Surviving in a Frozen Dark Fantasy as a Genius Mage - Chapter 91

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◈ Surviving the Frozen Dark Fantasy as a Genius Mage ◈

Chapter 91: Cleanup, And

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The short but intense battle was over.

I staggered and let out a sigh.

Was it the Tome of Starlight after all?

The fusion spell I’d gained this time was so unpredictable and powerful that even formidable opponents wouldn’t see it coming.

‘The combination of clones and lightning even let me protect myself to some extent against stealthy rogues!’

‘Of course, it burns through spell parchments just as quickly.’

The more spells I acquired, the more their drawbacks would be offset and the greater my potential would become.

“Bwahahahahahaha!”

I really was a genius!

Drunk on the power of my new spells, I cackled.

‘What if I could reach that level in the Mindscape?’

Just imagining it sent a thrill through me.

“That’s a spell I’ve never seen before. Impressive.”

Right? Right?

Even Darnen, a powerful dark mage, looked at me in admiration.

Kehhehehehe!

“...”

When I kept laughing, she shook her head and removed the dead dark elf assassin’s mask.

“Hmm, as I thought.”

After checking the assassin’s face, Darnen calmly revealed something shocking.

“You just killed one of the Veliar Family’s succession candidates.”

“What?”

“They probably tried to assassinate me amid the chaos. My death would leave an opening in the line of succession.”

[Ian has killed a wicked dark elf clan member! And a noble at that!]

[Achievement: Noble Slayer]

“...”

All laughter vanished at that shocking revelation.

“What the fuck?”

Fuck, I killed a noble just now?

They weren’t Dmitri’s underling?

Was it the poison smeared on that dark elf bastard’s blade? Or was I simply too shocked? Suddenly, I couldn’t speak properly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll say I killed them. Thanks to you, an annoying fly is gone. You have my thanks.”

“No...”

Darnen searched the dead dark elf noble’s clothes, deftly pulled out an antidote, and gave it to me.

“Drink.”

“Mmph.”

Gulp, gulp, gulp.

Then she casually stored the corpses in the Coffin of the Living Dead, a magic item shaped like a black coffin. She opened the door and headed for the room next to ours.

“D-dark elf?! No, you’re...!”

Gimlius panicked when he saw Darnen, then relaxed after spotting me.

Beside him, Daisy and Elena were sleeping soundly.

“Ian? Did something happen? Why is there blood...?”

“Your friends are safe. Still, just in case, I’ll strengthen the guard with my familiars.”

After confirming that, Darnen stationed undead guards outside before returning to her room, still holding my hand.

“Um, why did you bring me back here?”

I asked, ignoring the cool, smooth sensation that felt strangely nice.

“We promised to sleep together.”

Darnen sat lightly on the bed and spoke so calmly that anyone listening would misunderstand.

“People would get the wrong idea if they heard that.”

She undid the tie holding her hair back and lay down on the bed.

“Let’s settle the loot tomorrow and sleep first.”

Darnen pulled back the blanket and patted the spot beside her.

“...”

Her tired purple eyes were languid, and sensuality overflowed from her. She had wiped out the Secret Society’s underlings in an instant, and her breasts were as overwhelming as her strength.

Come here.

‘The safest place possible right now!’

“Woohoo!”

Her embrace was warm and soft.

* * *

Shadows whispered beyond a round table shrouded in darkness.

-I heard what happened, Dragon Slayer. You even wrote an invitation, yet you couldn’t handle a single brat. What a joke you’ve made of yourself.

-Hmph. We don’t concern ourselves much with each member’s individual activities, but isn’t this going too far?

They were fellow members of the Secret Society, the same organization Dmitri belonged to.

‘That bastard who hides in the Magic Tower and spies dares...’

Dmitri clenched a fist and glared at the figure mocking Dmitri with a wide, twisted grin.

-Your identity is already quietly spreading throughout the Labyrinth. This could not only cause us serious damage, but threaten the organization’s continued existence.

Behind the figure, hidden beneath sticky darkness so that only a cloak and shadow could be seen, the shadow of an ominous snake writhed.

Hissss!

-Do you understand? Bow your head and hide, loser.

The snake laughed.

That prompted the other members to warn Dmitri as well.

-The Third Eye is right. You suffered serious injuries too, so lie low for a while. The leader has already been informed.

-...

Humiliation surged through Dmitri, who ground his teeth.

Hyena-like bastards.

They cowered because they feared the higher-ups in the City Administration and the Guild. What gave them the right to talk?

I’m the only one sincerely acting for the greater cause.

“...Damn it.”

Still, there was nothing Dmitri could do.

The underlings Dmitri had sent to deal with the boy had also stopped responding.

That being. No, Dmitri, the first explorer of the Deep Floors who had been drenched in dragon blood and become a dragon himself, ultimately gave up the pursuit.

“This debt will cost you dearly, mage of Thunderfall.”

Dmitri vowed revenge against the young mage who had brought such humiliation.

* * *

The floor the Ogre zombie had destroyed had already been perfectly repaired.

Whether Darnen had handled it or this was simply how dark elf society worked, the night’s commotion passed as though it had never happened.

“So those bastards attacked us last night, and you and that dark elf stopped them?”

Morning came, and I nodded as I looked at Elena and Daisy, who both seemed angry.

“Yeah.”

“You idiot! If something like that happened, you should’ve woken us up!”

“Exactly!”

“I knew something was strange!”

Elena looked especially upset. At dawn, she’d noticed I was gone, gone to Darnen’s room, and been turned away at the door.

Grrrr, kaaaan...

She glared at Darnen, killing intent pouring from her.

Mm, she was right if we considered the party’s safety.

But I’d been momentarily bewitched.

I’d also fallen asleep right after the battle because I was exhausted.

‘Is this the danger of dark elves?’

“Anyway, that’s not what matters.”

“It matters!”

“It matters, Ian.”

I tried to brush it off, but even Daisy, who was always on my side, kept pressing me along with Elena.

“Super genius mage Ian needed rest, so I let him sleep. He was struck by an enemy’s poisoned dagger during the battle.”

Darnen stepped in to defend me.

“What?! Hey! Are you okay?!”

“W-we need to treat him!”

[Purification]

There was another commotion, but at least the topic changed.

Phew.

Now I needed to do what had to be done.

First, there were the people who had attacked us yesterday, likely Secret Society underlings.

I asked Darnen, the dark mage, a question.

“Darnen, did the ones who died yesterday lose their souls too?”

“Yes. Their souls have already gone to the master who held them in their grasp.”

Tch, so we couldn’t dig up information about the Secret Society.

“That’s as vicious as the methods demons use. Who could they be?”

Darnen asked.

It was a sincere question.

‘She got dragged into this because of me too...’

I couldn’t keep hiding it now.

This was a matter of trust.

Having made my decision, I told Darnen who they were.

“They’re called the Secret Society.”

“I see. I’ve heard of them. You got caught up with troublesome people.”

She only nodded calmly, as if to say she understood.

She didn’t say they were too dangerous and that we had to leave.

‘She’s remarkably calm for someone facing the Secret Society...’

“How are we dividing the loot?”

She asked that instead.

She meant the equipment left behind by the Secret Society underlings we had killed.

They were skilled enough to infiltrate a dark elf noble family.

Naturally, they carried useful magic items.

The two crushed by the Ogre zombie had been turned to mush along with their equipment, so there was nothing to salvage. Still, we could loot the gear used by the halfling and the dead Veliar Family dark elf.

First was the helmet the halfling had worn, engraved with a vine pattern.

‘The Shadow Helm of the Darkgrove Warden!’

It was a fine item that allowed its wearer to use the level-two Invisibility spell once a day.

‘It must be worth hundreds of gold coins!’

They said the bastard had sold their soul, and it seemed they had gotten the good stuff.

[Why am I not an Arcane mage? Why can’t I fulfill my dream? Ah... How bitter! I have never resented not being an Arcane mage as much as I do today!]

-Notes of a Fire Mage Whose Dream Was Crushed

It was equipment that improved survivability and stealth.

Besides, for someone, it was dream equipment.

‘With this, I could even peek into the women’s bathhouse!’

I could become Ian, Master of the Invisible Cloak.

And then... the blade used by the dark elf.

‘I’m not sure what this is...’

It didn’t seem like a particularly rare item, so I tilted my head. Then Darnen spoke.

“It’s a sword forged by the family’s craftsmen using dark iron and various rare materials. Its edge grows sharper when stabbing from behind, and the blade becomes harder to see in darkness.”

“Ooh...”

It was a vicious weapon worthy of a dark elf.

Darnen and I had handled the battle, so only the two of us needed to divide the loot.

“Ian, what do you want?”

“Obviously the invisibility helmet.”

The higher we climbed, the more vicious the monsters and gimmicks became.

Even then, a mage was still a glass cannon, so I needed several ways to protect myself.

But Darnen was a spellcaster too, so she would want this.

Reluctantly, we’d have to roll the dice...

Contrary to my expectations, Darnen coolly handed me the helmet.

“Then take it.”

“Huh?”