The Shepherd Alone on the Hill is a Genius Wizard-Chapter 94: Whirlwinds in the Night Sky (2)

When Turan held out the glass bottle with an almost dead expression after Solif jumped up, he sheepishly made recovery potion.

Drinking it helped somewhat ease the burns that had been constantly stinging his back.

After getting past the crisis by making and sharing recovery potions with each other, Solif used telekinesis magic to unfasten and hand over the Guardian magic device he was wearing on his arm.

"This really was an amazing item, I would have been done for long ago without it."

"It’s my treasure."

Though the Mimic holy relic was overwhelmingly superior in terms of pure functionality, this was the item Turan personally felt more attached to.

After all, it was a gift from a friend.

Of course, what Asiz had actually made was the clothes that were now tattered from fighting.

"So... will you clean up right away?"

"First I need to call Bize."

"Should start organizing then."

"I’ll do it, you just rest."

Though they may have had ugly intentions, they were still past family and comrades.

It must have been unpleasant enough just having a battle to the death - he didn’t want to make him search and gather their corpses too.

"Feels a bit bad to rest alone after fighting together."

"I’ll put you to work whether you like it or not once your body’s better, so don’t hold back."

"Well in that case."

After seeing Solif sit down somewhat awkwardly against a tree, Turan immediately headed to where he had hidden Bize.

He didn’t encounter any pirates or island residents while passing through the fortress and village.

The pirates must have fled on their ships in terror after seeing the fortress burning, while the residents seemed to be holed up in their homes waiting for the fighting to end.

When he dug up the entrance of a small dugout, he found Bize crouching inside.

"Bize, I’m back."

[Turan, hurt?]

Bize immediately wrote when she saw Turan’s face.

Though it would be pitch black in the dark dugout for normal people, Turan could see clearly.

"Not hurt, just tired. It’s all over so you can come out. I have a nice gift too."

[Gift?]

"Something tasty."

The reason he didn’t bring Bize to this fight was because she was too weak compared to Turan.

Though quite strong for a masu, she could be in danger if she took a wrong hit from a head-level wizard who could use some strength.

Someone like Rei who had faced off against Turan could probably instantly kill Bize.

But once she absorbed magic power from the corpses lined up in that fortress, things would be different.

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’This is incredible.’

Returning to the fortress with Bize, Turan organized the corpses of the dead Baraha nobles and collected their magic devices.

Thankfully, thanks to the Mimic holy relic, there was no need to strip the corpses down to their underwear to search them.

The magic devices recovered this way numbered twenty-three in total.

About ten were relatively ordinary items while seven could be called quite excellent.

And the final five were treasures that wouldn’t fall far behind even Turan’s Guardian magic device - items that would be highly valued even by great houses.

If it became widely known that an individual possessed this many magic devices, dozens of noble houses might rise up to hunt him down.

Turan first advised Solif to reclaim the magic devices he had originally owned.

"Is that okay?"

"The magic devices you originally had would have been optimized for you anyway. There’s no use in me hoarding them all myself."

A wizard’s firepower doesn’t double just because they have two magic devices that spew fire.

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After all, they still have to consume their own magic power to exercise power.

If you have multiple magic devices, it’s more efficient to distribute some to companions who can use them effectively.

Solif gathered about ten magic devices including his backpack, wooden staff with paper attached, underwear, etc. with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

Afterwards, Turan carefully organized the remaining magic devices while recalling their functions or having Solif confirm them.

Still, he could roughly tell their uses since he had seen most of them in the recent battle.

’This is what that Rei guy used. Automatic defense function... though the performance is good the magic consumption seems too severe, but I should keep it for now. This seems to overlap with the Guardian magic device so I’ll tell Solif to use it. Oh, this is that cloth from earlier?’

Born with the aggressive powers of light and fire, the Baraha nobles hadn’t brought many offensive magic devices.

The closest thing to an offensive item was what Turan just picked up - the light-absorbing cloth.

This item that the Baraha nobles’ leader had used earlier had the function of absorbing bright light in the surroundings when unfolded and infused with magic power.

They likely brought this magic device that was practically the natural enemy of the Sun bloodline to hunt Solif.

And this light-negating function could also be extremely useful for Zahar wizards like Turan.

’This will really come in handy.’

Until now he had to helplessly flee or cancel stealth when light was shone, but if he could use this cloth to absorb the light, he could fight while remaining hidden.

Perhaps Zahar nobles were already making and using similar magic devices.

The only time he had seen Zahar wizards fight was in the underground labyrinth, and that was a place where stealth abilities were meaningless.

After folding away the cloth, what caught Turan’s eye while organizing the magic devices again was a translucent mask.

"Could this be that? The mask that changes appearance?"

"Hmm? Ah, right. Probably. It changed appearance when worn on the face."

"Don’t know the detailed functions or side effects?"

"Nope."

Turan checked the mask this way and that before sending it to the large capacity pouch as well.

He planned to ask Asiz to appraise this later too.

After finishing organizing to some extent, the long-awaited time for magic power absorption arrived.

Of the ten nobles killed this time, Turan had already absorbed one in the underground prison so there were nine total.

Looking at the lined up corpses, Solif spoke in a somewhat trembling voice.

"This feels really strange. Though it’s not my first time holding a ’funeral’..."

He probably never thought the day would come when he would hold a funeral after killing people from his own house.

When Turan placed Bize beside him, Solif quietly asked.

"Are you going to have her eat the corpses?"

"No, Bize can absorb magic power the same way as wizards. I taught her separately."

"Oh, I heard there aren’t many masu who can learn that..."

It seemed Bize wasn’t uniquely clever enough to have that talent on her own.

Seeming somewhat relieved that the corpses wouldn’t be desecrated, Solif reached out with a slightly more comfortable expression than before.

And so the magic power absorption began.

The first targets were six nobles who had relatively weak, ordinary head-level magic power among them.

Of course, neither Solif nor Turan could expect meaningful growth from absorbing their power.

At most, Turan gained the benefit of storing the Sun bloodline’s magic power in the Mimic holy relic.

Seeing this, Solif clicked his tongue in disbelief.

"Still can’t believe it looking at it again. To think a holy relic that absorbs magic power to recreate bloodline abilities exists..."

Though he wasn’t surprised having already heard the explanation and seen the results in the underground prison, it still seemed difficult to accept.

Well, such a device didn’t exist among not only currently existing magic devices but also those recorded in history, so it couldn’t be helped.

Unlike the two top-tier nobles beside him, Bize was achieving noticeable growth while absorbing the six nobles’ magic power.

This was a natural result of absorbing six head-level wizards who were slightly stronger than ordinary nobles.

After calming down Bize who was flying around excitedly stamping her feet at the sudden increase in power, they steadily absorbed the magic power of the three high-ranking nobles last.

Though Solif didn’t gain much benefit, Turan was able to feel the joy of growth after a long time as he absorbed the magic power of nobles slightly stronger than himself one after another.

The sensation of flesh like bones and muscles, magic power and mind, soul, or even something deeper than that being reborn as a more transcendent being.

After exhaling that dizzying euphoria with several breaths and opening his eyes, the surrounding objects felt even clearer.

His physical abilities had improved and senses sharpened as his magic power grew stronger.

’At this level... probably similar to Ferga?’

Though he couldn’t remember exactly how strong Ferga was, it felt about that level.

Compared to Solif beside him, roughly about eighty percent.

Considering that Ferga was once considered one of the successor candidates of Zahar, Turan had now become skilled enough to compete with the successors of any great house, though on the lower end.

He would be even stronger when considering his magic devices and magical skill.

While trying to calm his pounding heart with a hand on his chest, Bize beside him let out a sharp chirp and flew up into the sky.