The Death Mage that doesn't want a fourth time

74 Smooth flight through the sky, eating various things in the city

Eleanora frequently thought about how right she was in her firm belief that this small Dhampir was far more fearsome than Birkyne and the other Pure-breed Vampires.

She was thinking the same tonight as well, but at the same time, as she thought about the policies of her master, the most fearsome being in this world, she asked herself, "Why?"

By selling the Goblin-head-shaped communication devices, Vandalieu could easily acquire a fortune and the position of baron, so why was he so fixated on the process of becoming an adventurer, gaining achievements and becoming a nobleman?

Even without the communication devices, he could use Golem Transmutation to change the shapes of gemstones or even Magic Stones, combine them and turn pebble-sized gemstones into large ones worthy of shining in the crown of a king. Wouldn't he be able to easily gain the status of honorary nobleman if he demonstrated this ability?

For Magic Stones, only Magic Stones from monsters of the same race with the same Rank could be combined due to issues with Mana compatibility, but even so, Vandalieu would be able to combine Magic Stones to create larger ones when previously the only improvement possible was to polish them.

These were Eleanora's thoughts, but Vandalieu had told her, "I can only see a future where influential people turn me into a slave or something and simply extract my Mana for their own use." Indeed, Eleanora didn't believe that all influential people were virtuous. In fact, she believed that over ninety percent of them were conspirators or villains.

But at the same time, she believed that unimaginably foolish influential people would make up less than ten percent.

I think that as long as they are not unimaginably foolish, they would realize that turning Vandalieu-sama into their enemy would lead to their ruin, but...

Enormous, black wings flapped gently. The wings that had grown from the back of her master.

"It feels nice to fly like this," said Vandalieu. "Everyone, how does the ride feel?" he asked.

"Things are great here, too!" replied Zran. "The wind is strong, but it's perfect for a hot summer's night!"

"You're amazing, King!" said Braga. "The humans making camp on the ground look like ants!"

Eleanora gave a vague smile as she glanced sideways at Zran, Braga and the other Black Goblins who were shouting excitedly.

"Vandalieu-sama... The ride is comfortable, but... Why have you changed... no, evolved, just for a method of transport?" Eleanora questioned.

"Hmm? I just grew some spirit-form wings; I haven't done any changing or evolving," replied Vandalieu.

With three pairs of wings protruding from the neck of a bird consisting of only a torso, he resembled a very ominous bird indeed.

Vandalieu had returned to the Seventh Cultivation Village, said farewell to the priest who had left for the city in a hurry, killed time doing training and such with Kasim and his friends, and spent the night at the jack-of-all-trades store. In his room, he had informed Eleanora and the others that he was heading for the city tomorrow.

Incidentally, the room in the jack-of-all-trades store was nothing but a room with eight people's worth of crudely-made bunkbeds of straw. It didn't rely on its income as an inn in the first place, so the bunkbeds had apparently been made by the owner himself. There was no disadvantage for him to have Vandalieu stay there in addition to Kasim and his friends.

The owner was quite shrewd; he had decided that this made them even for having mistaken Vandalieu for a ghost.

Leaving that aside, Vandalieu had regrouped with Eleanora and the others and immediately began trying to execute his idea.