but her eyes and aura were the same.
Frey wondered for a moment if one of her parents might have actually been his teacher but he soon realised how ridiculous the probability of that was.
“I saw it in a book.”
“A book I found in the Great Sage’s dungeon. There was a detailed description of dragons inside of it.”
“Schweiser Strow’s memoirs!”
Beniang was startled.
“In-, indeed. That’s right. It was recorded that 4,000 years ago, Humans and Dragons joined forces to fight the Demigods.”
There was a moment of silence.
After thinking for a while, Beniang got up from her seat.
“…that’s all I have to say.”
“Thank you for your honesty. I will never speak of the things that you have told me.”
Even though it was only a verbal oath, Beniang did not seem to have any doubts.
She looked at Frey and spoke cautiously.
“…well, so what do we do now? I can’t be away for too long so I’m thinking of heading back right away.”
Frey didn’t need to think too long.
After all, he wanted to know of the inner workings of the circle and also to see it with his own eyes.
Although it was in the midst of a downward spiral, the Traumen Rings were still suitable.
Rather, it was because there would be no useless arrogance or confidence that made this the best corner.
“If you don’t mind, may I take a look at the Traumen Rings?”
“Of, of course!”
Beniang’s face brightened to the point that she was almost shining.
In all honesty, Frey was completely unfamiliar with her expressions and reactions.
This was because Frey had never met a Dragon who expressed emotion so clearly.
‘No. She’s a Half-Dragon.’
“I’ll just pack my luggage and go down right away.”
“Yeah. Then I’ll wait downstairs.”
Beniang headed downstairs.
He had no luggage to pack. Frey just wanted to take some time to organize his thoughts.
He had always been thinking about creating a strong force.
It was impossible to bring down the Demigod all alone.
That was why he was overjoyed when he learned of the existence of the circle.
There were limits to what one could do on their own. Especially when it came to humans dealing with Demigods.
Therefore Frey needed a force behind his back.
To be precise, what he needed was ‘a force he can trust’.
Although he withheld his judgment on the circle, Frey couldn’t help but feel extremely disappointed with the things that he had seen recently.
It was enough for him to feel anger at the Big Three who were playing with their power but were still unable to unite together.
‘We need to unite our forces.’
The circle should be one.
If the executives of the three largest circles heard that, they would definitely laugh, but Frey had the confidence to do it.
To do that, they needed a central point.
Frey was planning on going to the Traumen Rings and taking a look around.
It didn’t matter how powerful they were. The important thing was not their external strength but their inner strength.
He wanted to know what their standpoint was on the fight with the Demigods.
If he felt that the Traumen Rings was the right circle to be the center, then he would revive them.
The Great Mage, Lucas Traumen was confident in his ability to do that.
* * *
“What are you so upset about? Did I say something wrong Master Beniang?”
As Frey came down to the ground floor, he frowned as he heard a voice that he was sure he’d heard somewhere before.
There seemed to be a quiet conflict happening not far away.
When he turned his head to look, he found where Beniang was standing.
She was standing with her head lowered, biting her lips.
And in front of her was a man who did not seem to be pleased to see Frey.
“Oh. You’re finally down. You seem to have more weight than a Circle Master. How impressive.”
A middle aged wizard who was a blatantly arrogant Force Honor of the Phisfounder Armlets and someone who Frey had had a dispute with not long ago.
It was Dugenjar.
(TL:…can we just kill this guy? He makes me sick…)