My Magic Has No Upper Limit

"You... you don’t have the right to do this...!"

Vance’s voice trembled uncontrollably.

"I am a Hereditary Noble, appointed by the King... I have immunity... You can’t do this!"

"The Mage’s Guild has every right to do this."

"When you made a move against a Mage, you should have foreseen this outcome," Marvin said coldly.

"You are now in custody, Vance."

Vance’s face turned ashen, and he was unable to utter another word.

Marvin’s swift actions left Zelir, standing behind him, utterly amazed.

As for Marcus and the others, they were not just amazed, but also envious.

’Damn, so this is the Mage’s Guild... even the Nobility has to steer clear of them.’

In truth, not even Zelir himself had imagined that the Mage’s Guild’s power could so utterly crush Mayor Lewis and his men.

But upon careful reflection, it all made sense.

The Mage’s Guild was, by its very nature, a massive organization that spanned several nations.

It not only controlled immense wealth but also wielded absolute martial power. Its influence was far beyond what any single noble could hope to challenge.

Furthermore, Falling Leaves Town was a vassal of Black Stone Town, giving it a lower status. They didn’t even have a Mage’s Guild here.

And on top of that, the ones who had come were Upper Level Mages—two of them at once.

If it had been a Middle Level Mage, the effect certainly wouldn’t have been so dramatic.

"So... Mage Marvin, is there anything you need us to do?"

Mayor Lewis, shamelessly putting on a thick-skinned smile, looked eager to redeem himself. He quickly scurried over and said,

"Falling Leaves Town may be small, but we have plenty of manpower."

"To show our cooperation and good faith, we can help you search the Wenmier Mansion."

"That won’t be necessary. I don’t particularly trust you right now."

Instructor Marvin waved his hand dismissively. "As for the search, I will request personnel from Black Stone Town."

"Mayor Lewis, for now, I’ll trouble you to dispatch your men to seal off the Wenmier Mansion. Just keep everyone inside contained."

"Alright..."

"By the way, Zelir."

Instructor Marvin turned to Zelir. "Are there any other suspects we need to apprehend?"

"Hmm..."

Zelir suddenly remembered.

"There’s also a coachman! His behavior was quite strange."

"He promised he would wait for us outside the Ancient Castle until we completed our mission, but he had vanished by the time we came out."

"We examined the area at the time and found no signs of a struggle. I suspect he knew we weren’t going to make it out, so he just left."

"Let’s hear it, Vance."

Marvin looked at Vance. "Who was that coachman? Was he the one who delivered the sacrifices for you?"

Vance’s head was bowed low, and he remained silent.

"Not talking? Suit yourself..."

Marvin adjusted his cuffs, adding nonchalantly,

"However, if you confess, it will be noted in the report. Your sentence might be reduced at the trial on account of your cooperation."

At these words, Vance raised his head, a glimmer of hope rekindling in his eyes.

"Really? Will I be allowed to live?"

"Heh... So you’ve already assumed we’ll find evidence of you colluding with a Cult. If it were just a matter of concealing commission details, it wouldn’t be a capital offense."

Marvin said, as if he had expected this all along.

"As for whether you’ll live if you talk, I can’t make any guarantees that are beyond my authority. But if you don’t talk, you certainly won’t live."

"Spencer... His name is Spencer Wenmier!" Vance blurted out the name with almost no hesitation.

"Wenmier?" Zelir was puzzled.

’How could a mere coachman bear the Wenmier family name?’

"Yes. He’s the bastard son my father had from one of his affairs. He’s currently working as a stableman to hide his identity."

Once he started talking, Vance held nothing back, spilling everything in a single rush.

"You can’t trust outsiders with this kind of dirty work; it would be a disaster if the secret got out. But he’s different..."

"I promised Spencer that if he helped me, I would publicly acknowledge him and allow him to join the Wenmier Clan once it was all over!"

"A bastard son..."

Gray mused, "Looks like he’s lost his chance to ever be recognized by the Wenmier Clan."

’Risking his life for a family name.’

’What a losing bargain.’

"And what about him?"

Zelir shot a sideways glance at Sangmik. "Was he involved, too?"

"Yes!"

Vance pointed him out without a moment’s hesitation. "He knew everything, and he helped me a great deal."

"My lord... you?!"

Sangmik’s eyes went wide, seemingly in disbelief that Vance would sell him out so quickly and decisively.

He had served the Wenmier Clan for forty long years and had practically watched Vance grow up.

Sangmik had dedicated his entire life to this declining family, even going so far as to aid Vance in his depraved schemes.

Just a few minutes earlier, he had been trying to figure out how to cover for Vance.

But now, for a slim, uncertain chance at a reduced sentence, Vance had unhesitatingly cast him aside like a stepping stone.

"How could you..." Sangmik’s lips trembled.

Vance turned his head away, refusing to look at Sangmik.

Hearing this, Mayor Lewis instantly understood. This was a golden opportunity to prove his worth.

He immediately put on an air of righteous indignation, waving at Darius and shouting,

"Did you hear that? Those are our leads! We must not let a single Cult accomplice get away!"

"You, you, and you! Get to the stables and arrest that man, Spencer!"

"Sir!"

Several Black Armored Guards immediately departed.

"And this old codger!"

Mayor Lewis pointed at Sangmik. "He’s an accomplice, too! Seize him!"

A few more guards came forward, bound Sangmik securely, and led him away.

"Well then... Mage Marvin, Mage Manlin, we’ll take our men and secure the entrances now."

Having dealt with these small fry, Mayor Lewis waved his hand again, and the remaining guards dispersed, leaving the main hall like a receding tide.

Vance, however, remained where he was, unbound. Lewis couldn’t be bothered with him—in fact, he had been left there intentionally.

’Perhaps the Mages will want to vent their anger on him, maybe even enact a little private justice...’

’He’d have it coming.’

’Whatever happens, I absolutely cannot get involved again.’

Mayor Lewis resolved in his heart.

’I almost got dragged down with them today.’

Once the crowd had withdrawn, silence returned to the main hall.

"Whew... Instructor Marvin, thank you so much for coming to our rescue today."

Zelir said earnestly, "And Instructor Manlin, thank you for taking the trouble to come all this way."

"Little one..."

Manlin ruffled Zelir’s hair. "How did you manage to get yourself into such a huge mess?"

"I have no idea... I just heard there was a well-paying commission, so I took it."

Zelir looked quite helpless. "Who could’ve known I’d run into a situation like this."

"So, Zelir, are you satisfied with how things were handled today?"

The stern expression on Instructor Marvin’s face finally softened, returning to the gentler demeanor he usually had with Zelir.

"I couldn’t be more satisfied, Instructor Marvin."

Zelir couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotion as he recalled the scene of Instructor Marvin dressing down Mayor Lewis as if he were a misbehaving child.

"This is the first time I’ve seen the Mage’s Guild intervene in a conflict."

He had always heard that the Mage’s Guild held a high status, but that had always been an abstract concept.

Today, he had finally witnessed it firsthand.

"Hmph..."

Instructor Marvin chuckled. "This is my first time handling an inter-town dispute as well. Other Mages, even if they ran into a situation like this, wouldn’t be as bold as you, going straight to someone’s home to make an arrest."

"I’ve been with the Mage’s Guild for a long time, so I’m quite familiar with how to exercise its authority and the proper procedures."

What Marvin didn’t say, however, was...

’If an ordinary Mage had asked the Guild for help, they would have stepped in, but never with such a grand display.’

’Zelir wasn’t just anybody. He was Black Stone Town’s youngest Junior Mage, and a student he had personally mentored.’

’He and Manlin had previously discussed how Zelir should be raised.’

’They both agreed that he was better suited to being tempered by real-world trials than being coddled in the Magic Academy.’

’That was why they had allowed Zelir to go out and take on commissions, to truly temper himself.’

’But "tempering" was one thing.’

’These people had actually tried to kill him. In that case, they couldn’t blame the Mage’s Guild for coming down on them with its full might.’