Transmigrated as a Ghost

Days went by as Marcus supervised Alaric's training within the Cordillera Depths Dungeon.

The young half elf boy had made good progress on refining his fighting style and leveling up.

During this time, he had managed to reach level twenty-seven which now put him as strong as a knight.

However, his power had received another boost, as Marcus had paid a visit to the intelligent beasts' domain and stockpiled a huge number of natural treasures.

Naturally they had been more than happy to share with him what they had in thanks for him saving them from the demon attack around two years ago.

With these he had raised all of Alaric's stats as high as they could go for how he currently was.

This brought him up to pretty much the peak of power any level twenty-seven could have and gave him the ability to content with entities even a few levels higher than him.

"That last fight was pretty impressive. I was actually a bit surprised you were able to beat a level thirty-two yeti on your own." Marcus said as he gazed at the hulking form behind Alaric.

He had just finished quite the epic battle against the twenty-foot-tall monster that boasted incredibly high physical stats.

"Thank you for your praise, Irene. And to be honest, I was afraid I was going to get killed a few times. But I managed to get through it thanks to everything you and those you introduced me to taught me." Alaric said with a proud smile.

He had done a lot of growing in the last couple months, and not just in leveling up.

He had matured a lot as well and was far less childish than he used to be.

He had always admired the sort of mature atmosphere that Lilia gave off, and he now realized that a fair amount of it probably came from the training that Marcus had given her.

Both Marcus and Alaric then went over the details of the fight like they always did and at the same time Marcus healed Alaric.

"Now I believe that you are ready to fight without me looking over you. I also have to go and meet with the viceroy of Lethallan, so this is the perfect time for you to rack up some experience without me watching your back. I will leave Blitz with you so you should be fine, but make sure not to be complacent. I will not be here to heal you should you get injured. You will have to manage any injure you get on your own." Marcus said, giving Alaric one final piece of advice before leaving.

After that he bid the young boy farewell for now and began running off towards the exit.

'This should be far enough.' Marcus thought once he was out of view.

Immediately he went into his ghost form and flew the rest of the way back to the entrance. Covering a distance that would normally take several hours by foot in a few minutes.

When he arrived, he found an out of sight area and reappeared in order to leave the dungeon normally.

He did not want to raise any eyebrows should it be found out that he left the dungeon without going through the proper exit.

This was why he always made sure that his exits and entries were done in his tangible form to prevent any suspicion being cast on himself.

Once he was back out, he made his way back to the Towering Bear Inn where he met up with Clara.

"It is good to see you again Lady Irene. For a bit I was afraid you might forget your meeting with the viceroy." Clara said with a look of relief on her face.

She had already known that Marcus did not really care for this meeting and was afraid that he would get engrossed in training Alaric and not show up.

"No, I always had it at least in the back of my mind. I know that your advice is sound, and you are right that it would be inconvenient to ruffle feathers when there is no need to. Anyway, it was time for me to leave Alaric to fight on his own. Now that he has gotten a bit stronger, I do not want him getting reckless since I can heal his injuries. Now that I am gone, he will have to be more careful." Marcus said as he pulled a couple dresses out of his item box.

These were the formal wear he kept with him at all times just in case he had to attend meeting like the one today.

"Which one do you think I should wear." Marcus said as he presented the four dresses to Clara.

She looked them over intently for a few moments before picking out a dazzling sliver dress.

"I believe that this one would be the best. There is a fair amount of silver in the viceroy's family crest, and this dress is not too revealing but not conservative either. It will also go well with your platinum hair." Clara said, listening out the reason she thought this dress would be best.

Not really caring about what he wore, Marcus took her opinion, and she helped him to change.

When he was ready, they walked out of their room and downstairs to the ground floor of the inn.

As Marcus stepped out, he garnered the attention of everyone in the bar, and most of the men stared in disbelief.

With is form as Irene Marcus looked stunning as usual, and when dressed up it was not far off to say that his ethereal beauty was quite captivating.

Luckily, he had long since gotten used to be stared at. He had already spent plenty of time as Irene. Also, his mind was still mostly that of a man, so he understood how the form of an attractive woman was hard to look away from.

"It looks like the carriage I rented is here Lady Irene. We can leave whenever you are ready." Clara said after taking a peak outside.

Hearing this, Marcus was a bit surprised for a few moments since he had not even thought about this.

Currently Blitz was with Alaric so he could not pull his carriage, and it certainly would have been inappropriate for him to show up on foot, or more likely fly in.

"You are always on top of things Clara. Thank you for always covering for my shortsightedness in noble matters." Marcus said to his head maid.

In response she bowed her head and told him to think nothing of it. That she was just doing her job.

Still there was a proud smile hidden under her bow that showed she was pealed to be praised.

Swiftly the two of them got into the carriage and Clara instructed the driver to take them to the viceroy's castle.

With the crack of his reins he set off, and they began heading down the city streets towards the largest building in the city that lay in the middle of an artificial lake that had been made as a defensive measure.