Shepherd Wizard-Chapter 157.1

Translator: Pai_

After finishing the discussion with Solif, Turan called Berit and informed her of the outcome of their conversation.

Her reaction upon hearing it was more dramatic than he had expected.

Watching Solif widen his eyes as Berit suddenly hugged and kissed him was quite entertaining.

Naturally, he had not yet given Berit enough trust to reveal the full secret of the Jade Mirror, so she crossed over to Varaha with her vision blocked.

Then Turan wrote a letter to the Zahar side.

[To the Ruler of Zahar, from Turan Parsha, Head of House Parsha, representative of the Gray Zone, protector of Kalamaf, and privately your grandson.]

[This is to inform you that your granddaughter, Berit Zahar, who had been dispatched to the House Parsha, has now been reassigned to the House Varaha

due to personal circumstances……]

The letter he wrote was closer to a notice rather than a request for consent.

If the Head of House Zahar had underestimated him, he would likely be enraged upon reading it.

However, Turan was confident that the other side would show no particular response to this move.

At least not until about three months later when they met face-to-face.

Having completed the related task by writing the letter, Turan spent the next three days as usual.

With all the external duties as a Family Head and personal training.

And on the dawn of the third day, Turan crossed over to Varaha through the Jade Mirror.

A servant walking down the hallway widened his eyes in shock upon seeing him.

“L-Lord of Parsha……!”

“Where’s Solif?”

“He is upstairs!”

Even just by looking at the half-frozen expression of the Varaha servant, Turan could understand how the people here viewed him.

Because Solif had originally begun his ties as a guest of Parsha, even after becoming the Head of Varaha, he remained a welcomed guest in Kalamaf, but Turan was the opposite.

During the battle in southern Helio not long ago, many nobles of Varaha had died at Turan’s hands. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

In this land, the Head of Parsha was considered a monster equal to or more dreadful than the Head of Zahar, who was notorious as the lord of assassinations.

Countless people had died from invisible blades.

Passing by several people, Turan arrived at the residence of the Head of Varaha and was soon able to meet Solif and Berit.

Looking at the pair getting along quite well, just as he and Meisa had once been, Turan naturally offered the usual greeting.

“Looks like you’ve been doing well. Your face looks brighter.”

“......Does it?”

Berit muttered with a slightly offended expression in response to Turan’s words.

In truth, her face looked quite tired and worn, contrary to what had just been said.

For the past three days, she had been running around under concealment to patrol the Ruvan army advancing from the north, tracking their routes, numbers, and detailed identities.

Thanks to borrowing Bije, she had been able to scout enemies from afar and return early, but in the end, she had no choice but to carry out the detailed investigations personally.

“The documents?”

“Here.”

Turan nodded as he took the parchment that was handed over to him.

As expected of someone from Zahar, who was skilled in this sort of thing, the map was quite accurate, and the contents were easy to understand.

Berit had even achieved the result of collecting a few strands of hair from powerful figures who, while not quite Heads themselves, were of the next highest rank.

How had she managed to do that with people who usually holed themselves up in their camps? A honey trap?

“But will this really be enough? I still think it might be better if I go with you.”

“I prefer moving alone. The new weapon I’ve acquired is suited for that.”

Of course, Turan had already explained to Solif about the new technique he’d acquired, the railgun, but it was probably hard to grasp its true power without seeing it in action.

Folding up the document, Turan nodded and said,

“Good. If I leave now, I can get it done. If I attack too much, I’ll get tired, so I’ll go and return by the morning.”

*

At dawn, when the darkness receded and light began to rise, a flash of light burst beside the encampment of the House Ruvan, stationed in the northern Land of Lakes.

At that moment, no one immediately understood what had happened.

For when one has just woken up, the brain doesn’t function too well.

Only after a short while did they begin to realize that it was Varaha, that the enemies they were currently invading, had launched a counterattack.

Light and heat, weren’t those the forces they handled best?

“Enemy attack!”

“What were the night guards doing? Varaha has come!”

Yet it was meaningless to blame the patrols stationed around the camp, because the assailant could not be seen.

All that remained were the debris left by the flash and the screams of survivors who had barely made it through from the fringes of the attack.

“So hot, it’s too hot……”

“My arm!”

“I can’t see anything-”

Amidst the desperate screams, while the few healers went around, nobles who had been sleeping elsewhere rushed over to check the traces of the attack.

A single long line, drawn from outside the distant edge of the encampment all the way to the center.

Even just the pulverized earth where it had passed made it clear how terrifying the impact of the projectile-like attack must have been.

Even the encampment’s barrier, which under normal circumstances could withstand attacks from dozens of wizards, had been ripped to shreds.

If it hadn’t been for that barrier, the attack might have pierced an entire section of the encampment.

“What the hell kind of attack just passed through here?”

“Lord Godrin was definitely staying here.”

The final destination of the unidentified attack was the commander’s tent, the very one used by the noble overseeing the five legions of the invading Ruvan forces: Godrin Ruvan, the highest-ranking noble of one of the legions.

Naturally, his tent had been carbonized and erased under the immense heat and pressure, just like the other structures in the path, and even Godrin himself had barely retained the shape of his body.

If he had not been a top-tier noble possessing both the Fighter and Guardian Bloodlines, even that would not have been possible.

“He may have been asleep and not wearing any defense magic devices, but still… to snipe a noble of a legion commander’s caliber from that distance?”

“At this level, it’s definitely someone of Family Head tier.”

They could easily think of potential candidates capable of such an attack.

Solif of the Sun Bloodline, and Turan of the Zahar Bloodline.

Of course, Turan was the Family Head of the great House Parsha in the distant west, but there were already public rumors that he possessed some means to quickly travel between the two families.

“It must be the Head of Parsha. He’s always had deep expertise in throwing or shooting things, and besides, this is an area where scouts should have detected the attack. But no one saw an intruder.”

Everyone nodded at the noble’s comment- yes, that made sense.

But knowing was one thing; the problem now was what they were supposed to do.

Should they further reinforce the perimeter during camping?

Even if knights and lower nobles wandered around the base, to a Family Head-level powerhouse, they were little more than insects.

Yet they couldn’t exactly have the Head of House Ruvan personally walk the perimeter on patrol, could they?

It wasn’t as if a powerful noble from Zahar was something they could just detect at will, and if the Family Head were to suffer physical or mental fatigue, he might be unable to exert power at a crucial moment.

More than anything, someone daring enough to suggest such a blasphemous request might find themselves out of favor with the higher-ups.

“For now, we should report this to the Family Head and receive orders. The rest of you, start securing the perimeter-”

Just as the oldest noble among them began to issue commands, another flash flared in the distance.

Unlike last time, they weren’t asleep now, so they were finally able to see the enemy’s attack clearly.

A single metal sphere, appearing to stretch long in an optical illusion.

It pierced through the already-torn hole in the barrier and swept through the nobles gathered for analysis.

*