Getting to Hillsdale from the Capital was a week ride one way. Since he only had two weeks remaining, he decided against taking the traditional route and just used magic instead.

Transportation magic was a highly guarded secret within the military. It could very easily be used to murder the Royal family or a high ranking official, so naturally they didn’t want anyone and everyone able to use it. Even in the Mage Division, the actual spell was strictly distributed. Master and below were given enchanted “dog-tags” which had pre-set destinations on them for instant travel. It was only once you reached the Archmage rank that you were allowed to learn the actual spell.

Thio took full advantage of his ranking to get around the country.

Since anyone would be surprised to see a man suddenly appear in the middle of the street, Thio transported to the rocky outcrop just outside the town. He stood there and inhaled. There was the slight familiar smell of chimney smoke, but otherwise the air was clear. That’s the one thing the countryside had over the big city: breathable air.

He touched the giant rock next to him, feeling nostalgic. Four years ago he’d come out here and wept bitterly over his rejection letter from the Knights. The fact that he’d been accepted into the Air Defense had not taken the edge off the feeling of defeat back then. He’d set his heart on Knighthood and nothing else could satisfy.

Who knew, so many years later, he’d be one of the most powerful Mages in the country?

He couldn’t muster any anger now. While he’d glorified Knighthood, his real goal had been regaining his honor, and his family’s honor too, if he could. To the first, he had succeeded as a Mage. To the second, his family’s honor, Caroline had done the heavy lifting. If there was any left over prejudice, he’d know when he arrived.

Speaking of that, since he was coming back to his hometown, he’d gone all out. He was wearing his Archmage uniform, which was predominantly white with gold accents. Paired with his long pleated black hair and green eyes, he looked like the very wealthy and powerful mage he was (but didn’t feel like). Straightening his white jacket, he began to walk toward the town.

———

Everyone in Hillsdale noticed when an Archmage walked down Central Avenue. The uniform was flashy by the town’s standards and caught every eye as he passed.

Feeling nervous by the attention, Thio kept his face neutral and walked with a straight back. One thing he learned from the military was to never look weak. Having traveled all over the Empire (and on occasion outside it), projecting confidence was important. Not only to honor the image of the Empire, but also for getting people to listen to commands. If people didn’t respect you, they wouldn’t listen. So you had to convince them you knew what you were about, even in times when you didn’t know.

Since Thio had come last minute and on a whim, he had to think about where Caroline might actually be. It was after lunch, so he thought she might be out fulfilling a Request. In which case, the Guild was the place to go.

He entered the Guild building nonchalantly and was greeted with a squeal of surprise.

“THIO IS THAT YOU?” Mariel leaned out of the window, looking excited.

Squinting at her for being so loud, he replied. “Yes, it’s me.”

“Lord, you’re all grown up now!” She left her desk and opened the door that lead to the waiting area. Coming over, she gave him a heartfelt hug. “You look amazing!”

“You look well yourself.”

Mariel gave a thumbs up. She was clearly pregnant once again.

Her smile turned to relief, “This is great! Caroline was saying there’s no way you’d be able to come, but I’m so glad you made the time. After the beating she took, she really needs someone to watch her.”

Thio gave a deep frown. “Beating? What beating?”

Mariel froze. “D-don’t you know?”

“..know what?”

Furious, Mariel stomped her foot. “SHE DIDN’T TELL YOU! Drat that girl, I swear I’m going to throttle her… once she’s better.” Sighing in deep frustrating, she explained. “A week and a half ago a merchant Requested a team of Adventurer’s help him clear some old ruins he’d discovered to the west of here. If the merchant had been telling the truth, things would have been fine but…”

“But?”

“…he lied. The ruins were cursed. You were trapped inside unless you could break the stone tablet at it’s center. The problem was the ruins were crawling with powerful monsters, and the tablet itself was protected by some kind of ancient giant snake.” Mariel rubbed her forehead. “The merchant had cleverly let the party go in first, so he didn’t get trapped. Caroline and her party were trapped in their for days. That damn merchant waited to see if they could break the curse, and when they did, he went in and took all the valuable treasure from the ruins and left the party to die.”

Thio hands balled into fists, knuckles white with rage.

“Caroline’s got a really hearty body, so she was the only one who could still stand. She actually walked all the way back to town, a six hour trip, to get help. I think if she hadn’t walked on top of the injuries, she’d have been… well, fine is too strong. Perhaps just alright? But she walked. So the injuries were much much worse. Her actions saved her party, but it’s put her out of commission. Even with her body’s high recovery rate, she’s not going anywhere for a long time at this point…”

“And the merchant?”

Mariel tossed her hair, an angry frown. “He escaped, a pox on him! We’ve got every Guild in the Empire looking for him AND we put a bounty on his head. Just in case he got the clever idea of fleeing the country.”

“Good. Do you have a picture of the merchant?”

“Of course!” Mariel grinned wickedly. “I never forget a face.”

“I’d like a copy too, if you don’t mind.”

“Are you going to look for him too?”

“Yes. I know some… people… that can help with the search.”

“Really? Well, you’re pretty far up the ranks now, so I guess that’s expected.” Mariel went back to her desk and brought back the Wanted poster. “Take it.”

Thio looked at the criminal in question. He was good looking fellow who didn’t give off any impression of being nefarious. Thio supposed that’s how he conned people, with his face. It didn’t stop him from being annoyed by it.

“Where is Caroline recuperating?”

“At your house of course.”

“…my house?” He asked slowly.

Mariel gave him a confused look. “Yeah, the one you use to live in?”

“I see.”

“Where did you think she was living?”

He rubbed his temples before shaking his head. “Never mind. I’ll be going then.”

And before Mariel could say another word, he used Transportation, disappearing. Mariel stood alone in the Guild reception area, blinking.

“…wow… he really made something of himself…”

———

Caroline was laying down, with so many bandages on she could have been mistaken for a mummy. The best Doctor in town, who specialized in natural and magic healing, had taken a look at her. The problem was a great deal of her injuries had curses on them.

And not just one curse, but over thirty stacked on top each other. Some where so old they weren’t listed in the Doctor’s books, so he had no way to cure them. In the end, he’d patched her up the best he could, treating the curses he did have cures for, and recommended requesting a more skilled Doctor from the Capital come to treat her.

The problem was the price. It would have been expensive enough going to see a Capital Doctor, but having one come to her directly was obscenely pricey. In the end she could only feebly promise to think about hiring someone.

Any other person would have died under so many curses. But Caroline’s body was tough. It treated curses like a physical illness, rather than a magical one. Even ancient curses struggled to work properly on her. But walking six hours on top of all the curses had weakened even her body substantially. And that in turn gave the curses a stronger foothold.

So she was weak, tired, and felt pain in every part of her body. Even in places she didn’t know could hurt. All in all, she was miserable.

She was only vaguely aware of the “click” sound of the front door’s lock being opened. When someone walked in, she didn’t have the strength to be alarmed.

“C-Caroline, is that you?” The voice might have been familiar, but it was hard to tell. One of the curses was making everything sound like it was going through a tin can.

A blurry white shape quickly walked over to her. Yep, yet another curse was interfering with her vision. If she concentrated really hard, she could make things focus a bit better, but she wasn’t so inclined just then.

With a prodigious amount of effort, she croaked out. “Who?”

“Oh God… this is awful.” Someone reached out to touch her, causing her to groan in pain. Yep, another curse. “Sorry, sorry.”

The person shuffled around for a moment and then came back.

“It’s me, Thio. Don’t you recognize me?”

Oh. So that’s why the voice sounded a little familiar. Amazing she could tell through the curse, since she hadn’t heard his voice in four years.

“Curse.” She managed to get out, and then went silent. Ugh, her mouth felt unbearable dry. Not that it mattered how much water she drank, because——of course——another curse was causing it.

“Curse? Are you cursed?” His fuzzy hand swept out and he cast a spell. “OH MY GOD.”

She flinched, thinking: Not so loud, not so loud!

——

“What the——how is this even——how are you even alive?” He was right to be astonished. It wasn’t just one or two curses, she was currently covered in 20 curses. And, though he didn’t know it, that was after the Doctor had cured what he could.

Muttering in fearful anger, he read the list carefully. He recognized nine immediately. They were strong curses, but years of dealing with Demons didn’t go to waste. He knew how to cure them. The problem was the rest were so old he only knew about them in theory or were completely new to him.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to cure the curses he had some experience with. He went through a series of counter spells, and by the ninth broke out in a light sweat. It was no small thing to deal with curses that strong, it took a lot out of him.