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The Magic Less Swordsman (Dropped)

When The Son of a powerful Arc-Mage get his magic Stolen by a demon at the age of 10 he is disowned and outcasted as one of the only Magic less members of the kingdom. Will he have what it takes to survive and reclaim his power?

DaoistShinobi · Fantasy
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Infiltration?

As the sun sets, we sneak up towards the mansion. I jump up and peek over the wall.

"What the hell? Whats going on?" I mutter confused.

"What are you talking about?" Historia asks as she levitates up and peeks over as well.

"There all drunk or asleep. I thought this place was supposed to be heavily guarded? Is it a trap?"

"I don't know, I'm just as surprised as you." She says.

"Well, lets get going." I mutter through my mask.

Historia touches my shoulder and levitates us to the roof, where we climb to the chimney with little difficulty.

"You know, I never asked. What tier mage are you?" I ask seriously.

"I'm Silver Tier Mage. I was born a Bronze Tier." She says with pride.

I nod, "Impressive."

"Well, what about you? I notice you avoid the use of magic, why is that?"

I huff, "I'm a Stone Tier. I don't use magic, because my level is to low to actually be effective."

Her smile grows, and she opens her mouth to make a remark, but I hush her. "Talk more later, for now extinguish the fire." I nod down towards the bottom of the chimney where smoke is coming out.

"Fine." She narrows her eyes, but waves her hand extinguishing the fire down below.

"Follow me." I tilt my head.

I draw my swords off my back, and jump down, stabbing my magic blade into the wall, slowing my decent.

I crash into the soot in the fireplace, causing a smokescreen with the soot. I roll out of the fireplace into the study, and leap to my feet in a defensive stance.

The Soot clears, and the study is empty, except for a man in red robes, with greased black hair and fine cut beard.

A wicked smile spreads across my face, but is hidden by the mask. "Hello Baron Vice, it's been a while." I spit my voice filled with venom.

The man smiles warm and welcoming. "Hello Tasuki Levius Pyxis, its been a few years yes?"

My face pales under my mask. "H-how do you know it's me?" I take a step back.

He stands up, "My boy, you should pick your companions better."

I spin, "Wha..." Before I can move, I large blast of lightning slams into my chest hurdling me against the wall cracking a few of my ribs. The last thing I see before I pass out, is Miss Thief smiling wickedly at me saying. "Good bye Tas."

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