Originally, to cast spells consecutively, I had to continuously hold the ice arrows I had already created.

But if I used external mana, there was no need for that. Given enough time, I could weave hundreds of ice arrows in the air.

Dealing with the mana circulating within my body was already causing loss, and since I was using a magic ring, I would exhaust my mana in less than tens of minutes.

And before that, my mental power might bottom out, causing me to vomit blood.

At some point, I hadn’t felt the need to train my mental power, but now that my head was already throbbing, I desperately needed to.

At some point, the arena became quiet, and the roaring cheers diminished.

Each time hundreds of ice arrows swept across the ground, the area froze completely, making it impossible to take a step.

I felt the gazes around me.

The soldiers standing next to me, the officers who should be commanding above them. Even the nobles who booked their positions were watching.

It was no different for the enemies.

They were mages. Moreover, they were those who had sold everything to demons, feeling their own limits and having to pay a price. Such mages would have used the price as an excuse to reach higher places.

But they would be surprised that there was a realm one could reach without paying a price.

The protagonist was also incredibly surprised by the skills shown by the thirty-year-old protagonist and his master at first. Others would be even more so.

He gritted his teeth.

Everything had to end before the protagonist’s mana ran out. He fired all the ice arrows. It didn’t matter since he could create so many. The screams of the evil mages seemed to blend with the roar.

In response, the golem didn’t guard the city wall but ran far away and rampaged. Since the protagonist was guarding the city wall alone, there was no need for the golem to remove the ladders.

Just as falling raindrops soak the earth. Each ice arrow slowly froze the area around where it was embedded in the ground. As it rained continuously like this, the surrounding ground instantly turned into an ice rink.

Flames would simply die out. But if their bodies froze, they couldn’t move. The moment they stepped onto the city wall, the skeletons’ feet froze.

The protagonist’s magic was freezing the entire battlefield around him.

An immense cold energy rose, making the soldiers on the city wall shiver. He didn’t know if it was due to fear. Perhaps it was simply because of the cold.

At least the dark mages who had to receive that magic couldn’t afford to be leisurely.

Ice arrows were pouring down.

Moreover, the golem came running like crazy. The golem’s presence, approaching with a ground-shaking thud that drowned out even the deafening roar of the battlefield, was immense.

There were many young dark mages in this place. Few old men were seen. A middle-aged man, relatively older among the dark mages, raised his staff.

As if waving a conductor’s baton, the skeleton soldiers formed a formation accordingly.

The skeletons each held a shield, shoulder to shoulder, and extended a spear in one hand to deter the charge. This formation could even stop cavalry.

But their opponent was a golem.

When the golem, made of solid ice, disregarded them and charged, the extended spears posed no threat. The formation was trampled like useless ants, losing all composure.

Skeletons had no fear of death. The reason such skeletons lost their composure like demoralized soldiers was because the golem disregarded their formation and charged.

The evil dark mage in the rear screamed when he saw the charging golem.

It wouldn’t be strange for anyone to wet their pants if a giant monster that even spears couldn’t harm came running to kill them. The dark mage chased by the golem became a bloody mess without even managing to escape a few steps.

The golem also killed those who appeared to be assistants nearby, striking them all down with its fists.

Having dealt with one group, the golem immediately turned and rushed towards a nearby group of dark mages.

Before long, over ten evil dark mages and those who appeared to be their apprentices nearby were turned into bloody messes.

The surviving mages, with fear-filled eyes, were surrounded by skeletons and forced to retreat their formation.

It was too far to clearly see their expressions, but it was clear that their faces were contorted with all sorts of emotions.

The dark mage who barely survived being crushed by the golem’s arm wet his pants and shed tears and snot, then fled with the support of those next to him.

As the skeletons retreated, the golem was called back. People watched the golem walk, making the ground rumble. It was the golem that had stirred up hundreds of skeleton armies and returned.

I looked at one of the soldiers next to me.

He stood holding a spear in his hand, looking only at the golem with tired eyes. Seeing his eyes, I realized. From now on, nobles would never question the protagonist’s skill.

The golem entered the city gate.

It was difficult to enter through the city gate because the drawbridge was broken.

The Golem leaped into the Castle. This Golem was nimble and good at jumping. The ground rumbled, causing some Soldiers to stumble. Some even fell.

They gathered to see the Golem that had been rampaging outside.

Next to the Protagonist was an Old Man. It was the Court Mage he had met on the way. He let out a hollow laugh, as if dumbfounded.

“Haha, this, this is truly amazing. A single Golem makes war so easy.”

The Old Man even stammered.

He gave a command to the Golem.

Then the Golem took a step and walked to one side. The Soldiers hurriedly moved aside. None of them dared to breathe loudly.

Even if a Noble, who would kill people at the drop of a hat, were to pass by, it wouldn’t be like this.

Many of those present were born into Noble families. Yet, they were as silent as commoners or Slaves looking at a Noble.

The Old Man said,

“Are you a Human?”

“Why do you ask?”

“The skill you displayed in this battle was utterly beyond the realm of a human. It would be more understandable if you were a Dragon.”

He recalled what the Protagonist had done.

The Golem had done great things, but the Magic the Protagonist had personally memorized played an even greater role. What the Protagonist had done was something that would take hundreds of those who had just reached intermediate Mage level to accomplish.

“Couldn’t the Head Mage do something like this?”

“He is a High-ranking Mage, but even so, he wouldn’t be able to. At least, not that I know of.”

“He can do it.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“What I just showed you is something a High-ranking Mage can do. It’s possible if you create a Ring in your heart.”

“Tell me in detail! Please…”

The Old Man’s expression changed.

He seemed to have noticed something in what was said.

He was about to tell him about the Ring. Even if he knew about it, it wasn’t something easily done, so it seemed fine to tell him. It was something the Protagonist hadn’t even attempted yet.

It was then.

The Old Man’s face contorted.

He wasn’t frowning. Everything he saw shimmered like waves. He clutched his head and barely kept himself from falling, and Mordon, who was beside him, supported him.

“My Baron!”

He felt Mordon shaking him.

It seemed he had overexerted himself. He forced himself to breathe.

The battle wasn’t over yet. The Black Mages had retreated today, but they would attack again tomorrow. It wouldn’t be good for the Protagonist to show weakness.

As the Protagonist stumbled, Mordon said they had to go back.

He looked around, seemingly conscious of the surrounding gazes, just like the Protagonist. He nodded and leaned on him.

He had to go to the Quarters in the Royal Castle and get some sleep. It was always like that. After sleeping, his fatigue would disappear, and his throbbing head would clear.

“No!”

The Old Man was startled. He clung to him even after seeing him stumble.

“Tell me! How on earth were you able to cast such Magic just now! The Ring, what exactly is the Ring!”

The Old Man shouted like a beast and lunged forward.

He seemed a little crazy.

The Old Man was also a considerable Mage, and he seemed curious about the secret of what had just been shown, to the point of losing this Castle. Mages, by nature, couldn’t stand not knowing what they were curious about.

Mordon pushed the Old Man away. Mordon was big and well-trained, so the Old Man was easily pushed back.

“My Baron has overexerted himself in this battle. He will answer you later, so please be patient for now.”

“Thi-this damn it! You want me to be patient with this? Don’t talk nonsense. I need to know right now!”

The Old Man became even more frantic after hearing that. When Mordon slapped him on the head with his palm, the Old Man fell to the ground weakly. He let out a groan mixed with pain, making one wonder if he had hit him too hard.

“Is that allowed?”

“He was hit once, so he’ll come to his senses later. Let’s go to a place to rest first.”

That wasn’t what the Protagonist had meant, but he kept his mouth shut. Mordon, without any change in expression, called a nearby Soldier and had them take the Old Man away.

The Protagonist walked to where a Carriage was waiting. Leaning on his cane, he was still able to walk.

“The other City Walls are probably still fighting, right?”

As he leaned back against the seat, drowsiness washed over him. He blinked, and Mordon, who had gotten in opposite him, looked his way.

“They probably are. Why do you ask?”

“I was wondering if we should help them too.”

Looking at the number of Skeletons that had swarmed them this time, it was a wonder how they had managed to hold out until now.

Although the forces there were several times larger than where the Protagonist had been, he wondered if they could withstand an attack of similar scale to what they had faced.

“Don’t worry. They have more and larger forces in the Noble’s Capital City, so there are many excellent Knights. We had fewer renowned Knights, which made it harder to defend.”

“Is that so?”

“For now, you just need to get some good sleep and clear your head. After today’s offensive ends, the Nobles will gather before Her Royal Highness the Princess to report on the situation. You, Baron, must also make an appearance then.”

“Me too? Is it really necessary for me to go?”

“You absolutely must go. It will be a meeting to discuss this battle.”

“The battle?”

“That’s right. Everyone will be busy boasting their Military achievements to the Princess, so we can’t miss such an interesting occasion.”

Mordon’s tone was very firm.

However, the Protagonist thought that since it would be known anyway, there was no need to go out. He wanted to just fall asleep today, but Mordon’s attitude was so strong that he couldn’t shake his head.