Transmigrated into a Noble's beaten son

Chapter 141

Owly was truly exhausted upon arriving at his destination. His normal majestic "floof" was done in with his ruffled feathers and surreal huffing of hoots.

He was almost at his limit considering the amount of mana he had been using throughout the fight. Additionally, he was not at all in the right state of mind knowing who their opponents were.

'What if they kil—hoot!'

Owly was trying to clear his head of dangerous thoughts. Afterall he needed to have faith in Naell to not stagger and lose any more focus.

Not to mention, the situation regarding his mom and friends' unknown fate; Owly could only trust Wilfred's words that they were alive, as their guardianships were apparently still unpassed to them, the pupils.

"Now what should I do, HOOT."

Although he managed to reach the barrier near the army of elves, he wasn't sure if he could actually pull it off; that is, breaking the barrier created by Ipar.

Further, although the bishop of Lucile was weaker than the queen's, it was apparent that Owly still paled in comparison to Ipar.

Not to mention, like Naell, he was worn out. Although in the case of the young master of Beryldot, it was his incredible mana causing him harm—while Owly's fatigue stemmed from his almost depleted mana.

The young owl could only breathe and stay still for a moment which allowed him to recover the slightest bit. Yet it was not to the point where Owly reached his normal state.

"Even with all my mana I can't defeat that bishop, hoot..."

Truth be told, Owly wanted to stay and fight with Naell, yet he knew he was being a nuisance and just like the case of his mom, he couldn't think of a way to help, hence he accepted the guardians' decision to leave them.

From the moment Ipar got serious, Owly knew he had become mere baggage to Naell. That was why he decided to comply and try to break the barrier.

Yet finally seeing it up close and feeling the absurd amount of mana swirling and caging all of them, Owly could only helplessly glare at his own reflection in the rippling void.

'Hoot.'

For a moment while staring, he noticed his own likeness to his mother; the great Guardian of Wisdom. He was reminded that had she been there, the barrier Ipar erected within seconds would long be gone. Afterall, his mother possessed an immense arsenal of dark magic he always aspired to learn.

Yet far from his imagination, in that moment, his mother was not there and the dark magic remained persistent.

"A guardian's pupil...with no strength to open a barrier, hoot..."

Meekly, he put his talon onto the surface. As dark magic fizzled from where he pressed, he sensed the intricate seal that made him hoot in vain.

'The son of Wisdom...lacking the knowledge to undo the seal...hoot.'

Even so, Owly desperately clung to his last remaining mana while also trying his hardest to understand the complexity of the barrier.

Yet as if mocking him, the barrier in its translucent darkness remained strong and began to even reflect the small tears dropping from Owly's eyes.

Crackles and ominous whispers rose from the dark magic as marks of the seal then began spreading onto his body. Owly knew it was a counter spell directed at those who were trying to break the dark barrier.

If he was in his normal condition, it would have not affected him as spells like those were counterable by elemental mages of the same type.

"That only means I'm out of mana, hoot."