Wizard World Irregular

Chapter 374 You Trusted The Wrong Person

?After leaving the cave, Professor Onar and the one controlling him got into their broomsticks and took off.

Since a Dragon Egg couldn’t be stored inside storage rings, they had no choice but to use Leviticus to keep it afloat as they journeyed towards the East.

Ethan summoned his Wind Dancer and allowed Henry to ride on its back.

Professor Barret was quite amused with Ethan’s “flying broom,” but for the time being, he didn’t make any comments about it.

Unlike other Wizards and Witches, the Ex-Magistratus could freely fly in the sky with his magic power alone, which amazed Ethan since he had never seen anyone do the same thing before.

They flew in the air and followed the two projections, making sure to adjust their speed in order to keep up with them.

Eizenth flew behind the three Humans, wanting to track down the person responsible for stealing her egg.

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Meanwhile, in the Eastern Region of the Streatham Isle…

An old man with gray eyes and a balding head was busy writing runic letters on a magic circle surrounding the Dragon’s Egg. He had been doing this for hours, while taking a few breaks in between.

His black robe fluttered gently as a gust of wind blew inside the cave. However, his gaze never left the rune he was inscribing, knowing that the slightest mishap could potentially waste the precious egg that he worked so hard to steal.

Knowing that Professor Onar knew the location of almost all of the Magical Creatures in Streatham Isle, he asked the former about the location of the two Elder Dragons’ residence.

Thinking that one of his peers who was also studying Magical Creatures was simply curious about their habitat, he readily revealed the location where the two Elder Dragons had built their nest. This was a way of telling him that he knew this region very well, and that he could ask him any question that was on his mind.

back then, he still didn't know that the old man had bad intentions when he went to meet with Professor Onar.

Unfortunately, the Professor found this fact a little too late, sealing his fate.

Originally, the old man's plan was to only see if he could strike a deal with the Dragons, but after discovering that there was an egg within the nest, he changed his mind and decided to take it for his own.

Knowing that Dragons had very powerful Draconic Magic, he decided to take countermeasures, pinning the blame on Professor Onar while he performed the ritual to obtain the power of Dragons.

He then commanded Professor Onar to return to the Academy, while he went to his hideout in order to hide from the Elder Dragon, who was bound to search for her egg.

After Professor Onar returned to his room, he crushed a teleportation crystal that would lead him directly to the balding man's hideout.

It was a very expensive artifact, but the balding man needed to sacrifice someone with strong enough magic power to the Magic Circle, allowing him to absorb not only the life force of the egg but the power of Dragons as well.

The name of this man was Kelric Honn, and what he wished to achieve in his lifetime was none other than Immortality.

He was willing to do anything to live forever, for the one thing he feared the most was dying.

Because of this, he studied the field of Magical Creatures because there were certain species that would help extend his lifespan.

His purpose for looking for an Elder Dragon was to strike a deal with them in exchange for a vial of their blood.

It was something he needed in order to brew a potion that could help increase his lifespan for dozens of years while he looked for a way to obtain true immortality.

But when he discovered the Dragon Egg, he thought that why would he need to ask for blood, when he could just absorb the power of a Dragon directly?

And so, he didn’t hesitate to snatch the egg from its nest to achieve his goal, not caring whether the entirety of Dawnbreaker Academy would be destroyed because of his greed.

Professor Onar sat on the corner of the cave, staring lifelessly in front of him.

Kelric intended to make the Professor his living sacrifice, empowering the Magic Circle that he was inscribing.

He learned about this Magic Circle when he accidentally came across an ancient ruin that once belonged to a civilization that conducted human sacrifices in exchange for unimaginable strength.

Unfortunately, their tyranny came to an end when their neighbors joined hands to eradicate them from the face of the world.

Fortunately, they managed to hide their deepest secrets in a magic scroll, which they had hidden very carefully, using powerful magic to shield it from the eyes of the people who wished them gone.

They believed that their descendants, who would be able to survive the purge, would return to their city and revive the practice that had caused their destruction. Googlᴇ search ɴovel(ꜰ)ɪre.nᴇt

Unfortunately, their descendants were too fearful to return and retrieve the scroll, leaving it forgotten for the past hundreds of years.

It was for this reason that Kelric was able to get his hands on it, on top of the fact that he was someone very sensitive to the scent of Dark Magic.

“Finally, it’s complete,” Kelric said with a smile as the Magic Circle around the dragon egg pulsed with power.

Several dark chains emerged from the Magic Circle and wrapped themselves around the Dragon’s Egg, ready to absorb its power the moment a blood sacrifice was offered to them.

Knowing that the time had finally come, the balding man glanced at his peer, who was staring lifelessly into the space in front of him.

“Come here and make yourself useful,” Kelric ordered.

Professor Onar slowly stood up and walked towards Kelric with shaky steps.

Seeing that the Professor was walking slowly, the balding man sneered and grabbed his robe, practically dragging the man towards the Magic Circle.

When they were close enough, Kelric kicked Professor Onar’s back, pushing him forward.

As soon as he came within the range of the Magic Circle, dozens of chains wrapped around the Professor’s body, causing him to regain his consciousness.

“Kelric! What do you think you are doing?!” Professor Onar shouted in anger. “I trusted you! How could you do this to me?!”

Professor Onar struggled to free himself, but the chains had already wrapped around his entire body, holding him in place.

“I’m sorry, Onar, but you trusted the wrong person,” Kelric said without even a hint of apology on his face. “In your next life, make sure to not trust just anyone. You will be able to live longer if you do.”

“You damn bastard!” Professor Onar shouted in horror as the chains around his body suddenly grew spikes, which pierced through his robe and skin, drawing blood.

A scream of pain escaped Professor Onar’s lips as his blood trickled down to the Magic Circle, making it glow brighter with each passing second.

“You will not… get away with this!” Professor Onar said through gritted teeth. “The Elder Dragons… will find you… and make you pay!”

“I doubt it,” Kelric stated. “I made sure to pin all the blame on you. Rejoice, Kelric. You played an important role in giving me a chance to take one step closer to immortality. Worry not, old friend. Your sacrifice will not be in vain. I will not forget you.”

Professor Onar wanted to curse out loud, but he felt too drained to even reply. Soon, he lost consciousness as his lifeblood was slowly but surely being drained from his body.