"What kind of power is this? I'm a mage now?" Logan questioned, as he looked at his palms; they emitted small green particles, like green smoke circulating around them. Green-colored mana! He gulped, then abruptly reached out his right hand.
The green fog stretched across his room like a smoke tentacle; it latched onto a vase, and the green smoke swirled around it like a snake binding its prey.
Logan's eyes widened. He moved his hand; the smoke followed like a wave. The vase then floated in the air.
"What?" Logan was shocked. This is one of the abilities of a 3rd-circle mage! Telekinesis! How can I cast it when I haven't even learned the fundamentals of being a mage?
Initially, Logan was a Rank-C swordsman; he hadn't possessed the qualities of a mage, but now his imagination had improved, and his brain held information only mages learned.
I can now disguise myself again, this time effectively with magic, so I won't be caught again by Lilith and her student while doing volunteer work.
And with this power, I can protect Arian even more. But first, I have to put it to another good use. Logan clenched his fist and grinned.
Later that night, outside a grandiose mansion, Logan stood on a tree branch. He wore a black robe, and a black mouth mask covered his mouth.
Louise Gratsie, a nobleman of the kingdom, had helped it greatly with his wealth and was a key founder of the navy battleships we created. But where there's light, there's also shadow; in secret, he bought human slaves, torturing them to death for amusement. He raped and killed one of his maids, and, worse, suggested to the king that he marry Arian. I can't believe Father still kept him alive after that. I've done my research, it won't affect us when he's killed. He's already served his purpose.
Logan clenched his fists, then vanished.
Inside the mansion, Louise Gratsie sat alone at the dining table; he had no family, being the only survivor. After a while, a maid entered the grand dining room with silver plates in a silver cover.
The maid elegantly placed the food before Gratsie. Inside her thoughts, however, she panicked, telling herself not to mess up, as she'd heard rumors about the nobleman.
The nobleman glanced at the maid. "You're the new one?" he asked as the silver cover was being lifted, revealing the delicious meal.
"Yes, sir," the maid replied calmly, doing her best.
But then, suddenly, she felt a hand on her behind; it was Louise. "Hmm… you have a nice figure…" He caressed her, moving his hand around like cleaning a ball. The maid remained silent, suppressing the urge to scream.
Then she felt another hand on her chest. She twitched, her hands trembling as she supported herself by holding the table's edge. Please no! she screamed in her thoughts. She closed her eyes and prayed.
Suddenly, the man stood behind her; his hand moved from her chest to her chin, turning her face toward his. Their lips were almost touching. The maid's whole body trembled in fear. Tears welled in her closed eyes. She felt something poking her back. Then…
Just as the nobleman was about to unzip his pants, a low voice shouted, "Are you always in heat like this?"
It was Logan, in a black robe, his palms glowing green. He appeared at the doorway.
The nobleman jumped and let go of the maid. Utensils clattered to the ground. The maid escaped, tears pouring down her face, as she ran toward the door.
"W-who are you?!" the man screamed. "Where are the guards? Guards!" His eyes widened in confusion.
"No use…" Logan muttered. "Don't struggle, and I will end your life swiftly and painlessly."
"You dare kill a nobleman? Do you know what will happen to you if they find out?" the nobleman threatened.
Logan scoffed. "That's the neat part; they won't."
"What?" The nobleman composed himself. "Kuku, you may not know it, but I am a Rank-B, 3rd-stage intermediate swordsman! Prepare for your doom!" He reached for his sword beside his chair, unsheathing it from its scabbard.
He pointed it at Logan. "After I capture you, I'll tie you to a chair and let you watch me enjoy that maid!" He smiled like a freak, he then charged at Logan. Logan squinted in anger. "For last words, those sure are pathetic," Logan flicked his wrists.
*Spew!*
A crescent-shaped jet of water flew from his hands toward the nobleman. The nobleman slashed at the water, and it dissipated in mid-air.
But despite the failed attack, Logan was still amused by his ability.
Good heavens! Just a day ago, I was swinging wooden swords like a baby. Now I'm a mage! And it feels like I've cast countless spells. A gift from God indeed.
The nobleman closed the distance, slashing his sword, but Logan was quick enough to dodge it. Logan countered, flicking his wrists; this time, three fireballs appeared.
"Hah! You only use basic elemental spells? You must be no more than a 2nd-circle mage, haha!" the nobleman barked, his confidence boosted.
But the spell Logan cast was no ordinary basic spell. Logan grinned, reaching out his hand and willing.
Telekinesis!
Suddenly, the green mana on Logan's palms stretched out to the flying fireballs and bound them. The nobleman, running toward him, had positioned his sword ready to slash the fireballs.
But when the three fireballs were in his range, they changed direction, avoiding his slashes and heading toward the nobleman's back.
He turned around and one by one, the fireballs flew at him. The nobleman, agile, pivoted, backflipped, and sidestepped, dodging them.
"Hah! Did you see that?" Before he could finish, he turned to see Logan standing very close. The nobleman looked him in the eyes. Suddenly, his mouth opened, and blood gushed out.
Confusion hit him. He looked at his palms; nothing. Then he felt something warm flowing down his stomach. He looked down; a stream of blood flowed from a hole in his chest. The blood flowed down, dyeing the tiles red.
Logan looked him in the eye. "Thank you for your service to the kingdom," he said, turning and leaving.
"Y-you…" The nobleman pointed, but he gagged, more blood gushing from his mouth. His body swayed, and eventually…
*Flop!*
He fell into the pool of blood, his eyes still open, seemingly staring into an endless abyss; his body had gone pale, and life was no longer detected.
...
..."This is your new mission," the general slid a paper across his desk, containing some information.
The four standing before him glanced at it. "Escorting?"