Warlock Apprentice

Sunders halted his movement in the air.

“Something wrong, my friend?” Kanter came back to Sunders.

Instead of replying, Sunders unleashed a Hand of Spell made from his shadow and pulled a magazine to himself. It was the same magazine fought upon by the two apprentices on the ground.

The magazine was left open, which was currently showing a portrait of someone with blond hair and blue eyes.

“Angor?” Sunders muttered and read the article.

The gentleman’s expression turned dark. Boundless aura of might emerged from his form and slowly enlarging his shadow, which suddenly began to grow and expand until it covered every apprentice like a spider web.

All apprentices stopping moving, including the owner of the magazine who was still trying to shake free from another man’s grasp.

“Professor…” Sabot’s student pleaded in the water. All of his arms and legs were twisting in strange angles.

Sabot growled.

“The old man has come to protect his chick…” the winged woman commented.

“Heh. So this is the best thing this city can do.” The whale-riding man didn’t contain his sarcasm.

Sabot scoffed. He already inspected. Both offenders were only level-2 apprentices. As for how they fought off all the stronger opponents… Sabot glanced at the blue whale and the pair of wings growing on the woman’s back.

The whale was a familiar pet that was half-step to wizard level, while those wings also showed similar ripples—it must be something transplanted from a wizard-level Winged Folk.

Sabot approached them slowly. His aura was making it difficult for the brawlers to move.

Sabot’s aura kept growing until the man and woman began to see a black bear howling toward the sky. There was the mark of a half-moon printed at the bear’s chest.

“‘Mad Bear’ Sabot…” The woman was surprised to recognize who had come.

“I don’t care what your problem is. Anyone who dares to break the city rules to such an extent will be executed!” Sabot bellowed.

Quickly, the young man turned into a puddle and sank inside the water tides below.

The woman also moved. With a mighty flap of her wings, countless needle-like arrows were unleashed toward Sabot.

Sabot completely disregarded the attack. He slammed an enchanted fist down, which visibly broke the very space around him, forcing both the man and the woman to lose their composure. They then collapsed on some debris.

The power of the fist shattered the blue whale, which turned into another blue puddle and went inside the man’s forehead scale.

As the offenders watched in horror, Sabot raised his fist again.

He suddenly felt his transmitter vibrating, which suggested a new message. This one also came from the law enforcement department, but it was only a brief one.

[Do NOT harm anyone. Bring them back.]

Sabot questioned the reason behind the decision.

[The Child of Ocean and the Avatar of Light.]

…

The day was brightened by sunlight by the time Sabot finally dealt with these offenders who happened to possess really important backgrounds.

“Damn it. The garden attracted all sorts of geniuses and whatnot from all over the world. And I had to lower my fist in front of these weaklings!” Sabot returned to the lower side of the city while cursing.

He wondered if Bogula’s conference had ended.

When he thought about Angor’s matter, his mood quickly became uneasy again.

This wasn’t something he should postpone. According to Mithra, Sunders already arrived at Floating Mech City. Only gods knew what would happen if the terrible gentleman discovered what happened to his precious student.

Sabot already sensed something was wrong before reaching the tower. The area around the tower was always bustling with apprentices because another research department sat nearby. Now, however, Sabot found the place to be as quiet as a graveyard.

There was no noise from any apprentices.

When he sensed the powerful aura of wizards being openly displayed, his instinct told him that something might have gone wrong.

Moving at a faster pace, he went to the tower. Upon getting closer, he clearly sensed two powerful auras confronting each other.

Before he could proceed further, a voice stopped him.

“Don’t go in there, Sabot. It’s not something you can deal with now.”

It was one of his friends who just spoke.

“But who’s fighting at the HQ of Floating Mech City?” Sabot asked.

“I don’t know the reason. Mister Phantom suddenly just, started to duke it out with Bogula!”