The Shepherd Alone on the Hill is a Genius Wizard-Chapter 70: The Highest Person Passed Away (2)

After causing the flame storm, Turan quickly evacuated the camp using wind magic for propulsion.

Though he was hit by several spells during this, thanks to activating his Guardian magic device he only received light injuries.

Even those were immediately healed by consuming the healer bloodline mana remaining from earlier.

While the Corel coalition army was half-dazed as if fighting a ghost, Turan created another wind path and sniped one more noble.

The coalition’s morale plummeted as they realized the enemy was precisely targeting only their nobles.

"Ugh, aah..."

"Surrender! We surrender! Please spare us!"

"What surrender! Everyone scatter and flee! He intends to kill us all!"

At one noble’s shout, Turan proved that guess correct by throwing another stone.

If he could overwhelm them without using bloodline abilities he might have shown mercy, but once revealed, there was no option of letting them live.

If rumors spread of a Zahar noble far in the west, who knew when that might be connected to him.

["Let’s attack together now, Bize."]

When he sent his voice to Bize who was flying with wind magic, it chirped and dove toward one of the scattered fleeing wizards.

A fleeing knight screamed as he was caught in Bize’s claws and torn to shreds.

"Aaaagh!"

The surviving remnants of the Corel coalition scattered and fled in all directions while intuitively realizing.

Perhaps, none of them would make it out of here alive.

==

"Forty-three total... Good, didn’t miss any."

Turan counted while throwing the last killed knight’s corpse into the camp.

Though he had killed people several times while living, forty-three was a number that exceeded his previous record all at once.

As his head cooled from its heated anger, that fact hit him with renewed bitterness.

Surely some among them might not have wanted to participate in hunting an owned magical beast.

Of course, Turan had only one way to consider them.

To simply leave without even attempting revenge in the first place.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t good enough a person to consider the innocent to such an extent.

Once struck, he had to retaliate, and once retaliating, he couldn’t leave future troubles.

"Let’s clean up first. Ready, Bize?"

[Yes!]

Turan first absorbed the wizards’ mana together with Bize.

Naturally, knights’ mana was completely unhelpful and only served to prevent them becoming undead, and even the commander and next strongest nobles only helped very slightly.

Instead, six different bloodline abilities were newly charged into the Mimicker holy relic.

Unlike Turan, Bize’s mana grew noticeably.

After all, it had devoured several wizards of equal or greater strength than itself.

Happy with its increased power, it chirped and danced.

"Don’t get too excited. You might develop a habit of eating people."

[I’m strong now! Won’t get caught next time!]

"Be careful. There are still many people in the world stronger than you or me."

Of course, there weren’t actually many people truly stronger than Turan.

At most, top wizards of major houses like Meisa, and the heads ruling above them.

Given there weren’t even ten major houses, their total number would only be around forty or fifty at most.

After absorbing all the mana, he searched for magic devices they possessed and obtained a ring and an earring.

The defensive magic device that blocked one stone throw seemed to have broken, perhaps being single-use.

Since he no longer needed to worry about Zahar nobles’ tracking like before, Turan collected everything and burned the entire camp to erase even the final traces.

"We should leave here for a while too. Where do you want to go?"

[Anywhere is good if I’m with Turan!]

Bize wrote a bright answer to Turan’s question.

"Then let’s go that way. It’s more fun to travel somewhere we haven’t been before."

The north was too close to Arabion, the west was blocked by the Sky Mountains, and the east was where they had already come from, so the remaining choice was south.

According to the map Keorn had given him before, there was one major house there.

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House Labitas ruling the land called the Siraf Wetlands.

They were also famous for being a major house created by combining two non-combat bloodlines—Healer and Purifier.

==

Unlike flying from Kalamaf, this flight became another forced march.

Though stealing a soul-bonded magical beast was clearly a capital offense in wizard society, without any way to prove it beyond Turan’s word, it was the same as robbery and murder.

Fortunately, it went much more smoothly than when leaving the Enril Desert, thanks to Bize’s speed and endurance being much improved after fully absorbing mana.

It flew almost without rest and didn’t complain of fatigue.

After flying for three full days while avoiding passing people with tracking magic, they gradually felt the terrain and climate changing.

When everything was completely covered in short forests and wetlands, Turan confirmed a village visible in the distance before landing nearby.

"This place smells really bad..."

A rotten stench wafted from the water pooled under the reed fields.

Though he quickly adapted since the sense of smell easily fatigues, it still wasn’t pleasant.

Turan headed toward the village seen from the sky earlier with Bize at his side.

Having no information about this area, he planned to gather information about local customs and nearby cities.

’Oh.’

Though he hadn’t noticed from above, up close this village had quite a unique appearance.

Nearly half the houses were built above a lake.

Not all houses were like that, probably about two-thirds were built that way.

As Turan approached, a middle-aged woman with dark brown skin saw him and shouted in surprise.

"Oh my goodness!"

Wondering why she was so surprised, he saw her gaze was directed at Bize hanging at his side.

"It’s alright, ma’am. It’s a good child."

"Never seen a bird looking like that before... But are you sick or something? Wearing such thick clothes..."

Come to think of it, unlike Turan, the middle-aged woman’s clothes were much thinner with exposed arms and legs.

Perhaps because it was warmer being in the south.

It was quite amusing that while he was recently discovered as a wizard in Kalamaf for wearing thin clothes, here he was treated suspiciously for the opposite reason.

"No, I just came from far away. Are there any large cities nearby?"

"Cities? There is one if you go that way... but the atmosphere has been quite unsettled lately."

"Did something happen?"

Having recently ignored such an atmosphere only to learn a war was happening, Turan immediately probed further.

The middle-aged woman answered carefully.

"Well, I don’t know which family exactly, but I heard the highest person recently passed away..."