The King Of Tricks And Magic - Chapter 212

[ Name: Ren Arken

Age: 14

Race: Human

Strength: 400,000 (+4,300,000 [Mana])

Agility: 500,000 (+7,300,000 [Mana])

Vitality: 1,000,000 (+10,200,000 [Mana])

Mana: ~~~

Spiritual: ~~~

Intellect: 700, 000

Unique Skills:

-Magic cards -Appraisal -Evil gaze -Strengthen -Leap -Basic magics -Magic mastery -Grimoire of death -Real Clone [Heavenly Slime] -Eye of Wisdom -Sword God -Fenrir Arken -Reo Arken -Predator of the sky -Wild Beasts Skills -Knight’s soul -Defiler of the banished, Ataraxia -Slime Soul Diversion -Slime technique: Split -Tarot Emperor -Master of The Dragon King, Atlas]

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“Who are they?” (Geeta)

“Another enemy?” (Azaline)

Azaline and Geeta are worried that if they got attacked from three sides at one time, it would be a great danger for them even if the both of them are [Queen] ranked.

“No,” Replied Druid Oz as a smile formed on his face.

“They’re on our side,” said Druid Oz as he stared at the upcoming army from the east.

“On our side?” Azaline follows Druid Oz’s line of sight and after a while, the sight of thousands of owlfolk flying in a high speed clad in beautiful golden armor.

“That’s… owlfolks…?” (Geeta)

With the speed of the owlfolks, they approached Druid Oz at a higher speed than the demons that are marching towards them from the north and the south.

“Ren! We’ve come to help!” Claria’s figure entered Druid Oz’s sight as she slowly descends in front of him and transforms into her human form.

“Claria, aren’t you supposed to be in the middle of the conference with the nobles and the generals?” (Druid Oz)

“There are father, mother, and grandpa attending it, so it will without a doubt proceed smoothly even if I’m not there. I’ve heard the report from the royal guards that father sent to tail you,” (Claria)

“So it’s really is his doing, huh…” said Druid Oz with a wry smile.

“What are you even thinking, battling with armies of demons alone!?” (Claria)

“I’m not alone, though… You don’t need to be so worried,” (Druid Oz)

“Even so, it’s dangerous! I know you’re strong, but it’s still dangerous! And…” Claria suddenly stopped her sentence midway.

“And?” (Druid Oz)

Claria suddenly grabs Druid Oz’s hands and grasped them tightly.

“It made me feel useless. Please stop keeping me in the dark, tell me, and ask for my help. I’m the general princess of the great Galhala Kingdom, you know? You should rely on me more!” (Claria)

“Claria…” (Druid Oz)

Like a battering ram, pounding its way through the impenetrable fortress Druid Oz had made, like how he had experienced several times before, once again, her words give him a big impact.

As a magician, locking the heart, showing a farce, using a facade, mastering bluffs, equipping countless masks, and lots of other trickery and lies are skills that he needs to master. The man called Oz might be a genius man that could excel in almost everything, but he still lacks humanity.

The thing to be a human, to have a heart, it’s a foreign region that he never once entered.

He never had the chance to do so in the previous world, everything is a performance, everything is a way to prove himself as a magician that could make the impossible become possible. And in this world, he still occasionally look at everyone near him with the same subject.

Sometimes they are an accomplice for a performance.

Sometimes they are only an audience.

Just like a pandora box for him. At first, he that has grown bored of earth seeks to have fun and search for new audiences for his performance. But as time goes along, he realized that he has rarely used any trick and do any performance in this world.

Fighting with swords, bows, and magic.

A fantasy world with kingdoms, magic beasts, and wars.

He realized that he got too immersed in this ‘RPG-like’ world. He got too fond of it and got fond of new things as well.

And to add how he’s now got split up into dozens of clones, his personality starts to crumble, he felt like his humanity that is bȧrėly there, to begin with, started to fades.

“S-Stop right there!! Stop holding his hands!!” Geeta suddenly appeared in the middle of them, separating Druid Oz’s hands from Claria’s.

“Yes! Stop holding Ren’s hands!” (Azaline)

Druid Oz stared at the sight before him.

The elf girl and the goblin girl that had accompanied him since his first arrival in this world. He always knows that they have a feeling for him, but he’s afraid.

As for how people always fear the things they do not understand and could not comprehend, the magician is afraid of the foreign feeling of getting fond of a ‘living’ being. He always believes that it is always his fate to not get too involved in other people.

He couldn’t picture himself being together with them, they’re from different worlds, leaves from different trees, to be with the other side, one will wither.

Not only him, but the people around the magician felt the same thing as well. The ‘grey’ world the magician is living in, and it made them too afraid to cross the line to him. Geeta, Aegir, Azaline, and the others, all felt the same thing.

Realizing that they came into a silent agreement about it, the magician didn’t think much about it and decide to continue their ‘fixed’ distance. And now, a girl had stepped the line for the first time.

(No, it’s not the first time, I guess) (Druid Oz)

Maybe it’s just her being less sharp than the others in reading the atmosphere, but even so, her reactions and responses towards the lines Druid Oz has drawn always waver his thought.

(I guess I’ve been thinking too much) (Druid Oz)

His bȧrėly exist humanity that he felt start to fading after splitting into clones, started to grow even bigger than he possesses in the beginning.

(How arrogant of me to think that I could read everything) (Druid Oz)

At the first glance, it looks like a man that doesn’t want to hurt people near him since he didn’t know when he might die since the original body is still in an unknown state. But in the other glance, it might be just a man running away from something he couldn’t understand and comprehend in fear.

Afraid of taking risks that might come from crossing the lines in a relationship.

Afraid of hurting and getting hated.

(Did my soul got turn into a child as well, I wonder?) (Druid Oz)

“Why should I!? He’s my fiance! I’m permitted to do anything I want! And who are the both of you anyway!?” Rebutted Claria strongly.

“W-We are…” (Azaline)

“We’re… We’re… We’re his fiances too!” (Geeta)

“That’s a lie! He never told me anything about that! And your reaction is suspicious!” (Claria)

“Ren! Explain it to her!” Azaline that couldn’t muster the embarrassing words like Geeta did decide to vent her emotion at Druid Oz directly.

“Well, I’m afraid we won’t have much time to talk right now. I’ll answer all of your questions later, but for now,” Druid Oz summoned his wooden staff again.

“We have some demons to kill,” (Druid Oz)

Hearing Druid Oz’s words, they realized that they got too immersed in their own world. When they focus on their surroundings, they realized that the demons are indeed had gotten near.

(I guess I need to make sure this guy won’t break free first) (Druid Oz)

Druid Oz tapped his staff to the ground, and dozens of strong roots appeared from underground, bounding and restricting the demonized owlfolk that they just captured and bury him underground. But Druid Oz makes sure to make several small holes to make sure he won’t die because of the lack of oxygen.

With the demonized owlfolk got buried underground, Druid Oz’s magic beasts finally could focus on the upcoming enemies as they start to split up and form a defensive formation.

“Claria,” (Druid Oz)

“Yes. The royal guards that tailed you reported in a hurry that you’re facing an army of demons and my father immediately commanded the royal guards to help the royal army. I brought 5,000 soldiers with me,” (Claria)

“I see…” Druid Oz stared at the army of owlfolk that started to descend to the ground with their owl form, ready to fight anytime. All of them stared at him with trust and seem to be willing to accept any order Druid Oz gave them.

“Our kingdom is indebted with you since you’ve helped us face several turmoils already, and all of them knew about it. It’s not strange for them to look up at you, Ren,” said Claria proudly as she’s satisfied that her fiance is admired by the royal guards and soldiers under her.

“I don’t know how to respond to that, but I guess ‘I’m glad’ should be enough. Split the army into two, we’re going to counter their pincer attack with another pincer,” (Druid Oz)

“Okay, I’ll lead one of-” (Claria)

“No, you stay here, Claria,” (Druid Oz)

“Eh?” (Claria)

“Ask two competent leaders to lead, I want you here,” (Druid Oz)