Chapter 11

Although his clothes were thoroughly drenched in sweat, Ralf still braced himself and didn't collapse. The tenacity that he had been training since his youth was finally revealing its effects.

The legendary mage sitting atop the crystal throne lightly tapped her fingers, and two of the fingernail guards collided with a "ding". As the tides of the magic power reservoir hidden underground slowly came to rest, the rich and never-ending illusions in Ralf's mind also vanished.

When the tides were all focused upon little Ralf, even someone with no talent for magic could display an 'extraordinary' innate gift.

This was a tiny disguise that Mordred saw through, and Sharon had no intentions of covering it up. It was not that she didn't have more superior and obscure strategies and excuses, just that she was too lazy to use them.

No matter how a reason was, it was still a reason. Even if Mordred saw through Sharon's trick, he didn't dare to mention it. That was the crux of the matter.

Ralf calmed his breathing and slowly rose his head to meet Sharon's gaze. He was a little startled; although Sharon was high and strong, her imposing loftiness was more powerful and dangerous than the fiercest demon he had ever seen.

This woman only looked seventeen or eighteen, and she was so stunningly beautiful with her fair skin. She was going to be his teacher from now on?

"Your father has already sold the next few years of your life to me." The legendary mage uses the word 'sold' in a very ambiguous manner, knowing that Ralf wouldn't be able to understand clearly since he didn't have the listening skills of a level seven warrior.

Even if he heard it distinctly, he wouldn't understand what it meant for now. While the great magic tutor and the murderous maniac were negotiating over the price, this young man was struggling to endure the tides of the magic power and prevent himself from being washed away, clueless about everything else that was happening.

" From today onward, you will be my student. You must execute all my orders accurately without fail, regardless of what they are." Sharon's voice was stern and distant.

" Yes," Ralf replied. He had already learned the responsibilities and obligations of an acolyte on the journey here. Sharon tapped her fingernails once more. Two powerful mages entered the place and took him away. He maintained his display of respect and humility as her acolyte, not raising his head because it would be impolite.

That's why he didn't notice the strange looks being shot at him from the cold beauty. It was not easy for Sharon to wait until the entire hall cleared out. She might have just erupted into laughter involuntarily moments ago, an unconcealable delight on the legendary mage's pretty little face as she unrolled an enchanted scroll in one swift moment.

The scroll projected an image that formed a three-dimensional magic map, filled with innumerable magic symbols that indicated hundreds of plantar coordinates.

Sharon was in high spirits as she scanned through the dozens of dragon signs on the map of the plane. Since she was in a good mood, she decided to pillage a few dragon nests to celebrate the day's events.

"What should I do tonight? Rob a dragon, or rob a dragon, rob a few dragons?" The beautiful legendary mage was distressed in her way.

The work of the art that was Deepblue's central tower wasn't constructed in the normal way. It was more than thrice the height and twice the width of an ordinary magic tower, adding up to a twelve-fold increase in the surface area.

And this was excluding its large subsidiary building complex.

The total of the resources used in constructing it was unimaginable, allowing it to house more than ten thousand people on its premises.

With its large population, the Deepblue on its own was on the level of a small city, but to be more specific it was a large monster. The number of resources sent in and out of it every day was worth tenfold its size.

Sat atop a hill near the sea, the Deepblue had its harbor to move supplies, docks pulled up from the solid bedrock of the sea using magic. At least, three large roads connected to the different entrances to the Deepblue from this port, and fifty to sixty small towns prospered from the trade these roads established.

The Deepblue was situated at the apex of Floe Bay in the northeastern part of the continent, an estuary of two large rivers. The Bay itself was as large as the shore of the open ocean. The Bay froze over in the winter, leaving southernmost parts of the coastline open for business.

The Deepblue's harbor was located near some warm currents, though, so it was ice-free.

Deepblue was located in a prime location. Transportation was convenient, and it guarded one of the three main roads at the south of this icy continent.

The only other option for the grey dwarves and mystical beasts in their attacks was to pass through Sunset Canyon, which was a thousand-kilometer detour that forced them through the thunder lord stronghold of the alliance.

Still l, they would rather do that than try and force their way through Sharon again. War after war with Deepblue had put them in their place, and the woman was already on par with the most terrifying demons of their legend.

When she officially entered level twenty and became a legendary mage, the Deepblue had grown completely peaceful. Even the fierce, brutal, and valiant, grey dwarves of the underground didn't dare destroy its serenity, allowing the surrounding lands to prosper.

That was how an old mage that was well into his nineties told the story to Ralf. His abilities were not considered spectacular at level eight, and he was amongst the weakest Ralf had ever seen in the Deepblue, but he was extremely good-looking with an alluring voice and an understanding of this land that was second only to Sharon herself.