I Was Mistaken as a Genius Mage in a Game-Chapter 50

Lir’s frantic efforts... no, her anguish and strenuous effort lasted nearly 40 to 50 minutes. When she finally stopped waving her staff and set down her pen, it was the moment her magic had completely drained from her frail body.

Lir, still looking regretful, stared into the air, her breaths shallow and ragged.

“...Hah, sss... Hah.”

Lir dropped her staff from her calloused fingertips and slumped to the ground. Even the sturdy legs of an elf couldn’t hold up under her strain any longer.

Even after expending all of her magical power, there was only regret in her eyes.

She looked like someone who didn’t want to leave the exhilaration she felt in this moment. She clearly didn’t want to let go of this inspiration that might never return.

But inspiration doesn’t stay in one place for long.

It was as though her mind, which had danced in a fantasy, was being pulled back to reality. Slowly, she let her dazed eyes fall to the ground.

Her hands trembled. Her legs felt as if they wouldn’t move, standing still in place. Even her breathing was a little ragged.

“...Shall we head back?”

I gently spoke, watching her still yearning for the inspiration that had just slipped away.

“Uh...”

She replied slowly, her voice drowsy as though she might fall asleep any second...

“Eh?!”

Oh, damn, that startled me.

Lir turned around a beat too late and shouted.

"When, what? Eh?"

“When did you get there?”

I kindly asked, in place of Lir, who had lost her words. Lir nodded with a bright red face and ears shaking up and down.

“From the very beginning.”

Actually, it hadn’t been an hour yet, but I thought this answer would be more fun.

“...From the beginning, so...”

"Throwing your pen and going to pick it up again was kind of cute. A full-grown adult doing something a five-year-old wouldn’t even do...”

“Ahhhhh!”

Lir, not wanting to hear this, suddenly screamed and covered her ears with her palm.

“Why did you suddenly stop writing and bash your head into the tree? Does that help your head work better? When we get back to the capital, I should try it myself.”

It’s foolish. Doing that won’t stop the words of a true master.

“Why did you tear up the parchment and then sit there piecing the pieces together? Didn’t you repeat that about five times?”

“......”

Lir crawled toward the hat that had fallen on the ground and placed it on her head, covered in twigs and leaves, then assumed a turtle-like position.

“Did you think the first draft looked better than the revised version? Happens often, I get it.”

I waved the parchment I had secretly picked up. Lir quickly looked up, hurriedly ran to snatch the parchment from my hands.

"‘Innovation and merging, ruling over all things’... It’s said that a spell reflects the user’s thoughts—was your head filled with thoughts like this? I’m a bit shaken. Ruling over all things... You're not even fifteen."

"Shut up, please...!”

With swift elven hands, Lir grabbed the parchment out of my hands.

“Well, still, the revised version is better. ‘Innovation and merging. Ripping lightning’... Why do you like the words ‘innovation and merging’ so much?”

I pulled out the second piece of parchment I had kept hidden and began reading it aloud.

I hadn’t expected that my clumsy hands could keep the parchment away from an elf, so I had picked up several pieces of parchment from the ground and hidden them.

Only by maintaining cold self-objectivity and thorough preparation can one become an outstanding mage...!

“Ah, please!”

Lir snatched away the second parchment from my hands.

Heh, the true master’s secrets are still far from being revealed.

I took out the third and fourth pieces of parchment and kept teasing Lir.

You can’t even imagine how many pieces of parchment are in my robe.

My relentless teasing continued until her earlobes turned bright red, and I began to worry, "Is she going to actually cry?"

“...Okay, stop...”

After a long period of teasing, Lir finally spoke with a teary voice, pleading.

...Was I a bit too much?

But what can I do? It’s fun.

If you give me such tasty reactions, it’s kind of your fault, really.

“Well, it was cute.”

In the end, though, with her pitiful voice, I couldn’t tease her anymore. I slowly walked over to her, dragging my shaky legs.

“...Stop it.”

Even though I’m being kind, she’s still scolding me.

I inwardly grumbled at Lir as I carefully lifted her hat. For a moment, it seemed like her trembling hands were tightly gripping the hat, but in reality, she had no strength left to hold it.

With a small gesture, her red face was fully exposed.

I gently removed the hat from her head and carefully brushed the dirt and leaves out of her hair. Her bright yellow blonde hair had become covered in dirt from rolling around on the ground for hours.

“Can you get up?”

“...Carry me.”

“Say something reasonable.”

“......”

Lir tried to speak but chuckled, as though she had realized her mistake.

She says something, and then laughs at herself... she’s clearly still not quite herself.

I sat beside Lir, who was sitting on the ground, and stared blankly at the sky. The crescent moon pierced through the clouds, gently caressing our cheeks. Lir’s pale skin turned platinum under the twilight.

“When your legs get ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) better, tell me. I’ll walk with you back.”

“...I don’t think I’ll be able to get up today.”

Lir tried to say something, but after a brief hesitation, she bit her lip as if she had made a decision.

“Eh?”

Is she serious?

I made a confused expression and asked, reacting to her answer.

Lir saw my surprised face and then flushed a deep red again, burying her face in her robe.

“Well, we could just stay here for the night...”

Lir, still with her face hidden in her robe, spoke. Her already soft voice was muffled by the thick robe, and unless I focused, I couldn’t make out what she was saying.

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“...I’m looking forward to roll call tomorrow morning. When people wake up and hear that a mage, especially Alter’s prized disciple, has vanished, the whole camp will be in an uproar.”

I said, wrinkling my face again.

“...That’s true.”

Lir glanced at me one more time and then sighed quietly from within her robe. She slowly attempted to get up.

“Huh? If you couldn’t get up just now...”

“I’ll walk a bit, then rest, and keep repeating that. I’ll be fine.”

Lir paused for a moment, looking in a random direction before she spoke.

Seeing her trying not to cause trouble for the others, I felt that I should help, so I reached out my hand.

“...You do know that my hand is the least trustworthy thing in the world, right?”

“If you don’t want it, don’t grab it.”

In truth, I secretly hoped she’d refuse my hand.

I was just as shaky on my legs as she was.

“No, I’ll take it.”

...Guess I missed my chance.

Her hand was rough, battered from hours of struggling with the pen and staff. Even though it must have stung, she still firmly held my hand.

Was it not painful?

Sighing, I silently guided her to the mages’ quarters.

The usually eerily quiet forest felt unsettling.

But for some reason, today, that quiet forest felt oddly comforting.

The next day, Lir and I, guided by Trián, went to meet the Lightning Spirit, Dajin.

It was hard to believe that Lir, who had barely been able to walk the night before, was now following Trián without issue.

Meanwhile, I was still groaning in muscle pain all over my body.

"Ha! You’ve come, kids! Can you smell the fresh air of this forest?"

When I placed my hand on the runestone hidden beneath a giant tree, the Lightning Spirit, Dajin, appeared. His voice, coming from a massive, horned deer-like spirit, was full of excitement.

I quickly suggested we skip the pleasantries and get to the point.

Thanks to that damn spirit’s unheard-of quest, Rex nearly died, and my body still aches with cold at the joints.

I’d better make sure I get proper compensation for the difficulty.

I was going to pull them out by the roots and suck them dry.

“Hah, sss...!”

First, let me catch my breath before anything else.

“...Ah, yes. Let’s catch our breath first.”

“Ha... seriously.”

“Well, take your time.”

“Don’t talk...”

“Oh, sorry.”

Dajin, laughing heartily, looked a little awkwardly while I caught my breath.

"Oh."

It seemed that Dajin finally noticed Lir as he turned his head. The Lightning Spirit’s awkward face quickly returned to a smile, and he slowly approached Lir to speak to her.

“Last night was quite a commotion, huh?”

“...Yes, I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize. I enjoy seeing my children struggle like that.”

Dajin lightly sent a spark of lightning to Lir’s chin, a warm flash of energy.

It didn’t make sense, but the lightning he sent to her chin could only be described that way.

“So, did it reach you? The scenery you’ve brushed past?”

“...Not yet.”

“Ha! That’s good! Very good.”

Dajin laughed heartily upon hearing her answer.

“Not yet, means it will reach you someday. I look forward to it.”

“Ugh, stop with the nonsense already. Give us the promised reward.”

I cut off their conversation, speaking in my hoarse voice.

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While I was being treated like an extra in a survival documentary, they suddenly started filming a youth drama, and it looked ridiculous.

Please, if you have the energy for that kind of conversation, bring me some water.

I seriously felt like I was about to die.