Seven years ago, when young Turan lost his mother to illness, the village elders presented him with a document demanding his thumbprint under the pretext of managing his property.
It contained contents about transferring the sheep farm of Hisaril Hill to village communal ownership.
Turan, who could read, naturally refused this, but the elders forcibly drove him out, saying such documents were merely a formality from the start anyway.
Unfortunately, Turan at that time was in a period when neither his body nor mana had matured, so he couldn't dare to fight back.
The fear that openly revealing himself as a wizard would get him captured by bad nobles also stiffened his body.
After being driven from the farm, Turan lay in the field for a long while before thinking of a way to reclaim his mother's inheritance without openly revealing magic.
That was to hide in the sparse bushes around the village and throw stones at everyone leaving the village.
His first targets were the village elders who had stolen his property.
Fortunately, a young noble's stone throws with all his might were sufficient to break the bones of middle-aged men from dozens of meters away.
The first two attacked had their legs broken, the next one had his jaw blown off and would eat only porridge for life.
And the last one was hit wrong in the head and died after suffering for several days.
When the village's young and middle-aged men rushed out with weapons for revenge, Turan used his superior sense of smell to always identify their positions first, then sniped one or two from afar before repeatedly fleeing.
Though still young, his running was already faster than anyone in the village, so no one could catch him.
How many days did they fight like this?
After more than ten people were seriously injured or killed, finally the village, virtually isolated by a single twelve-year-old boy, declared surrender.
These memories suddenly came to mind because the current situation felt exactly like back then.
Having just killed one noble, the remaining enemy numbers were seven nobles and thirty-five knights.
Though each individual was pathetically weak compared to Turan, it wasn't a fight he could be confident of winning in a direct confrontation.
Even more so since, being a coalition force, they possessed various bloodline abilities.
However, such disadvantage was merely something that could be turned around just by using proper strategy.
"Go up first, Bize."
At Turan's words as he walked out of the tent, Bize immediately flew high into the sky.
It would be much easier if he could share concealment ability with others.
Perhaps related techniques were passed down in House Zahar.
Though uncertain if he would ever learn them.
Seeing the black eagle soaring up, several nearby knights shouted in surprise.
"Huh? Isn't that the magical beast Lady Maxi caught?"
"Its wing looks fine for that though."
"She definitely said to keep it confined..."
While the camp was thrown into chaos due to Bize's flight, Turan maintained his concealment and walked toward the commander.
And he created a wind path while charging mana into his spinning sling.
'This one first.'
With a very faint whistling sound like wind leaking, the stone flew and pierced through the large woman noble's head.
Rather than crudely crushing like before, due to its extreme speed it just created one large hole.
For someone skilled enough to have lasted a minute or two in direct combat, it was an excessively futile end.
Though the throw itself was silent, the sound of piercing the head was audible, so everyone's attention gathered on the woman noble as she collapsed.
"Lady Maxi?"
"Sister... We're under attack! We're under attack!"
"Everyone in defensive formation!"
The Corel coalition army fell into immediate panic after losing their leader in a completely unexpected situation.
Naturally, not a single person suspected it was a Zahar noble sneaking in to attack.
It would be too unreasonable to think those who should be far in the Enril Desert would suddenly launch a surprise attack.
Thanks to this, Turan could leisurely prepare wind paths to snipe the second strongest noble.
'Second one.'
This target was a male noble with a somewhat small and slight build.
Unlike the first victim, he must have had defensive magic devices as instead of dying from a pierced head, he screamed and rolled on the ground.
But judging by the whitish brain matter flowing from his head, he seemed unlikely to participate in combat anymore.
At that moment, one of the nobles finally seemed to realize as he shouted loudly.
"It's concealment! Everyone light up!"
It would have been more convenient if he could have killed a third one like this.
Of course, with the two strongest dead, the balance of power had already reversed, so it wasn't a big problem.
Turan lightly clicked his tongue and snapped his fingers hard.
A spark of flame based on friction heat.
The moment he blew powerful wind into it, a storm of flames erupting above Turan's head swept through the entire camp.
"Aaaaagh!"
"Hot, water! Water!"
Desperate screams rang out from all directions.
If such a flame storm had swept in from far away, it wouldn't have been too difficult to respond to.
The speed of flames carried by wind wasn't particularly fast by wizards' standards, and defense just required blowing opposing wind.
While one person alone might not manage, even Turan couldn't overcome dozens combining their power.
But a flame storm suddenly sweeping through the middle of the camp was enough to inflict devastating damage on the Corel coalition army.
Eight knights and one noble relatively close to him burned to death without even screaming, while five or six knights further away rolled on the ground screaming with horrible burns.
Before the flame storm sweeping the camp could clear, dozens of spells poured toward its center.
"Kill!"
Perhaps showing they were skilled wizards who had even fought wars?
The force of the incoming spells was uniformly extraordinary.
Fire arrows, rock showers, water bombs, spears of light, real arrows and javelins charged full of mana...
Magic enhanced by bloodlines and honed over decades displayed power even stronger than their casters' mana.
But there was already no one in the place where they poured.
"What..."
"Concealment! Quick, light first!"
The Corel coalition nobles all launched orbs of light in all directions simultaneously, but even with over a hundred meters around illuminated, no one appeared.
"Huh...?"
"There's no one?"