Earth's Greatest Magus

It was the best news she had heard in a while, and a spark of hope ignited within Klea. The possibility of seeing a dear friend again filled her with anticipation, her heart beating with a newfound energy.

However, as she processed the news delivered by the knights, doubts started to creep into her mind.

She quickly reminded herself that the knights didn’t know the mysterious man’s identity. As for hatred for Rome, there were to many of them who does. She couldn’t help but wonder why Thrax had traveled so far north. While it was true that the Thracians had lost their homes, families, and friends due to the Romans, Klea had never heard that Thrax had shown an interest in journeying to Britannia.𝒪𝓋𝓵xt.𝑐𝚘𝓂

Her mind raced with questions. Could Thrax’s presence have something to do with Emery?

“It’s been a month; I wonder if he’s still around here,” Klea thought to herself, filled with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.

To ensure Thrax received her message, Klea decided to send a spirit bird, specifically targeted to him. She meticulously crafted her instructions, detailing her whereabouts in the Fey Forest and directing him to find her in Venta Town, where the Quintins family resided.

She couldn’t be certain if Thrax would ever receive the message, as it depended on whether he possessed a similar spell to send a response.

The Britannia knights who had brought the news had little additional information about the mysterious traveler. They were tasked with guarding the area and were not privy to the specifics. However, they assured Klea that the higher-ups in Camelot would likely possess more knowledge.

With a desire to check on the progress of the people in Camelot and seek further information, Klea made the decision to travel to the city. Before heading there, she decided to make a stop in Venta City to meet with Luna Quintins and inform her about Thrax’s possible presence.

The Quintins family, known for their connections and ability to gather information, were a valuable resource in times of uncertainty. Luna assured Klea that she would do everything in her power to find news about this mysterious traveler and keep her informed.

“Thank you, Luna,” Klea expressed her gratitude before continuing on her journey. 

This time, Klea didn’t need to rely on her Thunderbird for travel. With her Magus [immortal body], she could soar across the vast expanse of Britannia Island in under an hour.

Entering the city with casual grace, Klea couldn’t help but notice the curious glances she received from the people. Her foreign features and captivating presence made her stand out amidst the crowd. She was accustomed to being noticed, though, and it didn’t faze her. 

Before she could embark on a leisurely stroll through the city, a group of knights approached her, accompanied by their queen, Gwen Lioness. Gwen, adorned in a resplendent golden dress, radiated regality and grace.

“That was really fast. Your knights truly are amazing,” Klea remarked, genuinely impressed by their efficiency. 

“Coming from a queen of such an ancient kingdom, that is quite the compliment. Thank you,” Gwen replied graciously, her eyes filled with warmth.

There was a sense of familiarity and fondness between the two queens. They shared a friendly smile, realizing that it had been three years since they last saw each other.

While they didn’t start off on the best of terms, over time they had developed a mutual respect for one another, finding common ground beyond their shared connection with Emery. 

Gwen gently placed her arm on Klea’s hand, and together they strolled through the streets of Camelot, engaging in friendly conversation. The city bustled with activity, and Klea couldn’t help but admire the progress made since her last visit. The people seemed happier and more prosperous, a testament to Gwen’s leadership and the efforts of the knights.

After a while, Gwen remarked, “I’m surprised it took you this long to visit again.”

“Yes, i was quite occupied” she said

“Lucky for you then”

Klea sensed a hidden meaning behind Gwen’s words. Initially, she thought that Gwen was implying she had difficulty keeping her mind off Emery. However, Gwen chuckled and clarified, “Well, I do miss him, but that’s not what I meant.”

Intrigued, Klea raised an eyebrow, curiosity evident in her eyes. Gwen, wearing a mischievous smile, led her out of the bustling city to the courtyard of the Knights of the Round Table building. There, they witnessed hundreds of newly trained knights displaying extraordinary skill surpassing that of regular warriors on Earth. The training programs had clearly thrived under Gwen’s leadership.

It was clear that the knowledge contained within the scrolls Klea had previously left for the Britannia Kingdom had been put to good use. The warriors before her were a testament to the power of knowledge and the determination to protect their homeland.

But Gwen had more in store. Continuing their walk, she led Klea to another section of the courtyard, one that appeared to be more private. Klea couldn’t contain her curiosity and asked, “What is your intention?”

Gwen’s smile grew wider as one of the Round Table knights, Yvain, appeared with an armor set and a sword in hand. Amusement twinkled in Klea’s eyes as she realized Gwen desired a duel.

“I obviously couldn’t win against you, but please, I’ve been so bored here without a worthy opponent. Will you keep me entertained?” Gwen playfully challenged, a fire of excitement burning in her eyes.

Klea laughed, accepting the challenge as she reached for one of the knight’s swords. “Let me see what makes you so confident.”

And so, a duel ensued—a clash between two of Earth’s greatest queens. Gwen had not only grown immensely in her battle power but also displayed formidable swordsmanship. Klea marveled at her progress, noting that she would have struggled if she were still a mere Rank 9 acolyte, especially if Gwen were to wield the legendary sword, Excalibur. However, the current Klea possessed immense power as a Magus, with the [immortal body] she had received, greatly enhancing her physical strength.

The sound of clashing swords echoed through the courtyard as Klea and Gwen exchanged blows. Their skills were a testament to their dedication and training, each move precise and calculated. Klea knew she had the advantage in terms of raw power, but Gwen’s finesse and experience made the duel an exhilarating experience.

Clank!

In a display of skill, Klea expertly disarmed Gwen’s sword without even needing to cast a spell, showcasing the significant gap between them.

“Thank you for entertaining me,” Gwen graciously admitted, her eyes filled with respect and admiration. She had achieved her objective of finding a worthy opponent, and the duel had only solidified their friendship.

Now that Gwen had satisfied her desire for a challenge, Klea turned the conversation to the reason for her visit—to inquire about the mysterious man who had arrived in Britain a month ago.

“Yes, I remember. Our scouts followed him across the island. We discovered that the man is a Thracian,” 

Klea breathed a sigh of relief, her heart filled with happiness. There could be no coincidences; there was only one Thracian who would venture into the Fey Forest, and that could only be Thrax.

“Do you know where he is?” Klea inquired eagerly, hope shining in her eyes.

Unfortunately, the Britannia scouts had only managed to track the man until he boarded a boat heading south, leaving Britannia shortly after. It was disappointing news, but Klea found solace in knowing that Thrax had returned to his homeland. However, she couldn’t help but wonder if Chumo had accompanied him.

Remaining in Camelot for a few more days, Klea awaited any news from the Fey Forest. She explored the city, reconnecting with acquaintances and observing the progress made under Gwen’s rule. The people held her in high regard, expressing their gratitude for her efforts in shaping the kingdom’s future.

Eventually, word reached her that the young monk Damo had come looking for her, indicating that he had made some progress in his search for Emery. They met in a secluded corner of Camelot, where Damo relayed the information he had gathered.

“I will be leaving then. I’ll send word if I hear anything about Emery,” Klea said, a teasing smile dancing on her lips. 

Just as Klea was about to depart from Camelot, another bird arrived with a message. This time it came from Luna Quintin, and its contents were shocking.

“Our trader in Gallic has discovered that the mysterious man you seek has joined the Gaul army as its commander in their war against Rome. He now goes by the name Vercingetorix.”

The revelation hit Klea like a thunderbolt. The pieces of the puzzle started to fall into place, and she understood the magnitude of the situation. Thrax, had taken up arms against the Romans, and this could only mean the two friends; Thrax and Julian would clash once again. 

“I have to stop this, I hope I am not too late!”