The Shepherd Alone on the Hill is a Genius Wizard-Chapter 93: Whirlwinds in the Night Sky (1)

The beam magic that combined light and fire, which Solif had shown, was originally a secret art passed down to the head of House Baraha and their successor.

Just like how in the past, Meisa had secretly taught Turan the thought acceleration magic of Arabion.

The difference between the two was that while the former required being born with the Sun bloodline to use, the latter could be used even without the Storm bloodline.

This was also why Solif was puzzled when Turan asked to learn this technique in prison.

’Even if you know the principle, you won’t be able to use it without the Sun bloodline?’

’I have a way, so just teach me first.’

’...Well, if you say so. First, you know that fire comes in different colors, right?’

The color of flames varies depending on what is burning as fuel, and wizards could manipulate this to some extent when using ignition magic by controlling the properties of their magic power.

These colors changed depending on which wavelength of light was emitted outward, so if you precisely adjusted the colors of fire and light to match, they could be mixed together.

The most ideal color for this was golden, like what Solif had created.

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Although he didn’t fully understand what exactly wavelengths were or why matching wavelengths of light and fire would cause them to mix, Solif didn’t know that much when using the magic either, so understanding this much theory was sufficient.

’Let’s see.’

Turan pulled out a whip of light from the halo spread behind his back and swung it lightly.

Perhaps due to lack of proficiency.

The movement felt quite crude and clumsy compared to Solif’s.

Of course, being able to use it to this extent after just practicing a few times in prison was already an unreasonable display of talent that would seem like pure violence to ordinary wizards.

"W-what? How could you possibly use the Light of Judgment?"

Countless thoughts raced through the mind of Rei, the Baraha noble, upon seeing this sight.

Could it be that in the few years since the heir ran away from the family, they had a child at such a young age?

Of course, that was nonsensical.

If not that, then was the enemy before him not a Zahar but rather an illegitimate child of the Baraha bloodline using a stealth magic device?

Not only was it difficult to determine whose child they might be, but then what about the Earth Guardian bloodline abilities shown earlier?

With his thoughts in complete disarray due to all these questions, Rei only came to his senses and hurriedly responded when Turan’s drawn whip surged toward him.

"Kuk!"

The blade of light extending from his hand seemed to deflect the whip but was soon cut clean through, unable to withstand the heat.

This occurred because Turan and Rei’s total magic power had been reversed - while it might have been different if Rei was at full strength.

Though the green shield blocked the attack again allowing him to survive, a large chunk of his remaining magic power was depleted as a result.

The one fortunate point was that his opponent wasn’t particularly skilled at wielding Baraha’s secret art, the Light of Judgment.

At the same speed as before, it seemed he could dodge if he stayed alert.

He could have dodged more easily if his feet and legs weren’t injured.

Just as he thought that, the light whips Turan drew suddenly increased to four.

"Since I’m not used to it yet, I can only handle about four at a time."

Along with these dizzying words, the suddenly multiplied whips flew at Rei.

The speed was exactly twice as fast as the previous attack.

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When Turan returned straight to the garden after dealing with Rei, Solif was just about to be subdued as his strength was running out.

Of course, the Baraha wizards pressing him were not in a particularly comfortable state with their magic either.

The reason was that they had wasted magic power keeping the surroundings brightly lit, not knowing when the Zahar noble would appear again.

"Y-you..."

"How did you possibly...!"

Like Rei earlier, the Baraha nobles were shocked at the sight of Turan appearing with a halo behind him.

And they became half-dazed when they saw him skillfully wielding over ten whips drawn out in an instant.

Though they fought quite well despite the suddenly reversed situation, the tide of battle had already tilted.

While Turan still maintained just under half his magic power even after subduing Rei, the Baraha nobles had squeezed out almost all their strength trying to suppress Solif.

Moreover, when the exhausted Solif used his last bit of strength to take down one high-ranking noble with him, Turan leisurely flew above the garden with flight magic and suppressed the enemies one by one.

First, he scattered and exploded fire spirits to subdue the eyes and ears of three relatively weak nobles.

In that state, he cut down two of them and killed the remaining one trying to flee in panic with a thrown rock.

Worried about counterattacks like before, he only used fire spirits that one time, and subdued the leader of the remaining Baraha nobles steadily using light whips like when fighting Rei earlier.

Though he fought quite well wielding a magic device in the form of a light-absorbing cloth, he had already depleted most of his magic power and soon had to collapse to the ground with his limbs severed.

Was it fortunate or unfortunate that no blood flowed due to the intense heat, removing the risk of excessive bleeding?

"Just what... what kind of person are you? To freely wield everything from stealth to the Light of Judgment, flight, and explosion magic..."

The Baraha leader’s eyes held the unique terror of someone who had witnessed an incomprehensible being.

How could this be possible without the god of magic themselves descending?

Even if the head of some great house had attacked, it wouldn’t have been this bewildering.

Though he could understand that emotion, what Turan needed now was questions rather than answers, so he took out a chain magic device from his large capacity pouch.

He planned to first restrain him to prevent resistance even after recovering magic power, then steadily extract information.

However, when the leader saw the chains, his expression changed and his head began burning fiercely.

It was tremendous firepower, as if he had concentrated all his remaining magic power.

"Ah."

Originally, strong repulsion occurs when casting magic on a wizard’s body without proper cause, but the only exception to this restriction was casting magic directly on one’s own body.

Just like the noble before him who had blasted his head with ignition magic.

The leader’s head was burned completely black before Turan could respond.

Turan looked down at his corpse before clicking his tongue and putting the chains back in his pouch.

Someone of that rank would surely have known something about the mastermind who manipulated Solif’s life.

Indeed, it was not easy to subdue a noble prepared to die.

Even in situations like now where he had the relevant magic devices.

’Nothing to be done I guess.’

There was no use dwelling on what was already done.

Turan left the leader’s corpse and carefully helped up Solif who was rolling on the ground.

He was in a completely battered state with one arm severed from the elbow and a chunk of flesh gouged out of his side.

"You’re in quite a state."

"Heh, but I held out pretty well... didn’t I?"

The unfocused look in Solif’s eyes as he responded suggested he would soon lose consciousness.

Of course, losing consciousness in this state meant death.

Though a top-tier noble’s vitality would let him hold on for a few more hours, natural healing would be difficult to expect.

Turan extended his senses toward the nobles’ corpses and found one silhouette in the shape of a glass bottle, which he retrieved.

Thanks to roughly hearing about the functions of their magic devices during the strategy meeting with Solif earlier, he knew this was a recovery magic device.

’They said injecting magic power produces recovery potion.’

He guessed it was likely modeled after a holy relic that could produce the Elixir of Life capable of reviving even the dead.

When he injected magic power, liquid could be seen sloshing in the empty bottle, so Turan fed it to Solif.

Before long, color began returning to his pale face.

However, as the potion’s effect was too weak for one dose to fully heal someone as powerful as Solif, Turan repeatedly converted magic power into recovery potion and fed it to him.

An overwhelming fatigue swept over him as he depleted his already low magic power again in large quantities from the fighting.

’Tch, seems the efficiency is lower than the Healer bloodline...’

Well, a magic device that could recreate a bloodline ability with the same efficiency would itself be worthy of being called a holy relic.

Even Turan’s Guardian magic device had poor magic efficiency in exchange for recreating the Guardian bloodline’s power.

After resting several times and making recovery potion whenever magic power recovered, Solif finally rose trembling all over.

Though his severed arm didn’t return, his strength seemed quite recovered.

"Revival!"

"Yeah, now that you’re revived, could you make some of this..."