Passerby Villain In A Wizard World-Chapter 163: Runeblood

"Why do you think I would even know how to leave in the first place?"

Seeing Ignysyl’s surprise, Ian asked, clearly finding something fishy. Why did it feel like Ignysyl was sure that he had the method to leave this tower?

Before obtaining that bloodline skill, he truly had no such ability. And even that was questionable.

"Hey, don’t lie. You really don’t know? You must have some methods, right?"

Ignysyl was instead growing anxious after receiving a negative reply from Ian.

He never thought that the hope he was clinging to wouldn’t be able to help him in any way.

"Okay, okay... don’t get too down. Can you at least remember that you are a dragon for fuck’s sake?"

Ian rolled his eyes, seeing the little dragon deflate rapidly. He now felt like a stressed parent looking after their toddler.

So hard.

"Listen... I do have some methods, but I don’t know if they will work. But you have to answer some of my questions first, okay?"

Ian hurriedly spoke, afraid that Ignysyl would ignore him and disappear in disappointment.

"Hmm? You have methods? Then... why didn’t you say so earlier? You scared me to death."

Ignysyl finally heard what he wanted and immediately some color returned to his poor face. He didn’t forget to blame Ian for gaslighting him, though.

"Hey, I said I don’t know if it will work. Can you please listen to all the words I say?"

Ian finally couldn’t help but put his hands on his forehead. This stupid dragon was clearly testing his patience, right?

"Hehe... don’t worry. As long as you help me, even if you fail to bring me out, I won’t be sad."

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Ignysyl beamed after finding new hope.

Poor him—he didn’t know that expectations were the root of every disappointment; although, that might not be the case this time. Hopefully.

However, weirdly, Ian saw a confidence in him that even he didn’t have.

"Anyway, first tell me—why were you so surprised when I said I don’t know how to help you?"

Ian asked the question that had been bothering him the most.

From Ignysyl’s reaction, it was as if he knew Ian could definitely help him. But Ian didn’t see anything noteworthy about himself that would suggest that.

"Hm? Obviously, because you can use Wordless Casting. Only the Sovereign Clan with Runeblood can use Innate Wordless Casting. And my inheritance says Runeblood can help let me out of this place."

Hearing Ian’s inquiry, Ignysyl casually poured out everything he knew from his bloodline inheritance.

"Sovereign Clan? Runeblood?"

However, he didn’t realize his seemingly casual words made Ian’s heart skip a beat—those terms were completely new to him.

"Wait, Wordless Casting?"

"Are you talking about ’Void’ and ’Shroud’?"

Ian then thought of his Ethereal form, the words he had heard in his mind, and asked the dragon again as if to confirm.

"What is that?"

However, Ignysyl didn’t understand what he was referring to and instead pointed out,

"I’m talking about your incomplete bloodline form, where you can use the streaks on your core. Although, you are quite weird to my knowledge."

The little dragon tilted his head, looking Ian up and down as if he didn’t match the knowledge passed down in his bloodline inheritance.

"However, that so-called Wordless Casting can be done by any Arch-Wizard or powerful wizard too, can’t they?"

Ian ignored his scrutinizing look and asked again, hungry for any knowledge.

And honestly, he truly was.

At least now he knew that his bloodline came from the Sovereign Clan and that he had Runeblood—whatever that was.

"Tch... they’re just imitating it by engraving spells directly onto their mana core. But they can’t touch the rules."

Ignysyl shook his head in disdain.

"They can only perform spells under the rules. However, a Runeblood is nothing like that."

"But then, how do you know I am definitely a Runeblood? That form could just be my bloodline skill and not a spell. Didn’t you say, you also have a streak on your core?"

Ian countered after finding a loophole in his logic. Couldn’t he simply be using some skill like Veilborn Shroud?

"That’s because you could see me in that form. It’s a living proof."

However, after hearing him say that, Ignysyl smiled and continued,

"In fact, when you said my name, I already smelled that you were a Runeblood. However, I don’t know why you could only see me after entering that state."

He mumbled in confusion,

"Hmm... maybe it’s because you’re also weak and need to grow up like me. Yes, that must be it."

After reaching that conclusion, he suddenly floated up slightly from Ian’s shoulder, happy to have found someone like him.

Seeing Ignysyl getting excited again for no reason, Ian twitched the corner of his mouth.

It really baffled him to see such a colorful dragon.

"Uhum... so you mean, you are under some rule? And I break that rule? What do you mean by rules, anyway?"

Ian asked again, ignoring his cheerful mood.

He hated to admit it, but he was starting to get used to Ignysyl—just like a parent gets used to their child’s shenanigans.

’Why am I always using that analogy?’

Ian admonished himself.

"Rules are rules. What else could they be?"

Ignysyl replied matter-of-factly. In his perception, he simply accepted them at face value and never questioned the knowledge in his mind.

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"And before, I could always feel some restrictions on me preventing me in everything. But when you saw me, they loosened a lot, as if some shackle had been broken. And from what I know, only Runeblood can break the rules."

Ignysyl gave a half-answer, as he himself seemed unaware of many things.

"Do you mean the rules of this Mythical Artifact?"

Ian tried to ask.

"Why would my Glowy Spire place rules on me?"

Ignysyl rolled his eyes at Ian’s foolish question.

’Tch... what do you mean, your Glowy Spire? You can’t even leave the First Floor.’

Ian wanted to scold him but was afraid he would hurt his ego again.