Passerby Villain In A Wizard World

"What... What happened?"

The rain of ice shards finally ceased, and Varn was just about to relax when he heard Borris groan in pain. His eyes widened as dark blood splattered onto the floor in front of him.

Only then did Varn notice that Borris was actually injured—but how? He clearly saw that the ice shards hadn't been able to pierce his thick skin.

"Ugh... Cough... Damn it..."

"How can I miss it? How did you do that?"

Although Borris was reckless, he was never a careless guy.

With his acute vision and danger sense, he was nearly impossible to catch off-guard unless someone had absolute power over him.

But now, his senses were completely thrown off.

He didn't even realize how or when the sharp object got behind him, nor what it was. He only knew it was crimson because his blood was dark in color, and it couldn't be his.

"Does it matter? Do you now believe when I said I'd pluck your eyes out?"

Ian smirked mischievously as he placed his arm around Lyra again. As for Aurora, she seemed quite shy and had already distanced herself a little, avoiding being hugged inexplicably once more.

Although he had just pierced Borris's heart and almost fatally injured him, he didn't seem interested in pressing his advantage.

Instead, he watched Borris's coughing figure with curiosity, as if he was trying to find something from him, something he wanted to confirm.

'Old man, did you see how he did that?'

Although Borris, Varn, and the crowd were stunned by Ian's inexplicable attack, someone standing nearby was the most surprised one.

'Hm... I don't know. I wasn't paying that much attention. Must be some kind of concealment spell. Why are you so surprised?'

Ruther's voice echoed in Carl's mind, finding his reaction a bit excessive.

After all, Carl was now a First-Ring Wizard—he shouldn't be acting so shaken over something like this.

'Nothing... I just didn't see how he did it. You're right, it must've been a concealment spell.'

Carl responded casually, but his heart was far from calm.

Earlier, when Ian used the Ice shard spell in sync with Lyra's Frozen Tempest, Carl had focused his full mental power on scanning everything around them.

After all, he'd already lost to Ian twice, and he hated him to the core. Knowing his opponent's abilities in advance was crucial.

When he first saw Ian's spell and its power, he thought it was unimpressive. He even found it amusing that he once considered Ian his rival.

But everything changed when Borris suddenly coughed up blood and clutched his chest. The injury was so sudden, it defied all common sense.@@novelbin@@

After all, Carl was using his mental power in full to scan their movements, so there was no way he would miss anything, even if it were a concealment spell. When the spell worked, it should show some signs.

But to his dismay, he never felt a thing from start to finish.

In fact, he didn't even see the crimson silhouette that Borris, with his close proximity, managed to spot.

'Maybe I really didn't pay enough attention.'

Carl tried to calm his uneasy heart as he, for the first time, realized that Ian didn't seem simple. However, this one incident wasn't enough to make him lose heart—yet.

After all, a sneak attack was just that—a sneak attack. Once it came to light, it would automatically lose its effect.

"Ugh..."

"Cough!"

"Hey, kid. What did you do to him? Didn't I say to let it rest? Are you fucking not taking me seriously?"

Varn was extremely enraged after seeing Borris continuously cough up black blood, one after another, as he was truly injured by Ian's sneak attack.

He could literally see the hole in his chest pouring out black blood.

Captain Torren had delegated him to handle this matter, and in just a few minutes, the situation had turned out like this.

If he was held accountable, he couldn't take it. Not to mention Borris's brother, that lunatic.

Even thinking about it made him feel fear. That guy was more madman than they could ever be.

So, he flew into a rage, scolding Ian with a dark face. Especially with the scar on his face scrunched up and the aura he unintentionally released, he seemed quite fierce.

"Hm? Are you talking to me?"

However, Ian didn't take kindly to being scolded, especially being called "kid."

So, his gaze which was on Borris from the beginning finally shifted to Varn, making him flinch unconsciously.

'Why do I feel he's scarier than that wizard?'

He thought, a small bead of sweat appearing on his forehead just from Ian's gaze. He could sense something strange about Ian's eyes, but he just couldn't pinpoint it.

But he truly felt insignificant before those gazes, as if, with one wrong word, his existence would be erased instantly. This caused him to stop his rage, as his intuition was already warning him of the impending danger.

"There is no need to fret unnecessarily. It's just a ruptured heart. Look, he's already recovering, isn't he?"

Once Varn fell silent, Ian waved his hand and pointed at Borris, who had already stopped coughing up blood and was recovering rapidly.

Ian could even see the slowly closing wound on his chest.

"Woah!"

"What the hell?"

"Is this even possible?"

The crowd around them was once again dumbfounded as they watched Borris visibly healing, his flesh wriggling disgustingly around his chest to mend the glaring wound that had just appeared out of nowhere.

Today, they witnessed so many incredulous things at once that they didn't even know how to react.

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"Ian, did he use a recovery spell? But why didn't I see him chant?"

Lyra, who had been quietly standing beside Ian before, couldn't help but ask, seeing such a bizarre scene.