Cammy heard them coming.
She claimed they had no bad intentions and their numbers were few ¨C just several dozens, but father still gathered up everyone who could fight to wait for them at the exit of the passage, just in case the peaceful welcome didn¡¯t proceed as planned.
Unfortunately, in the village this small, gossip spread faster than a wildfire. Soon enough everyone knew that we were about to receive unannounced visitors. Unable to restrain their curiosity, both young and old, those that could walk and those that couldn¡¯t ¨C everyone came out to see what the fuss was about.
Father was worried that the visitors would be intimidated by the overly ¡°warm¡± welcome and tried to disperse the crowd to no avail. It wasn¡¯t any day that outsiders came to our village. In fact, if our history books were to be believed, there had been no visitors to our place since the wars ended.
Luckily, the outsiders weren¡¯t the timid sort. They weren¡¯t even astonished by the welcome. Which wasn¡¯t surprising in the least, because they could probably hear the commotion and excitement from a mile away¡
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Their four leaders were surprisingly young, but the sheer dignity and charisma oozing out of them was something not a single person from our village could compare with. Even their men looked like experts, exuding an innate air of power.
Their group had both argel and elibu with all kinds of exotic shades of hair and eye colors that had not appeared in our village for a long time. Naturally, that caused all single males and females in the village to look at them with a heated gaze, like hungry lupaxes seeing a fresh piece of meat.
I wish I could blame them for their inappropriate behavior, but that would be quite hypocritical of me. Their leaders were incredibly beautiful, so much so that some of the villagers thought they were incarnations of gods.
There was a female among them that¡well¡ let¡¯s just say that I would be lying if I said I wasn¡¯t moved by her beauty and demeanor.
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They said that they came from a place without Ink. A utopia, a huge piece of fertile land where Ink had never stretched its nasty tendrils.
Truthfully, such a place sounded too perfect to be true. Even though Cammy ensured me that they weren¡¯t lying, I still couldn¡¯t bring myself to believe that such a place truly existed.
Others were too thrilled at the prospect of us not being the only survivors to take my skepticism seriously. The outsiders were friendly and polite, thus we welcomed them with open arms. In fact, we showed them our finest hospitality by throwing a village wide celebration in their honor.
We brought out our finest food and drinks. The dancers, led by Cammy, even put up a show of magic. They sang, glowed, flew and twirled with fire. I don¡¯t remember we ever had such a lavish party.
The visitors very much enjoyed the dance, if the ogling eyes they directed towards my sister was any indication.
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Unable to contain her excitement anymore, Laica jumped to her feet, slapping Nelaira with her red hair in the process. ¡°There might be another land of survivors out there that we don¡¯t know about!¡±
She broke out in a wide smile, grinning ear to ear as she giggled triumphantly: ¡°Is this enough proof that there are indeed survivors in the forbidden zone?¡± She gave a side glance to their archaeologist comrade.
He deemed it beneath him to give her a proper look and just added offhandedly. ¡°It¡¯s not like this happened yesterday. Such survivors might have already been wiped out by the Ink.¡±
¡°It is certainly possible that there is an untainted land we are unaware of out there¡¡± Nelaira spoke up, giving Laica a side glance telling her to calm down. ¡°¡but¡ we shouldn¡¯t get our hopes up this easily. These visitors could very well be from the Lands under the Shield. When our lands were in the process of being established, the entry and exit weren¡¯t so strictly regulated as it is now. Perhaps some of the people left back then to search for survivors and invite them inside the Shield. These mentioned outsiders could very well be our ancestors.¡±
The archeologist was quick to nod his head approvingly. His nod froze midway when Nelaira turned to him with a questioning look: ¡°When was this diary written?¡±
¡°I¡¯m not sure when it was written.¡± The middle-aged man with the monocle admitted. ¡°The dates are from the year 1430 A.O. However, I don¡¯t know what A.O. stands for, thus I can¡¯t calculate the year in A.W. (After Wars).¡±
¡°Can¡¯t you use the agometer to measure how old the diary is?¡± Laica suggested.
Agometer was an arcane magical artifact enchanted to use a time spell fragment to sense the age of particles. It could accurately sense when that specific particle was created, however, it couldn¡¯t tell what form that particle took through the ages.
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¡°Who would welcome several dozen potentially Tainted individuals inside their sanctuary just like that? Don¡¯t tell me they forgot to check them for the presence of Ink?¡±
They were surprised at how many marriages of mixed races we have in the village. Apparently, in the place where they are from argel and elibu rarely marry.
They said we are blessed to have so many mana purification artifacts in our possession.
Those two now share heated gazes and hold hands whenever no one is looking. They also sneak out alone every night and return only at dawn.
And this time her conscience just didn¡¯t let her put the matter to rest. A weak and quiet voice that sounded incredibly like Luki whispered at the back of her mind: Why? Why do they want it destroyed so badly? What is it that they wish to hide?
Episode 128 – Disobedience
Previously:
While writing a letter to her fiance, Nelaira thinks about the events that led to her current predicament. She remembers how her squad of ten found a hidden entrance to a long staircase climbing through the mountain, first discovered by Zor Arite. There they find a green valley filled with wildlife and ruins of a village. Nelaira uses her day off to explore the ruins and finds a diary hidden inside a pillar. While picking herbs Luki finds a patch of land where a large quantity of ash is buried under the soil. He finds it suspicious but his comrades disagree. Nelaira stumbles onto a hidden cellar in the ruins of the village that contains food that is 16 years old. Nelaira gives their archaeologist the diary to translate. The writer of the diary is the village chief¡¯s son and he talks about his life. It seems the diary was written after the mage wars, which makes everyone wonder what destroyed the village if not the wars.
Nelaira wanted to investigate the possibility of survivors but her superiors ordered her to proceed towards the Valley of Eternal Snow. The diary speaks of outsiders that came to the village one day from a utopia without Ink.
* * *
The archeologist was quick to nod his head approvingly. His nod froze midway when Nelaira turned to him with a questioning look: ¡°When was this diary written?¡±
¡°I¡¯m not sure when it was written.¡± The middle-aged man with the monocle admitted. ¡°The dates are from the year 1430 A.O. However, I don¡¯t know what A.O. stands for, thus I can¡¯t calculate the year in A.W. (After Wars).¡±
¡°Can¡¯t you use the agometer to measure how old the diary is?¡± Laica suggested.
Agometer was an arcane magical artifact enchanted to use a time spell fragment to sense the age of particles. It could accurately sense when that specific particle was created, however, it couldn¡¯t tell what form that particle took through the ages.
Episode 128 ¨C Disobedience
¡°It would show the age of the materials the diary was made out of, which in turn would show the age of the materials or creatures those materials were made from.¡± The archaeologist explained. ¡°The shown age on the agometer could be decades or even several centuries off from the actual time the diary was used. The agometer won¡¯t tell you how old the writing is, or even when the ink was made. It would calculate the age of the ink by the age of the oldest ingredient used to make it. Same with the leather, the age of the leather would include the age of the animal from which it was taken from. The paper would be as old as the tree that it was made from, which could have been centuries old before it was made into paper.¡± The archaeologist explained.
The two girls would have inquired about the matter further if Luki didn¡¯t choose this time to interrupt everyone¡¯s excitement with a bucket of cold water: ¡°Don¡¯t you think this whole ¡®welcome¡¯ business was strange?¡±
Nelaira resisted the urge to face palm herself and let out a tired sigh: ¡°Do enlighten us¡what was strange about it?¡±
¡°Who would welcome several dozen potentially Tainted individuals inside their sanctuary just like that? Don¡¯t tell me they forgot to check them for the presence of Ink?¡± Luki rolled his eyes.
¡°I¡¯m sure they checked them in some way during the welcome. Otherwise, they wouldn¡¯t have welcomed them with open arms.¡± Nelaira frowned. ¡°Just because the diary doesn¡¯t mention them checking it, it doesn¡¯t mean they didn¡¯t check it.¡±
¡°Alright.¡± Luki raised his hands in the air in surrender. ¡°Let¡¯s say you¡¯re right. What about the sister of the writer of the diary? How did she hear them coming and how was she sure they had no ill intentions?¡±
¡°She was an elibu. Elibu have long ears with very sharp hearing.¡± The archaeologist spoke slowly as if explaining it to a five-year-old child.
¡°She was probably coincidentally near the passage and heard them climbing the stairs.¡± Nelaira showed much more self-restraint than her archaeologist comrade, showing no impatience and annoyance through her own explanation.
¡°Peculiar.¡± Luki stroked his chin. ¡°I was under the impression that the writer of the diary was an argel. Which one of the two do you think is adopted?¡±
His comrades stared at Luki dumbfounded:
¡°How is that relevant to the previous conversation?!¡±
¡°Does it even matter which one was adopted?!¡±
¡°The diary never clearly stated the race of the writer and his sister anyway!¡±
¡°Right! They could be of the same race but in possession of a mana purifying artifact.¡±
* * *
Father invited their four leaders for a private dinner with our family. Apparently, the four of them were from the same family which held a high status in their land. It definitely showed in their elegant eating manners and sweet words. I could totally see them as princes and princesses from the fairy tales, it made me feel rather awkward to have them show interest in our plebeian way of life.
Apparently, we have many different customs they found interesting or strange. Like how father chose to marry an elibu. They were surprised at how many marriages of mixed races we have in the village. Apparently, in the place where they are from argel and elibu rarely marry. They also praised the strength of our familial bonds and how united all the villagers were.
There were several additional points they found fascinating, but to be honest, I wasn¡¯t paying much attention to the conversation. I was more interested in Cammy¡¯s strange behavior. She kept giving one of them strange looks¡and I could feel some kind of fuzzy, warm feeling coming off of her. If I didn¡¯t know her any better, I¡¯d say she felt¡ shy?
Ok, alright, I admit, the guy she was looking at was very handsome. And in fact, I am also guilty of staring at that stunning goddess-like female more than was appropriate. But shy? When has my sister ever felt shy? I don¡¯t remember ever seeing her blush either. I always used to tease her that she acts like a grandma instead of a young virgin.This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.
When I brought the matter up later, she deflected the question and told me that I should give up on wooing the goddess I¡¯ve been staring at. Apparently, she already has someone else in her heart¡
It¡¯s not like I¡¯ve fallen for the girl just like that! I wasn¡¯t really thinking about courting her¡ And even if I wanted to court her, I wouldn¡¯t really care whether she has a previous lover or not. I¡¯m nothing if not persistent.
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Father, Cammy and I brought the visitors on tour around the village. They were really surprised by the spells used in our craftsmanship. They said we are blessed to have so many mana purification artifacts in our possession.
I¡¯m not quite sure what a mana purification artifact is though? If they do what their name implies, why would we be very blessed to possess such things? I can see how they might have some use for children to play with but¡ other than that, aren¡¯t they¡redundant?
Well, whatever the case, the visitors invited us to go with them to this blessed land. They are talking about how advanced their own crafting is and how there are many academies of magic, warlock arenas, mage guilds and many other incredible things in their land.
I have to admit that their descriptions of the place do sound very enticing. At one point I even felt like asking father to let me go with them to this place of theirs. But then I remembered that I¡¯ve been having this bad feeling ever since they arrived and my feelings are usually quite accurate.
My sister continued acting disturbingly unlike herself. Instead of a wise older sister, she seemed like a normal, love-struck, teenage girl, although she is too old to be one.
I didn¡¯t even need to see how that man and her kept blushing up to their ears, and giving each other sneak glances and gentle smiles, I could feel her emotions clearly dripping onto me. I did my best to shut her off and mind my own business, but it is only a temporary measure. I¡¯m not sure how long I¡¯ll be able to continue with it.
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I confronted Cammy about her sudden interest in that man and didn¡¯t let her change the topic this time.
She admitted she likes him very much. She said he is different from the rest. He is very handsome, smart and capable, yet not arrogant or selfish. He treats everyone with kindness, thinking of his men like they were brothers. Always thinking about feelings and desires of others before his own.
She says that some of the visitors are looking down on us because we aren¡¯t as advanced as them and their society, but not him. He respects our tradition and doesn¡¯t look down on us in the slightest.
She said she noticed him at the celebration when she was dancing. He was stunned by the beauty of her dance but had no indecent thoughts or desires about her. It was an innocent admiration and respect without any impurities or ulterior motives.
I suppose that is rare among men. If she has to like someone, I suppose it¡¯s best she likes someone who isn¡¯t a chauvinistic pervert?
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Cammy stayed up all night talking to him. I¡¯ve never seen her so excited, so happy. I suppose I should be happy for her. He is a fine man, in fact, both of the cousins are fine men. Too fine actually. It makes me feel unsettled at how perfect they seem. Still, I trust Cammy¡¯s judgment. If there was something wrong with them and their motives, my sister would be the first one to notice.
My love life is not going nearly as well as hers. After meeting that goddess, other women are even less attractive to me. Even though Cammy told me to not entertain any hopes, I think I involuntarily developed a crush. I wonder what she thinks about me? Does she even notice me at all? I should probably ask Cammy about it, but then, I¡¯m afraid to find out.
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I can¡¯t believe Cammy actually encouraged the girl to pursue her love! She knew I liked her and she went and set her up with someone else!
Cammy tried to comfort me by saying that the bond between them ran too deep. It was just a matter of time before the two of them finally confessed their feelings to each other. She just helped speed it up. She says that she got tired of all the angst they felt. She says I have no idea how it feels to have to pretend to love another like a sibling while internally yearning for them in every way possible.
She spewed a bunch of romantic nonsense about wanting to hold each other and never let go.
I almost puked. This romance stuff is disgusting.
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Those two now share heated gazes and hold hands whenever no one is looking. They also sneak out alone every night and return only at dawn.
And no, the two I¡¯m talking about aren¡¯t my sister and her new boyfriend, though the two of them have been getting more and more lovey-dovey. I should probably pity the fool. If my sister set her eye on him, he¡¯d have no choice but to fall for her. It makes me wonder, is she being herself or is she being the person he hopes she was? Does he truly love her for who she is or for who she pretends to be?
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Soon enough, even their only source of entertainment was taken away.
One day, after reporting the translated contents of the diary, Nelaira was issued an order to dispose of the diary without further translation.
To say that it took her by surprise would be an understatement. She stared at the command for hours, and then she proceeded to stare at the clear night sky for several more hours unable to fall asleep.
She was just a lieutenant within the Purge. She had to obey the commands of her superiors without question.
But she couldn¡¯t do it. She was never the type to follow commands blindly. She was always the type of person who put a lot of thought into reasons and consequences.
And this time her conscience just didn¡¯t let her put the matter to rest. A weak and quiet voice that sounded incredibly like Luki whispered at the back of her mind: Why? Why do they want it destroyed so badly? What is it that they wish to hide?
She shouldn¡¯t question it. She should follow the order.
But she didn¡¯t want to. She wanted to know what happened next. What made her superiors want to destroy this little booklet.
If she destroyed it just like this, the mystery would bother her for the rest of her life.
In the end, Nelaira decided to delay the execution of the command. She would read the diary till the end and then destroy it. It would make no difference if she knew of its contents. She would keep quiet and no one would know that she had read it till the end.
However, the command did forbid further translation, thus she had to explain to everyone the change. Their archaeologist should not continue to translate the diary and spread it around.
She chose to keep the order of destroying it a secret and instead told everyone that their superiors wanted to contain the spread of confidential information and didn¡¯t want the diary translated among the squad.
They were devastated. Especially Luki, who couldn¡¯t sleep at night not knowing what was inside that little booklet. (Imagine what scandalous stuff the big bosses wanted to hide!)
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I thought that someone was intentionally spreading false rumors, but Cammy confirmed that they were indeed the descendants of that man. But she claims that they are good people with good intentions that shouldn¡¯t be condemned due to the sins of their predecessors.
Father is seriously considering sending the young towards their blessed land. They said that they could teleport us there, without us being in any danger from the Tainted.
They are more afraid of Ink than the prospect of being ambushed by an undying monster. They seem to think that even a little contact with Ink would taint them and doom them to a miserable fate of turning into a Tainted. How did they survive all this while if they don¡¯t even know how to purify Ink?
We didn¡¯t separate on good terms. I was too mad that I had to stay behind. Too mad that she was leaving me behind.
The last remaining entry in the diary she had yet to translate was short and hastily written, which made it more difficult to identify the runes used to write it.
I can feel Cammy running frantically back to help us. Yet, I fear it is too late.
Episode 129 – A. O.
Previously:
While writing a letter to her fiance, Nelaira thinks about the events that led to her current predicament. She remembers how her squad of ten found a hidden entrance to a long staircase climbing through the mountain, first discovered by Zor Arite. There they find a green valley filled with wildlife and ruins of a village. Nelaira uses her day off to explore the ruins and finds a diary hidden inside a pillar. While picking herbs Luki finds a patch of land where a large quantity of ash is buried under the soil. He finds it suspicious but his comrades disagree. Nelaira stumbles onto a hidden cellar in the ruins of the village that contains food that is 16 years old. Nelaira gives their archaeologist the diary to translate. The writer of the diary is the village chief¡¯s son and he talks about his life. It seems the diary was written after the mage wars, which makes everyone wonder what destroyed the village if not the wars.
Nelaira wanted to investigate the possibility of survivors but her superiors ordered her to proceed towards the Valley of Eternal Snow. The diary speaks of outsiders that came to the village one day from a utopia without Ink. The outsiders were capable, beautiful people who were welcomed with opened hands by the natives. Both the writer of the diary and his sister set their sights on an outsider.
One day, Nelaira had been ordered by her superiors to stop translating the diary and to destroy it.
Episode 129 ¨C A. O.
The diary was returned to Nelaira¡¯s possession, and now she had to find a way to translate it without anyone finding out about it. She did study the subject of ancient runes in Muni so she could understand them somewhat. However, she doubted it would be enough to translate the diary.
Thus, she came up with a plan. She started to volunteer for night guard duty often, so she could translate the diary when everyone else was sleeping. And so she could secretly sneak a peek at the ancient rune dictionary carried by their archaeologist when he was asleep.
It took her considerably more time and effort to translate the remaining diary entries than it would have taken their archaeologist, but it helped that there wasn¡¯t much left of the diary to translate. After about a week worth of sleepless nights she was confident that her translation wasn¡¯t far off.
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When they offered to help us move into their blessed land, many villagers wanted to go, yet soon after, a rumor started spreading.The word on the street was that the outsiders were descendants of the madman that doomed us all.Now many villagers are vehemently opposed to leaving and are even proposing we kick them out of the village.
I thought that someone was intentionally spreading false rumors, but Cammy confirmed that the outsiders were indeed the descendants of that man. But she claims that they are good people with good intentions that shouldn¡¯t be condemned due to the sins of their predecessors.
I¡¯m worried that even Cammy can¡¯t see into their deepest, truest self. I fear that the apple doesn¡¯t fall far from the tree¡
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Cammy took her boyfriend to the Lands of Eternal Snow.
I feel happy for her, but also, kind of bitter. She used to only go there with me. I used to be the only one to admire her snow sculptures.
And now¡gods only know what the two are doing there¡ alone¡ together¡
Gods, I hope morphing snow is all they are doing¡
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The outsiders received new orders from their superiors. They split into two groups. My goddess, her man, and my sister¡¯s new boyfriend were ordered to move north towards the Valley of Eternal Snow, while the fourth one was ordered to help us move to their land.
They claim that they can teleport us there, without us being in any danger from the Tainted. I volunteered to come with the group going towards the Valley of Eternal Snow because I am familiar with the place.
They told me to stay close to them and avoid spreading my mind so as to not come into contact with Ink. What kind of instructions are those? If I don¡¯t spread my mind, I¡¯d be effectively blind to mana and magic.
Are they so afraid of Ink they¡¯d rather run around blind? Apparently so. They are more afraid of Ink than the prospect of being ambushed by an undying monster. They seem to think that even a little contact with Ink would taint them and doom them to a miserable fate of turning into a monster. How did they survive all this while if they don¡¯t even know how to purify Ink?
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Surprisingly, father didn¡¯t veto my decision to lead the outsiders through the Valley of Eternal Snow. Probably because even if I didn¡¯t volunteer, Cammy would have begged him to let her come.
Usually, he would vehemently refuse to let her go anywhere even remotely dangerous, but I suppose he felt assured that her new boyfriend would protect her from any potential harm. And also, the fact that Cammy could hear the trouble coming from a mile away surely helped with his final decision.
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I was supposed to go with Cammy and their group towards the Valley of Eternal Snow, but the other group expressed their desire to reunite with Cammy¡¯s group of outsiders after they finish teleporting us to their land. Apparently, not all of them were needed for the teleportation.
Some of them would have already left with the other group, but they had to supervise the transport.
Thus, instead of going along with Cammy¡¯s group, my departure would be delayed for several days until the other group was done with their business. Then I would lead them towards the Valley of Eternal Snow and reunite with Cammy.If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.
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Cammy left towards the Valley of Eternal Snow today.
I didn¡¯t see her off. I hate goodbyes, and we would see each other soon anyway.
Also, I didn¡¯t want her to notice what was bothering me.
I didn¡¯t want her to feel my irritation, annoyance that I had to stay behind.
It might be irrational and unfounded, but it felt as if¡ as if she was leaving me behind. As if my place in her life was taken by someone else. As if she had replaced me¡
* * *
Nelaira finally reached the last untranslated entry in the diary, still unsure of why her superiors wanted the diary destroyed. She doubted that perhaps purifying Ink had something to do with it. If there really was a way to purify Ink they wouldn¡¯t be so helpless against it nor would the forbidden zone be so¡ well¡ forbidden.
But how would her superiors even know that the diary spoke of such a thing? It had never been mentioned before in the translated entries she had sent their way.
Another possibility entered Nelaira¡¯s mind. Perhaps it was the lines about a madman who doomed them all? If these outsiders were indeed from the Lands under the Shield, then the mentioned madman would probably be Aegis Arite who had created the Shield of Aegis?
But why would they refer to him as such? Could it be that the portrayal of the history books that glorified him as their savior wasn¡¯t as accurate as everyone thought? Could it be that he could have saved much more people than he chose to save? Could it be that he intentionally left some to rot outside the Shield? Only saving those that chose to submit or those that were the closest to him?
It wouldn¡¯t be surprising if that was the case. After all, it¡¯s the victors that write history. It would explain why her superiors were afraid of writings left by the survivors. Any such writings could potentially reveal that they had been discarded by the Arites and left to die.
They certainly wouldn¡¯t be willing for their virtuous and saintly image to take such a serious blow.
Perhaps she was thinking too much into the matter. Perhaps she will never know the real reason behind it. There wasn¡¯t much left in the diary, and she doubted those last few words could explain the matter. After all, the last remaining untranslated entry in the diary was short and hastily written, which made it more difficult to identify the runes used to write it.
* * *
"They are burning down everything. Houses, people, books, parchments.Their superiors ordered them to wipe out our entire village, leaving not a single building standing, not a single person alive."
Nelaira stood under the full moon with a pale face and shaking hands, staring at the piece of paper with the translation of the last diary entry she had just finished.
This¡can¡¯t be!
Her grip onto the paper momentarily loosened and as if it was a moth attracted by the light, it floated towards the campfire.
Nelaira made a weak attempt at snatching it back that only ended up pushing it further towards the fire.
It took only an instant for the flames to devour it.
Leaving only ashes and small paper flakes behind.
Yellow and gray paper flakes.
"And for what? All because they wish to keep their citizens chained under their rule! Unaware that pure mana should be everyone¡¯s birthright! Unaware that Ink is not as deadly as they think!"
The last lines in the diary reverberated inside Nelaira¡¯s head like an endless chorus of buzzing bees.
"I can feel Cammy running back frantically.Yet, I fear it is too late."
Chills racked Nelaira¡¯s hunched up form as her mind connected all the clues.
She suddenly regretted her decision to postpone the execution of her orders. This knowledge wasn¡¯t something she could just ignore. It was something that flipped her world views upside down. Something that could easily endanger her life if anyone found out.
Yet, she couldn¡¯t think about her own predicament, for her mind was still captured by the final line of the writing.
"This might be the greatest calamity we have faced after the outbreak."
After the outbreak¡
Nelaira¡¯s heart pounded hard against her ribcage.
After¡Outbreak¡
A.O.!
The realization hit Nelaira like a hammer, leaving her gasping for breath.
These villagers¡! They measured time from the outbreak of Ink!
But the Ink¡!
The Ink appeared the same year the wars were halted!
A.O. was no different from their own A.W.
The year 1430 A.O. on the diary entries¡
¡was 16 years ago!
As she sat there, under the bright moonlight, covered in cold sweat, Nelaira was too absorbed in her horror to notice the moonlight reflecting on a monocle in her peripheral vision.
A moment of weakness she would eternally regret.
For had her vigilance not dropped that night, perhaps the fates of her squad and her would have been different.
* * *
Ashar, Thursday, 30th of August, 1449 A.W.
As Kiel waited for Elaru¡¯s practical exam to start and then finish, he attempted to replicate some of the spells in his book on spell replication, however, his mind was simply not in it.
No matter how he tried to concentrate, to not let his mind wander, it was a futile effort.
Sometimes he would think about the opponents he had faced, other times, he would think how mysterious and unfathomable the Replica Dungeon was.
Sometimes he would find his mind echoing with words of Zor Arite, other times, the words echoing inside his mind would be of Arion Urwin and Elaru Wayvin.
Sometimes, his body would shiver as if he could feel the excruciating pain of electricity coursing through his muscles, other times, a flash of Elaru¡¯s aura would make comfortable warmth spread through his limbs.
In the end, he stopped his studying and instead started meditating.
Slowly, his worries and thoughts faded away one by one.
He forgot about the pain of being burned and electrocuted, both of which he had experienced before. After all, he used to be Rhur¡¯s favorite practice dummy for his lightning magic.
He put his curiosity towards the Replica Dungeon, gods and divine artifacts to the back of his mind. He would have plenty of opportunities to investigate them in the future.
He stopped thinking about Zor Arite, for the life and death of that person had no relation to him.
In the end, all that was left occupying his thoughts was Elaru.
And she wouldn¡¯t go away.
It didn¡¯t help that she was sitting next to him for the majority of the time.
And when he finally rejoiced her leaving to take her practical exam, the girl was back before he could do anything about his problem.
¡°What the¡ ? Why are you back already? Did you remember your time slot wrongly?¡±
A single question blurted out incredulously, and the result was¡
¡°¡and then I just knocked them out easily.¡± Elaru finally finished her self-satisfied narration of how she passed her practical exam and turned to face Kiel¡¯s unamused deadpan expression.
It wasn¡¯t that he found her retelling boring, no, on the contrary, it was rather humorous. But he couldn¡¯t quite laugh when he compared it to his own 30 minutes of torture.
And also, the story had disturbing implications¡
¡°Why is it that you are familiar with a crew of pirates?¡± Kiel unceremoniously homed in on the issue Elaru glossed over, giving her a penetrating look.
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¡°Papa, Wade and I¡we¡¯ve spent last 18 years searching for something.¡±
¡°As for what I enjoy doing the most or hope to become in life¡I don¡¯t know.¡± She admitted. ¡°I¡¯ve never thought about the future. I¡¯ve always been concentrating on the present.¡±
¡°And you think you might be able to find what you are looking for here in Muni?¡± Kiel probed.
As soon as his thoughts entered that dangerous territory, Kiel shook his head and diverted his attention to another tangential thought: ¡°What about your mother? What happened to her?¡±
But then, why was it that Elaru seemed to revere her father if the man used her ability when he needed it and left her to other people to take care of when he didn¡¯t?
It really was a common occurrence in the noble families. Most of them married for benefits instead of love.
Episode 130 – Life Story
Previously:
Elaru meets up with Kiel after finishing her practical exam in which she subdued a familiar crew of ex-pirates.
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Elaru finally finished her self-satisfied narration of how she passed her practical exam and turned to face Kiel¡¯s unamused deadpan expression.
It wasn¡¯t that he found her retelling boring, no, on the contrary, it was rather humorous. But he couldn¡¯t quite laugh when he compared it to his own 30 minutes of torture.
And also, the story had disturbing implications¡
¡°Why is it that you are familiar with a crew of pirates?¡± Kiel unceremoniously homed in on the issue Elaru glossed over, giving her a penetrating look.
Episode 130 ¨C Life Story
¡°That¡ is an interesting question.¡± Elaru grinned. ¡°Would you believe me if I said that I ended up boarding a pirate ship by mistake when I was young?¡±
¡°Did you?¡± Kiel raised an eyebrow questioningly.
¡°Yes.¡± She responded with a straight face.
¡°Then yes, yes, I would,¡± Kiel responded with a face just as straight as hers.
Elaru was the first to discard the solemnity in favor of a chuckle. ¡°Only because you can tell I¡¯m not lying.¡±
¡°And because at this point, nothing about you would surprise me.¡± Kiel pointed out.
¡°And that.¡± Elaru grinned sheepishly.
Kiel sighed and rubbed his temples. Elaru was¡ a special kind of trouble maker. She didn¡¯t actively search for trouble, but one way or another ended up in it.
He had a nagging feeling that she¡¯d bring that trouble to his doorstep too. And the worst thing about it is that he had no idea what kind of trouble to expect. He was left in the dark with no idea about what she was up to; no idea of her background and goals.
Kiel sighed again, with a mix of frustration and helplessness. ¡°Do you ever intend to let me into your closed off little world?¡±
Silence descended, slicing the cheerful mood like a sharp knife. Almost palpable tension rose in the air.
Kiel stared at Elaru¡¯s poker face for a while, before he got tired of waiting for a response.
She wouldn¡¯t give him any.
He averted his gaze towards the fluffy white clouds above them pondering what to do.
Elaru just didn¡¯t like talking about herself. That secretive nature of hers would probably not change anytime soon.
She¡ might be a bit similar to him after all¡ at least in their tendency to keep people at bay.
At first glance, one would peg her as an extremely outgoing and sociable person. She was charismatic, friendly, amusing, and cheerful ¨C a person most people would enjoy befriending. Not only did she make people enjoy spending time with her, but she was also capable in many ways making her a powerful ally.
But when everything was said and done, did she truly have any close friends? Did she ever form any close ties, letting someone get truly close to her? To understand her?
She hid it quite well, but she was just as unwilling to let people get close to her as he was.
Elaru gave Kiel¡¯s impassive expression a side glance, and unbeknownst to him, a flash of sadness briefly touched her face.
¡°Papa, Wade and I¡we¡¯ve spent last 18 years searching for something.¡±
Kiel¡¯s head jerked towards Elaru so fast that it is a wonder how his neck didn¡¯t snap. He stared at her with wide eyes but didn¡¯t dare to even breathe too loudly let alone speak, afraid that anything he said or did would make her stop talking.
¡°We¡¯ve been to every corner of the Lands under the Shield, and when we failed to find it within the Shield, we resorted to going to the forbidden zone to continue the search.¡±
Elaru sighed softly. ¡°Whenever the search turned too dangerous to bring two snot nosed brats along, papa would leave us to one of our uncles and aunts, or later on, leave us to fend for ourselves as a part of our training.¡±
What kind of training would require two children to roam around alone, fending for themselves? Isn¡¯t training just an excuse? Kiel swallowed down the protest, not wanting to interrupt.
Elaru¡¯s eyes grew distant, looking towards the horizon. Her mental voice also became soft and airy. ¡°We¡¯ve spent a lot of time in Ashar and Malia, spending a few months here and there in D¡¯Arca and Zelaih, and the remainder was spent traveling all over.¡±
Her mouth morphed into a soft smile, directed to something Kiel couldn¡¯t see. ¡°I¡¯ve met so many people, learned and done so many different things. Even if I died right now, my life wouldn¡¯t have been a waste.¡±Contrary to her proud words, her smile held no mirth. Calling it sad, or perhaps melancholic, would be more appropriate.
¡°I¡¯m familiar with many different applications of magic and other magic related knowledge. But if you asked me what I specialize in¡¡± Elaru paused to think before responding. ¡°I guess¡ what I¡¯m best at is¡surviving.¡±This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.
She smiled softly as she looked at Kiel. ¡°I am great at stealth, combat, and detecting things, or rather, tracking things. I¡¯ve also spent considerable effort trying to gain a deeper level of understanding towards how magic works, thus I have significant abilities in enchanting, mystifying and magic breaking.¡±
She fell silent for a moment, but she didn¡¯t seem to be quite done, so Kiel held in all questions that were brewing inside his head.
¡°As for what I enjoy doing the most or hope to become in life¡I don¡¯t know.¡± She admitted. ¡°I¡¯ve never thought about the future. I¡¯ve always been concentrating on the present.¡±
Another pause gave her some time to reflect. ¡°I suppose what I love is being challenged. I like novelty. Exploring, adventuring, discovering new things¡¡± She mused. ¡°I suppose this way of life had become a bigger part of me than I thought.¡±
Kiel waited for a long while for her to continue.
She didn¡¯t.
Don¡¯t tell me she intends to leave me hanging with the most important question unanswered? Kiel fidgeted uncomfortably for a while, his usually great patience degrading rapidly.
Finally, he couldn¡¯t hold it in anymore: ¡°What are you guys looking for?¡±
For a moment, many complicated emotions flashed on Elaru¡¯s face. Kiel suspected she wouldn¡¯t answer, but after a moment of indecision she mused: ¡°A way to change fate.¡±
Kiel didn¡¯t believe in fate to begin with, so receiving such an answer would be inherently irritating; the fact that this answer shed no light on the matter only served to increase Kiel¡¯s frustration.
People could call anything as fate, having an arranged marriage, growing old, even crossing the street every day to buy bread could be called fate. It was as if she didn¡¯t answer at all.
Kiel couldn¡¯t stop the displeased frown from marring his face. ¡°What does that mean? What fate?¡±
Elaru gave him a sheepish smile. ¡°That¡¯s a secret.¡±
Another secret, huh? Well, he should be satisfied he managed to get her to reveal this much.
¡°However, I can tell you that I am specifically looking for knowledge related to gods, Aetherneal magic and the soul.¡± Elaru added.
Everyone is looking to know more about that. Kiel thought. Those topics had always been the greatest of mysteries that both the mages and the priests had been trying to solve for many millennia.
¡°And you think you might be able to find what you are looking for here in Muni?¡± Kiel probed.
¡°Perhaps,¡± Elaru whispered. ¡°Muni holds the largest web of knowledge in the entire Lands under the Shield. Currently, it¡¯s my best bet.¡±
Both of them fell silent, each absorbed in their own thoughts.
Kiel was once again the first one to break the silence. ¡°I¡¯m also interested in such knowledge. Specifically, the knowledge relating to the Aetherneal bond.¡± I can¡¯t believe I¡¯m saying this¡ ¡°I can help you in your search.¡±
Kiel couldn¡¯t remember the last time offering help didn¡¯t leave a sour taste in his mouth. Usually, he offered assistance to people simply to uphold his flawless image of a kind and helpful person.
Outside of pretending, he never had the urge to help anyone. He didn¡¯t care enough to help anyone.
But this time, helping out was something that would benefit him too, for the topic of the search actually interested him. And perhaps it was also¡
¡also because of Elaru.
Because he wanted to understand her better. Because he wanted to know her better?
As soon as his thoughts entered that dangerous territory, Kiel shook his head and diverted his attention to another tangential thought: ¡°What about your mother? What happened to her?¡±
¡°I think this is where I¡¯ll end my confession.¡± Elaru¡¯s melancholy evaporated, and through the mischievous glitter of her eyes, Kiel could tell that he wouldn¡¯t be getting anything else out of her today.
Which frustrated him to no end considering how many more questions he had to ask. This story of hers raised more questions than it answered, such as¡
How did her father manage to get them out of the Shield? The Arite family only allowed entry and exit to their Purgers and in rare cases, other noble families.
One could argue and say that they somehow managed to sneak out, taking advantage of the time when the part of the Shield was naturally lowered to let someone else out, but the Arite family had employed various advanced measures to ensure that doesn¡¯t happen. So how did they manage to get out?
The Purge would never let one of their men haul two children along, thus her father couldn¡¯t possibly be a Purger. Other noble families would also not offer two of their expensive spots to children.
Unless their presence was necessary? Perhaps they wished to use them for their Aetherneal gifts? Elaru¡¯s Aethernea would no doubt be priceless in exploring the forbidden zone.
If so, did Wade possess an Aethernea as well?
Was this why Elaru¡¯s father kept hauling the two along instead of leaving them somewhere to have a normal childhood? It sure sounded like she had plenty of relatives that could take care of her so that shouldn¡¯t have been an issue.
But then, why was it that Elaru seemed to revere her father if the man used her ability when he needed it and left her to other people to take care of when he didn¡¯t? If the man was as bad of a father as he sounded, using her for his own ambitions and not sparing the time to raise her properly, why would she respect him so? Why was she not like Kiel, detesting her own father?
Kiel¡¯s father was a very capable man, both as a mage and a politician, yet when he thought about him, what appeared in his mind first was irritation and anger, not respect and love. And compared to Elaru¡¯s father, his almost looked like a praise worthy fatherly figure.
Kiel was awakened from his thoughts by Elaru¡¯s unblinking, glittering eyes that simply dripped curiosity and expectancy out of their sockets. ¡°I¡¯m waiting for you to share your own life story now.¡± She pointed out.
Oh no¡
I have no intention to¡
No, no.
I¡¯m not¡
No!
Tsk! He could feel his resolve slowly cracking under her glittering eyes.
Fine¡ it¡¯s not like my life story is a secret¡ He grumbled internally. ¡°It¡¯s not much of a story. I bet you could find people in a similar situation as me in every noble family.¡±
Elaru returned him the favor he showed her by staying silent while he talked. ¡°My father and Rhur¡¯s mother were victims of a political marriage. They never had much affection for each other and produced an heir just out of obligation.¡±
It was a common occurrence in the noble families. Most of them married for benefits instead of love. In fact, those that actually refused to marry whom their family assigned them to and instead married a person they loved were ostracized by the nobles. They were viewed as traitors who had turned their backs on the family that raised them.
Of course, there were families where such things weren¡¯t viewed so negatively, namely the Thayn and Arten families, which didn¡¯t chase political power or monetary gain to begin with, so they left their members a bit more freedom about who to wed.
However, no noble wanted to live like the Thayn and Arten families, a frugal life barely any different from the commoners. And as such, both political marriages and cheating on their spouses were the norm in the noble circles.
Still, while it was common, mistresses and bastard children were still looked upon with scorn, so no one would usually talk about being one. It was a sensitive topic.
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¡°To keep us safe from all the political problems, insidious plots, and a stigma of being a mistress and a bastard child, my father kept our existence a secret as long as he could.¡±
¡°Father brought me to the Rroda mansion where I was¡¡± Kiel paused, trying to find a good word to describe it with. In the end, he settled for: ¡°¡ educated.¡±
¡°I¡¯m a bastard child too, you know.¡± Elaru added nonchalantly.
¡°Let me guess, your mother¡¯s family didn¡¯t approve of your father?¡±
Ready or not, the very last entrance exam was before them. In a few hours they¡¯d either walk away in defeat or move into Muni dorms.
Episode 131 – Past and the Future
Previously:
Elaru meets up with Kiel after finishing her practical exam in which she subdued a familiar crew of ex-pirates. Kiel asks her about her background and this time Elaru does respond. She reveals that her father and her had spent the last 18 years searching for something. She says that she is specifically interested in topics concerning the gods, the soul and Aetherneal magic. Kiel offers to help her search for he is interested in information about Aetherneal bond. Kiel reveals that his father and Rhur¡¯s mother have no affection for each other.
Episode 131 ¨C Past and the Future
¡°My father accidentally met my mother, who was merely a commoner and a non-mage to boot, and somehow, they fell in love.¡± Kiel¡¯s face contorted, as if he had swallowed something sour. ¡°Opposites attract and all that nonsense¡ anyway, my mother got pregnant and miraculously survived giving birth to me.¡±
It took a while for Kiel to get the vile taste of love off his tongue before continuing. ¡°To keep us safe from all the political problems, insidious plots, and a stigma of being a mistress and a bastard child, my father kept our existence a secret as long as he could.¡±
¡°I lived a normal life of a normal child in a normal house in Ashar until it burned down.¡± Kiel spoke as if he was talking about the weather.
¡°My mother, whose body had always been frail due to her mana deficiency, didn¡¯t survive the ordeal. With a lack of a mother, and any form of maternal relatives, my father didn¡¯t have anyone else to leave me with and thus my existence was revealed to the Rroda family.¡± Kiel tried to hide the scowl threatening to emerge.
¡°It was a matter of time anyway. After all, I have the unique hair and eye color of a Rroda. Thus, although it pained grandfather greatly, he had no choice but to bestow Rroda for my last name.¡± His scowl turned into a mocking sneer. ¡°Well, it was either that or to make me disappear forever. The thought crossed his mind, I¡¯m sure.¡±
A frown and a sneer battled for dominance on Kiel¡¯s face. ¡°Father brought me to the Rroda mansion where I was¡¡± Kiel paused, trying to find a good word to describe it with. In the end, he settled for: ¡°¡ educated.¡± But judging by the tone of his voice, ¡®torture¡¯ might have been a more appropriate word.
The sneer won and practically radiated off Kiel¡¯s voice as he spoke: ¡°To the horror of my grandfather, it turned out I was a non-mage like my mother. It also turned out that I and Rhur get along as well as the fire gets along with water. Thus, at the end, they dumped me at Beyd as soon as I was old enough to take care of myself.¡±
Kiel¡¯s expression subconsciously returned to a neutral mask, yet not even his reflexive repression of emotion could hide the true feelings from bleeding into his voice as he spat out: ¡°There you have it. Not nearly as interesting as your life story.¡±
Elaru seemed to have picked up that there was more to the story from the way Kiel got agitated just by remembering it, thus she refrained from asking any questions. She stayed silent in thought for several seconds before speaking up in her melodic, pleasant voice: ¡°Being a bastard child isn¡¯t something you should necessarily be ashamed of. Your parents literally loved you into being. That¡¯s something to be proud of if you ask me. Even if it was out of wedlock.¡±
Love, huh? Kiel wasn¡¯t quite sure he believed in such a thing. His father was certainly not a loving person. He would be more inclined to believe that the whole affair was his father¡¯s infatuation with something exotic coupled with a good dose of lust.
And even if it truly was love, there was no way to prove it nor would anyone care about it. How can he walk with his head held high knowing that he was an illegitimate child? That his father cheated on his wife with a mistress? Most people would see him as a mistake. Something that shouldn¡¯t have happened. A disgrace.
They would think that the Rroda family was very generous for admitting him into the family and allowing him to take on their family name. That he is indebted to them for raising him and giving him his current social status.
Yet, no one would ever know that he hadn¡¯t had a single day of true happiness since the moment his mother died. Everything after was just a long nightmare with brief moments of sunlight passing through the shroud of darkness.
¡°I think you are better off than those that were sired out of obligation. An environment without love is bad for children raising. Just look at your brother.¡± Elaru winked at Kiel.
Feeling her warm aura and seeing her cute mannerisms, Kiel couldn¡¯t help but let out a husky chuckle: ¡°You almost sound like you pity him. There is nothing about him to be pitied. He is the future heir of the Rroda family that has always had everything he ever wanted.¡±
¡°I doubt that¡¯s truly the case¡¡± Elaru murmured, her teal eyes staring far into the distance as if she could see Rhur somewhere far away. ¡°These things can be quite difficult to discern from the surface. Perhaps he is even more miserable than you.¡±
Kiel¡¯s eyebrow twitched in annoyance. Never mind her calling him miserable, he was learning to tolerate her frankness, but¡ was she actually¡ defending Rhur? ¡°You are thinking too much. He is quite happy with his life. Very self-satisfied. He believes himself to be standing on top of the world.¡±If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.
¡°Yeah, but did you know?¡± Elaru smiled a smile too sad to be called a such. ¡°The view from the top is very lonely.¡±
¡°I can¡¯t believe you are taking his side! I warned you this would happen. People around him always end up getting manipulated into liking him!¡± A ball of flames lit up inside Kiel¡¯s chest, searing and burning, threating to devour him whole.
Elaru shook her head gently. ¡°I am not taking his side. As a fellow bastard, I¡¯m just pointing out that the meadow isn¡¯t necessarily greener on the other side.¡±
And, just like that, a tepid stream doused the flames that burned inside his chest, spreading comforting warmth through Kiel¡¯s limbs. He looked at her with unconcealed surprise. ¡°Your parents aren¡¯t married either?¡±
¡°They wanted to marry, of course, but¡ eh¡ outside interference didn¡¯t let that happen.¡± Elaru shrugged, oddly nonchalant about it.
¡°Let me guess, your mother¡¯s family didn¡¯t approve of your father?¡± Kiel figured that since Elaru spent her childhood with her father, it was probably the party with the lower social status.
¡°Uh¡ no, that wasn¡¯t quite what happened.¡± Elaru scratched her head awkwardly.
Kiel motioned for her to continue, his eyebrow raised in interest.
Elaru sighed. ¡°My birth is¡ a complicated topic I¡¯d rather not discuss.¡±
Seeing Kiel¡¯s face turning black, she added hastily: ¡°It a very well kept secret that I¡¯m not supposed to share.¡±
¡°Surprise, surprise.¡± Kiel grumbled. ¡°It¡¯s not like I would go around telling people about your matters¡¡±
¡°You know that some families would rather kill off their bastard children than let them grow up. My situation is like that. If they find out about my existence, that would turn my life even more¡ uh¡ life threatening.¡± Elaru looked truly apologetic about the matter but her eyes were resolute. She wasn¡¯t even considering telling him about it.
Kiel¡¯s eyes narrowed. Only those who had something significant to lose would consider killing off their bastard children. Elaru had once told him that she wasn¡¯t a part of a noble family. However, that didn¡¯t mean that she didn¡¯t have noble blood running through her veins. She could very well be a bastard of a noble family.
That would explain why she was so beautiful, talented and an Aethernea wielder to boot.
¡°So you do have noble blood running through your veins.¡±
¡°Everyone born in the Lands under the Shield has noble blood running through their veins. After all, everyone is a descendant of the 14 noble families that established the Lands under the Shield.¡± Elaru rolled her eyes at his obvious attempt to wiggle out her confession.
¡°Yeah, but something tells me that your noble heritage is a bit closer to the present.¡±
Elaru refused to comment on it.
In an obvious attempt to change the topic, she spoke up: ¡°You forgot to share your aspirations. What will you study in Muni specifically?¡±
Kiel gave her a knowing look, I-see-what-you-did-there was written all over his face. Elaru turned her head away in an attempt to feign ignorance.
After a moment of silence, Kiel sighed and decided to let the topic go. He should be happy she shared this much with him today. He shouldn¡¯t press for more. After all, the two of them were still not close enough to share important secrets with each other.
The only reason why he mentioned his own life story was because it wasn¡¯t much of a secret. A quick investigation or a D.I. report would tell her as much.
And besides, now that her noble lineage was all but confirmed, there weren¡¯t many possibilities for the origin of her noble blood. After all, excluding Arites, there existed only seven elibu noble families and Elaru had to be related to one of them.
Probably either an Etezza or a Reysic. The girl had stealth abilities that could even put legitimate Etezzas to shame. And considering that her father sounded like a treasure hunter, it was quite likely that he had some relation to the noble family of treasure hunters. They were practically the only family granted special treatment by the Arites in allowing them entry to the forbidden zone.
Noticing that Kiel had gotten lost in thought, Elaru pouted and poked him on the cheek.
Kiel reflexively glared at her and slapped her hand away. His glare melted soon enough when he saw her adorable pout and drooping ears. He shook his head and tried to conceal the upward curl of his lips. Kiel averted his eyes from Elaru towards the clear blue sky.
¡°When I was little I wanted to be a Purger or a Peacekeeper. As I got older I even had a phase where I wanted to be a Warlock. But¡ as a non-mage, I could become none of the things.¡± Kiel paused. Why was he even sharing so much with this little vixen? Would she laugh at him? Every little boy dreamed of being those things. She would definitely point that out.
Or not? He gave her a sneak glance from the corner of his eyes, but her facial expression revealed no ridicule or laughter just interest.
Encouraged by her sudden civility he continued: ¡°I set my sights on Muni, trying my best to learn everything I could, hoping that perhaps I might become good enough to enroll. If I managed to enroll in Muni, even as a non-mage, I could also become someone. There are no better credentials than being a graduate of Muni.¡±
Kiel sighed exasperatedly. ¡°But as you know, I failed the exam last year¡¡±
He paused to calm down his bitter feelings about the whole matter. After failing, he was quite depressed for a while. Not that he would admit that to anyone.
¡°Then I figured there still might be a way for me to reach the top. I still might be able to become a high ranked quest seeker.
The world of quest seekers is a place where no one asks for your background or schooling. It¡¯s where you speak and earn credentials with your actions. There are no tests to pass, no people to impress, no one to bar my path because of my lack of mana. There are strict and unchangeable promotion rules and all that is looked at are your quest results.
I might not be able to become a Warlock through this path. But there are often Peacekeeper missions posted in the quest lodge, so I could perhaps become a Peacekeeper in the future. And if I reach the top, the credentials of being a top quest seeker might be enough for me to be accepted into the Purge.¡±
Kiel¡¯s face turned cold. ¡°But my father and grandfather thought that as a Rroda I should be managing quest seekers, not being one. That would be quite unbefitting of my status. Father intended for my aunt to bring me into the business of managing the quest lodge.¡±
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He should pay the Rroda mansion a visit as soon as the enrollment procedure is done.
What courses should he choose in Muni? What path should he pursue?
Researching gods, Aetherneal magic and artifacts also sounded like a fascinating topic. Unfortunately, he couldn¡¯t find much on that topic in the books that had been available to him, so he was a complete novice to the field. But perhaps if he widened his knowledge about it in Muni he would be able to tell with certainty if it was the subject he wanted to pursue with the remainder of his life.
For the first time ever, he actually felt¡comfortable in a presence of another person his age. Not just that, Elaru was really pleasing to the eye when she was agreeable.
There were not many who applied for the special exam, thus the remaining examinees would only appear here in the afternoon when the entrance exam results would be posted.
Episode 132 – Change
Previously:
Elaru meets up with Kiel after finishing her practical exam in which she subdued a familiar crew of ex-pirates. Kiel asks her about her background and this time Elaru does respond. She reveals that her father and her had spent the last 18 years searching for something. She says that she is specifically interested in topics concerning the gods, the soul and Aetherneal magic. Kiel offers to help her search for he is interested in information about Aetherneal bond. Kiel reveals his past to Elaru.
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¡°And if I reach the top, the credentials of being a top quest seeker might be enough for me to be accepted into the Purge.¡±
Kiel¡¯s face turned cold. ¡°But my father and grandfather thought that as a Rroda I should be managing quest seekers, not being one. That would be quite unbefitting of my status. Father intended for my aunt to bring me into the business of managing the quest lodge.¡±
Episode 132 ¨C Change
Kiel¡¯s face scrunched up. ¡°Naturally, I refused. I don¡¯t want to spend my life pent up in an office reading about adventures and achievements of other people.¡±
Elaru nodded her head in complete understanding. Such a life would be rather miserable. At least on this point, they could wholeheartedly agree with each other.
¡°Father thought that after a few days of doing manual labor I would learn my lesson so he had them issue me the lowest quest seeker rank in the Beyd¡¯s quest lodge.¡± Kiel snorted. ¡°I bet he is currently waiting for me to send him a letter begging him to let me come to Ashar and work in quest lodge administration.¡±
Elaru grinned wide, showing her pearly white teeth. ¡°I¡¯d love to see his face when you show up wearing a Muni student uniform.¡±
Kiel¡¯s mouth couldn¡¯t help but twitch upwards at the thought. The facial expression of his grandfather would be even more amusing. He should pay the Rroda mansion a visit as soon as the enrollment procedure is done. After all, he should pick up his luggage that should have already arrived at the mainhouse several days ago.
Saturday. He concluded. I¡¯d pay them a visit on Saturday.
¡°What about now? Now that you are no longer a non-mage, I mean. What do you intend to do with your new abundance of mana?¡± Elaru¡¯s curious voice interrupted his thoughts.
Kiel paused. He hadn¡¯t thought about it. It had been less than a week since he stopped being a non-mage. And since then Muni exams had occupied all his thoughts.
Only now that he was certain he would pass did he stop to think about the future.
What courses should he choose in Muni? What path should he pursue?
While watching arena matches and fighting was something Kiel enjoyed, he doubted that a life consisting of nothing but combat would sit well with him. He wanted to have some kind of purpose, a sense of achievement. He wanted to contribute something meaningful, to become a person people would respect and remember. He didn¡¯t pursue power for the sake of power. To him battling prowess was just a means to an end. Therefore, he could cross off becoming a Warlock and fighting for the sake of entertainment.
Catching criminals no longer interested him as much as when his heart was still pure and filled with thoughts of justice, which it hadn¡¯t been since his mother died. But solving mystery murder cases, while not impacting the magic society on a large scale, was still a meaningful contribution. Besides, the process involved in the matter might be quite exhilarating, so he shouldn¡¯t hastily write off the possibility of becoming a Peacekeeper.
The only problem with becoming a Peacekeeper was that nobles usually didn¡¯t respect and appreciate Peacekeepers. They saw them as servants of the people, with no poise, social status or money. Not much different from how they viewed quest seekers or priests. And thus, his grandfather and father wouldn¡¯t really like the idea of him becoming a Peacekeeper.
As for becoming a Purger? The thought of exploring an uncharted land and looking for lost treasure did make his heart beat faster. Who wouldn¡¯t be interested in doing that?
But becoming a Purger was extraordinarily difficult with an exceedingly small number of elites managing to make it into the ranks of the Purge. And even if one made it in, that wouldn¡¯t mean they would automatically become treasure hunters. The vast majority of Purgers didn¡¯t explore the forbidden zone, but rather, looked for the Tainted in the vicinity of the Shield for the purpose of purging the Ink.
Their method of purging consisted of getting rid of everything that had been tainted. Luckily, the Ink could only taint living things, so even if it seeped into the land, without living things to taint, it would eventually disappear. Or at least, that¡¯s what the experts on Ink claimed. Though none of them had actually seen it disappear, supposedly it took a very long time for it to dissipate.
Other than joining the ranks of the Purge, he could become a researcher of Aetherneal magic, divine artifacts, and gods. It sounded like a fascinating topic, and if he became a prominent figure in the field, all noble families would be fighting to let him join their exploratory expeditions into the forbidden zone.
Unfortunately, he couldn¡¯t find much on that topic in the books that had been available to him, so he was a complete novice to the field. But perhaps if he widened his knowledge about it in Muni he would be able to tell with certainty if it was the subject he wanted to pursue with the remainder of his life.Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author.
¡°I don¡¯t know. I¡¯ll just pick courses that interest me.¡± Kiel concluded. He¡¯d probably pick a colorful mix of courses in his first semester to find out what he truly likes. And spend a large amount of time in the library investigating Aetherneal magic. He did tell Elaru he¡¯d help her look for whatever she was searching for.
And maybe, just maybe, his future mentor would be able to help him in figuring out what path was the right one for him to pursue.
Kiel shared a look with Elaru and a smirk couldn¡¯t help but twitch into existence on their faces. Neither of them knew what courses to sign up for. What would other people say if they knew that the geniuses in their eyes were even more lost about their own future than regular people?
Neither of the two continued to speak, but the silence wasn¡¯t awkward. On the contrary, it was tranquil and comfortable.
When she isn¡¯t causing trouble, Elaru isn¡¯t a bad person to be around at all, Kiel thought. For the first time ever, he actually felt comfortable in a presence of another person his age.
Not just that, Elaru was really pleasing to the eye when she was agreeable, not causing trouble. That radiant smile that could topple cities, those deep eyes that reflected the entire universe, and that warm, comforting and uplifting aura that left soft air kisses on one¡¯s skin. It was quite remarkable if one thought about it, her presence alone could calm the mind and elevate the mood.
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? Friday, 31st of August, 1449 A.W. ?
(Tomorrow)
That Friday morning proceeded strangely identical as the morning before. The only difference being that there was no crowd gathered in front of Muni. There were not many who applied for the special exam, thus the remaining examinees would only appear here in the afternoon when the entrance exam results would be posted.
As Kiel and Elaru flew over the heads of everyone, invisible as always, Kiel paid attention to the people going in the same direction as them. Chances were high that these people would be their future classmates.
The most attention drawing among the students was a female duo of Arites ¨C Kiel could tell they were Arites due to their eye and hair colors. But even if he was color blind, he wouldn¡¯t be able to miss their origin. Their beauty alone was enough to draw attention wherever they went, coupled with their demeanor and powerful auras they left a long-lasting impression.
Kiel glanced towards Elaru briefly, whose long ponytail flapped behind them like a flag or rather, a long red ribbon, glittering in the bright sunlight. Her bright teal eyes with golden lights looked soul stirring as they surveyed the surroundings with expectation. They would be moving into the dorms this afternoon, making this place their home for the next three years. And since Elaru never had a home, the feeling must have been new and exciting to her.
When Kiel¡¯s gaze returned to the two Arite girls, suddenly they didn¡¯t look nearly as exceptional as before. A comparison could really drive people mad. He should stop comparing girls to Elaru, it was unfair towards them.
Other than the two Arite girls, there were several other people that caught Kiel¡¯s attention such as a strange looking guy wearing rainbow-colored clothes and hair highlights, with a lollipop in his mouth, and a handsome dark haired elibu with teal eyes that reminded Kiel of Elaru¡¯s own teal orbs.
Kiel looked back towards Elaru again, who was gently hugging his arm like she always did when they flew under the invisibility barrier. For some reason, it was easier for her to control their acceleration and the entire dome of spells if their arms were linked. He had attempted questioning her on this matter several times but she always avoided answering.
Still, since she never took advantage of this physical contact in any way, this form of skin ship had stopped bothering Kiel. In fact, it was far from bothering him. Other than when she poked him, he didn¡¯t dislike her touch.
Her skin was smoother than silk and softer than cotton. When her warm arms were wrapped around his, they put a very comfortable pressure on it. Her puffy sleeves, the texture of which reminded him of spidersilk, occasionally tickled his skin so lightly it might as well have been a soft breeze. And sometimes, when she hugged his arm tighter, her soft chest would cushion his arm in an enticing embrace.
Of course, he didn¡¯t have any inappropriate thoughts about it. He just found it rather comfortable. Warm and soft. Just like he felt when a soft, furry creature rubbed itself on him. He¡¯d rather die than admit it but he quite liked soft, fluffy creatures.
The mentioned creature landed and dispelled the barriers once the two entered inside Muni where Rroda men couldn¡¯t reach them. Kiel¡¯s heart twitched uncomfortably when the warm pressure lifted from his arm. It was that same feeling as when he forced himself to stop petting a lunar, least people laughed at him, and then instantly missed the feeling of the silky fur.
Kiel¡¯s eyebrow twitched and his mouth curled upwards. Elaru, with silky hair, large eyes and long animated ears, really reminded him of a pet lunar sometimes. She was also both playful, cunning and graceful, just like a lunar. Perhaps he should just think of her as such.
Kiel caught himself before his hand could involuntarily rub her head.
Maybe thinking of her as a fluffy creature wasn¡¯t such a good idea after all.
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Elaru¡¯s and Kiel¡¯s special exam was scheduled to take place in Sapphire Quarters, which wasn¡¯t a surprise, for the building housed classrooms and laboratories for activities closely related to the Theory of Magic, such as enchanting, inscribing, spell breaking, spell replicating, and the like.
The practitioners of such professions had to have a deep understanding of Theory of Magic thus they had much in common, even if the end result of their work wasn¡¯t the same. It was like how herbalists and alchemists both needed to have a deep knowledge of herbs and their medicinal properties. Though they did different things with the knowledge, it was still the basis of their profession.
Thus, their two exams were scheduled to take place in the same building. They were even coincidentally scheduled for the exact same time slot. Hence, the duo made their way towards the building, which as its name suggested, was made out of blue stone.
Unlike how the building was filled with examinees in the previous days, today it was almost completely empty. Even the main hall with its tables and chairs was vacant and silent.
The only person they could see at first glance was a guy who was pushing a cart filled with artifacts towards the elevator.
Kiel rejoiced at the feeling of privacy, a soft smile almost sneaking onto his face. Fewer people there were, the more relaxed he felt.
Unfortunately, the lack of people also made Elaru more unbridled.
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Kiel¡¯s heart almost jumped out of his chest and he barely avoided choking on his own saliva.
Low blow!! You are too despicable!!
How good would it feel if one day she would look at him like that for real?
He should be a law abiding, perfectly cultured¡ ah, forget it¡ that perfectly mannered person was never him, to begin with.
As he saw it, in the future his fangirls might just camp near this infernal device waiting for him to use it so that they have an excuse for ¡°accidentally¡± jumping into his arms.
Episode 133 – Start of the Special Exam
Previously:
It¡¯s Friday, the last day of Muni entrance exams. It is time for the last exam of the day ¨C Special exam. Kiel and Elaru make their way towards Sapphire Quarters where the special exams will take place.
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¡°And if I reach the top, the credentials of being a top quest seeker might be enough for me to be accepted into the Purge.¡±
Kiel¡¯s face turned cold. ¡°But my father and grandfather thought that as a Rroda I should be managing quest seekers, not being one. That would be quite unbefitting of my status. Father intended for my aunt to bring me into the business of managing the quest lodge.¡±
Episode 133 ¨C Start of the Special Exam
Kiel felt a soft tug on his arm towards the direction of the elevator. ¡°Look. That guy is going to the fourth floor too. Maybe those artifacts he is moving will be in your spell replicating exam?¡±
¡°Mmhmm¡¡± Kiel murmured his husky confirmation but made no steps towards the elevator.
¡°Don¡¯t tell me you are afraid of elevators?¡± Redhead¡¯s long eyelashes fluttered in confusion, giving her soulmate an inquisitive look.
¡°Of course not.¡± Kiel snapped irritably. As if he would be afraid of such a thing. It¡¯s not like it would burn him if he used it. He couldn¡¯t even fall to his death due to his ability to fly. What was there to be afraid of?
Other people might feel intimidated by the novelty of such a modern device and be afraid of making a fool out of themselves, but that was them, not him. He just felt that as a capable argel mage, using a device made for elibu would be a blatant squandering of mana crystals used to power the elevator.
And also, flying by his own magic gave him more sense of control and security.
Her large teal orbs inspected Kiel¡¯s face curiously. ¡°I see.¡±
Strangely enough, she showed no signs of teasing as she asked: ¡°Then, have you ever used one before?¡±
Kiel swallowed down a reflexive retort of ¡°Naturally.¡± And instead gave her a condescending, as-if-a-person-of-my-status-would-be-ignorant-of-such-a-thing look.
Instead of giving him a smug smirk and calling him out on his lie, she chose to play along.
Her face bloomed into a stunning smile that caused Kiel to reflexively shield his eyes from the eye-poking brilliance. Her ponytail swayed left and right excitedly, as if it was a wagging tail of a cute furry creature, tempting one to touch it. Her long ears perked up as if she was a little mischievous vulpy and her already large eyes widened even further, directing their warm gaze towards Kiel.
¡°Awesome! Then, let¡¯s use it together!¡±
Her melodic, warm voice got stuck inside Kiel¡¯s ear like a catchy tune. His heart almost jumped out of his chest and he barely avoided choking on his own gulp.
Why are you looking at me like I am a cute little puppy?!
Worst still, how come that look had a strange empowering effect on the target of the gaze? Making one feel important and capable.
You¡you..!
Seeing those large eyes that practically sang ¡°cute~ like~ happy~¡±, combined with her warm aura as the background music, Kiel¡¯s curses got stuck inside his throat. Instead, a soft pink tinge spread over his cheeks.
Low blow!! You are too despicable!!
It was one thing if Elaru acted insufferable, teasing him and provoking him. But that warm loving brightness¡ how could he metaphorically hit a smiling soulmate??
That bright smile made him feel awfully helpless. And he hated feeling helpless the most.
But¡even so¡even so¡
Why was it that he couldn¡¯t muster up any hate for that look of hers?
In fact, having such comfortable feelings directed towards him felt very¡ nice?
Kiel shook his head wildly, trying to forget that he just thought such an embarrassing thing. Thankfully, it wasn¡¯t hard to forget about it, Elaru¡¯s long fluttering eyelashes were distracting enough on their own.
Fine¡ Kiel sighed with bitter resignation. Acting like an ass for such a petty reason as taking an elevator would leave a bad taste in his mouth. He should be magnanimous just this once. He is in no way a good person, but he isn¡¯t a whiny ass either.
Arguing over such a thing was pointless. Elevators were there to be used. It¡¯s not like they were doing something scandalous. And even if they were doing something outrageous, there was no one here to catch them doing it anyway¡
No one to catch them in the act? Kiel¡¯s mouth curled upwards. That sounded like something Elaru would say! Since when did he start thinking like her?
He should be a law abiding, mild tempered, perfectly cultured¡ ah, forget it¡ that flawless person was never him to begin with. Kiel chuckled wryly as the two made their way towards the circular platform.
The large platform was separated into eight different areas whose shapes resembled pie slices. Kiel might have never used an elevator powered by gravity altering arcane magic, but the usage was so simple it didn¡¯t require previous instruction. To use the elevator, one had to step into the pie slice marked with the floor number they wanted to reach.Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.
As Kiel¡¯s exam was taking place on the fourth floor, the duo stepped onto the pie slice with four glowing circles representing the fourth floor.
Before their feet could even touch the ground of their chosen pie slice, they were already pushed into the air, as if their bodies and the ground were mutually repelling magnets.
They flew up, their arms linked, yet instead of feeling like they were flying, the feeling was closer to falling. The particles of air were also pushed upwards so the wind blew from under their feet, lifting their hair and clothes up.
Kiel was glad that his shirt was skin tight, otherwise, he¡¯d end up showing his stomach to potential passersby like Elaru was currently doing.
And boy was that view hard to look away from. Kiel¡¯s eyebrow twitched and he reflexively looked left and right to check if anyone was watching.
Luckily, the Sapphire Quarters were empty today so there was no one to enjoy the view. Nevertheless, he nonchalantly grabbed the back hem of her shirt and pulled it back down, all the while pretending that he was looking somewhere else.
Good thing she wasn¡¯t wearing a skirt¡
Just as the thought whizzed by, their rapid ascension slowed down and gradually came to a stop. They were hovering in the air in front of the fourth floor and would remain hovering there until they stepped out of the elevator shaft onto the solid ground of the fourth floor.
Kiel wasted no time in jumping back on solid ground. If he didn¡¯t get out of the elevator shaft quickly, there might be other people coming up or down which would cause a collision.
The area of each ¡°pie slice¡± was enough for at least 10 people to fit without standing too close to each other, so it was unlikely that a collision would happen. More so because both the descent and the ascent would be slowed down considerably, giving users ample time to shift aside and avoid the collision.
And even if a collision did happen, with the slow speed, there was no way anyone would get hurt by it. However, getting hurt wasn¡¯t what Kiel was worried about. As he saw it, in the future his fangirls might camp near this infernal device waiting for him to use it so that they have an excuse for ¡°accidentally¡± jumping into his arms.
He should avoid the device in a wide arc in the future. Luckily, he could fly, unlike the unlucky elibu noblemen who have no choice but to either take the stairs or risk getting taken advantage of. Tsk, tsk, what a miserable fate. Kiel shook his head.
When the two stepped out of the elevator shaft, the man who had used the elevator before them had just disappeared behind door S403.
Elaru might have been right with her conjecture, for that was exactly the room number where Kiel¡¯s special exam was supposed to take place.
The duo stopped in front of the classroom and turned towards the railing to look into the main hall. High up on the wall opposite of the entrance to the building, hung a large clock.
¡°It¡¯s starting soon.¡± Kiel decided to state the obvious instead of saying words of goodbye.
Elaru didn¡¯t respond vocally. She just extended her hand towards him in a pose that had already become familiar to Kiel.
He accepted her intentions and performed her cool little combination of fist bumps and high fives with practiced ease.
Elaru grinned and stared into Kiel¡¯s icy blue eyes with almost enough fervor to burn holes into them. Before Kiel could send her an inquisitive look, she sent him a look of her own.
Or rather, she sent him the memory of the look she just took, a look into the room in front of them as she saw it with her Aethernea of Sight.
She was showing him how the enchantments inside the room looked like, in case any of them came up in his exam.
And then, before Kiel could recover from the shock, she scurried towards the elevator. An encouraging smile that could melt the Lands of Eternal Snow, and poof, she disappeared inside the elevator shaft.
Kiel stood there dazed for several minutes, trying to recall all the details of what he had just seen before he realized that he would be late if he didn¡¯t enter the room right about now.
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In the first classroom of the empty sixth floor, Elaru stared incredulously at the three old men that were sitting behind the teacher¡¯s desk.
Each one of them looked dignified and neat, with an air of an esteemed expert. They wore sophisticated white and purple professor uniforms that, unlike their skin, didn¡¯t have a single wrinkle on them. Their thinning, white, silky (facial) hair was as straight as a waterfall, no doubt carefully combed several times each day.
The old man on the left stroked his thin mustache that fell down the sides of his mouth. The white silky mustache was so long that it reached his waist.
The old man on the right stroked his white neat eyebrows, which extended from the outer corners to droop down the sides of his face, and then, also reached his waist.
The man in the middle, didn¡¯t stroke his mustache or eyebrows. Instead, he was..
¡
¡
...stroking his long white beard¡ that fell down his chest like a curtain of silk until (surprise, surprise) it reached his waist as well.
Elaru¡¯s lips pressed tightly together, trying hard to keep her thoughts from vocalizing:
Are you guys competing on who can grow longer facial hair???
If it weren¡¯t for their obviously very different facial features, judging by their similar demeanors, Elaru would have thought that the three grandpas were brothers.
Upon closer inspection, it wasn¡¯t just that the Mustache, Eyebrows, and Beard were competing in grooming their facial hair. They also seemed to be competing on who could put up a more convincing air of an old and wise expert.
The realization made Elaru shudder with repressed laughter.
Fortunately, the three seemed to think she was shuddering due to fear and awe caused by their magnificent presence, so they nodded their heads in satisfaction.
¡°Child, come closer.¡± They beckoned her in their deep, wise voices.
The redhead stepped closer whose tightly pressed lips were still fighting hard not to let a chuckle escape them.
¡°Young one, you think you have what it takes to become a spell breaker?¡± Moustache gave Elaru a penetrating look as if he was trying to see right through her.
Naturally, Elaru could come up with plenty of witty responses, however, she had no choice but to stay silent, lest she burst out into uncontrollable laughter.
¡°Many dream of becoming esteemed spell breakers. Alas¡¡± Eyebrows let out a heavy sigh as if lamenting the cruelty of fate.
Finally, after successfully stifling her laughter, all that Elaru could do was just to stare at the trio speechlessly. Must you guys be so dramatic¡?
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Elaru¡¯s mouth twitched. How many times did you guys reverse this performance to get it so synchronized? Be honest, did you wait decades for someone to apply for this exam so you can finally put your practice into good use?
¡°Are you aware of the difference between the practical exam and the special exam?¡±
The longer the hunchbacked grandma spoke, the stiffer Kiel¡¯s muscles became. Her unfocused milky gray eyes made Kiel¡¯s blood run cold.
As if to crush the last shreds of hope remaining inside Kiel, the grandma clarified her words further: ¡°What we are testing in this special exam isn¡¯t your ability to perform spell replication.¡±
¡°How embarrassing! To sign up for a special exam only to not get a single point on it! Aren¡¯t you worried you¡¯d be a laughing stock to everyone?¡±
He wanted to prove to all that he was better than them. That their mocking and derision can never conceal his brilliance. Yet, in the end, he had shot himself in the foot. In the end, he had been defeated. Not by them¡ but by his own greed.
Episode 134 – Special Gift
Previously:
It¡¯s Friday, the last day of Muni entrance exams. It is time for the last exam of the day ¨C Special exam. Kiel and Elaru make their way towards Sapphire Quarters where their special exams will take place. Elaru¡¯s special exam starts and she is confronted by three old geezers.
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¡°Young one, you think you have what it takes to become a spell breaker?¡± Moustache gave Elaru a penetrating look as if he was trying to see right through her.
Naturally, Elaru could come up with plenty of witty responses, however, she had no choice but to stay silent, lest she burst out into uncontrollable laughter.
¡°Many dream of becoming esteemed spell breakers. Alas¡¡± Eyebrows let out a heavy sigh as if lamenting the cruelty of fate.
Finally, after successfully stifling her laughter, all that Elaru could do was just to stare at the trio speechlessly. Must you guys be so dramatic¡?
Episode 134 ¨C Special Gift
Unaware of the redhead¡¯s internal thoughts, Beard shook his head dejectedly, his long beard undulating left and right like a ribbon. ¡°Unfortunately, our department of spell breaking is destined to remain the university department with the least number of members¡¡±
Ah, no wonder you are putting on airs of esteemed experts that are above the mundane world¡
Three old geezers were clearly gloating about being among the rare individuals capable enough to become spell breakers. The fact that spell breakers were a very sought-after bunch only served to enhance their pride.
After all, if someone wanted to remove unwanted enchantments the only way to do it was to break the enchantment. Which meant that if enchanters wanted to fix defective magical artifacts, change their enchantments or even upgrade them, they needed a spell breaker to remove the previous enchantment.
Of course, there were, even more, people who sought them for other, often times, less legal activities. Such as opening magically locked chests, safes, and doors or to enter magic protected areas. Breaking unwanted arcane contracts was also a popular request in the Shadow Lodge.
Unfortunately, spell breaking required high skill requirements thus the demand for spell breaking services was high and supply far too low.
The first requirement, an extremely sensitive and precise mana sense, already eliminated the vast majority of candidates. It was impossible to become a spell breaker if one couldn¡¯t see the details and intricacies of the spell they were trying to break.
The second requirement, which eliminated the remaining candidates, was the ability to compress mana into a density that surpassed the density of solidified mana.
When one weaved a spell pattern, the activation of the spell would cause the mana forming the spell pattern to solidify into a denser form. Since it was impossible to trigger mana solidification without the activation of a spell, trying to surpass the density of solidified mana without solidifying it was something that most people would never be able to do.
It was like taking a bottle of water vapor and trying to compress it enough, through sheer force of will, so that it turns into liquid water. Theoretically possible, in practice downright implausible.
And that wasn¡¯t even the last requirement.
The last requirement was the ability to pinpoint critical points of a spell.
While it was possible to break spells through sheer force by demolishing the entirety of the spell pattern, often times, the amount of mana needed to create a large high density mana blast was far beyond what even the best of mages could possess and control. Thus, mages had no choice but to resort to targeting specific areas of the spell pattern instead of targeting the whole spell.
Unfortunately, critical points of the spell couldn¡¯t be seen or felt through one¡¯s senses. It required one to develop a special type of intuition acquired through one¡¯s complete understanding of Theory of Magic, enchantments, and one¡¯s vast spell breaking experience.
That¡¯s why the majority of spell breakers were old master enchanters who had studied the field for decades. Adding the title of a spell breaker to a master enchanter was like placing a crown on top of their heads, a glorious achievement to be proud of.
Therefore, it wasn¡¯t all that surprising that the old geezers in front of Elaru were acting so self-important.
¡°Other than our disciples, there is just us, three old men who are not long for this world.¡± Moustache lamented, his misty eyes looking far into the distance.
You look quite energetic and healthy to me¡ Elaru still stood at the same spot wordlessly. Judging by the vitality in your aura you should have at least 30 more years left in you¡
Mages usually had a longer lifespan than normal people because frequent usage of mana served to temper their body, making it stronger and healthier.
¡°Indeed, we are getting old. I don¡¯t even remember the last time someone applied for the spell breaking special exam.¡± Beard added melancholically.
Eyebrows nodded his head. ¡°Everything is forgotten with time. It slipped my mind that Muni still offered a spell breaking special exam.¡±
The three¡¯s eyes misted up with melancholy and they let out lamenting sighs at the same time.
Elaru¡¯s mouth twitched. How many times did you guys reverse this performance to get it so synchronized? Be honest, did you wait decades for someone to apply for this exam so you can finally put your practice into good use?
Finally, the three returned to the present and looked towards Elaru who stood rigidly in the middle of the room, trying not to reveal any of her internal thoughts.
¡°Child, don¡¯t be so tense. It is alright if you don¡¯t know much about spell breaking.¡± Beard gently remarked understandingly.
¡°Young one, don¡¯t be hard on yourself. You are far too young to be a true spell breaker.¡± Moustache added comfortingly.
¡°Be at ease, young lass. It takes decades of hard work to learn spell breaking. Of course we won¡¯t make things difficult for you.¡± Eyebrows stated good-naturedly.
You guys¡ Elaru¡¯s eyebrow twitched. I know you don¡¯t have any more exams to attend to after this but¡She couldn¡¯t help but glance towards the clock on the wall. How long do you intend to continue blowing your own trumpet? Do you intend to start my exam anytime soon?
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Meanwhile, on the fourth floor,
Kiel knocked, put up his soft smile and waited several seconds before a man opened the door and invited him inside. The only remarkable thing about the man was his uniform of an assistant professor. Everything else, from his hair and eye color, face, and even his aura was so common and ordinary that Kiel¡¯s gaze unconsciously slid past the man towards the other people in the room.
Behind the large teacher desk sat three professors, none of which was looked younger than the age of fifty. They were covered in wrinkles, their hair colors washed out, yet old age could not mellow out their aura and demeanor of prestige and authority.Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.
The old lady in the middle of the three, which had the deepest wrinkles and the whitest hair, spoke up in a low crisp voice: ¡°Good morning, young man. You must be¡¡±
Kiel curtsied respectfully, his polite smile never leaving his face. ¡°I am Kiel Rroda, the examinee number 5642.¡± His husky voice rumbled pleasantly making the listeners feel like they had drunk warm chocolate.
While the old professors gauged Kiel contemplatively, he strolled to the center of the room, followed by the unremarkable man, who made his way towards a cart filled with magical artifacts standing next to the teacher¡¯s table.
After several seconds of scrutiny, the trio nodded their heads approvingly. Contrary to Kiel¡¯s expectations, old grandma¡¯s following question stunned him into silence: ¡°Young man, do you consider yourself as gifted?¡±
¡°Err¡¡± Kiel blinked his long eyelashes repeatedly, not sure how to respond. Saying yes would be haughty, but saying no would either feel insecure or sound like a pretentious attempt at modesty.
Noticing Kiel¡¯s awkward silence, the three didn¡¯t press him for an answer. Instead, the grandma asked a different question: ¡°Are you aware of the difference between the practical exam and the special exam?¡±
Apparently, the grandma didn¡¯t expect Kiel to answer that question either, for she continued soon after: ¡°The purpose of the practical exam is to test the examinees ability to perform a specific profession well in real life situations. It mostly tests skill in the said profession, which mainly consists of adaptability, knowledge, and experience.¡±
Her eyes flashed with a mysterious glint. ¡°However, the special exam is different¡ special, so to speak.¡±
The tension in the room grew helped by the heavy curtain of silence.
¡°The purpose of the special exam is to promote extraordinary abilities. Its purpose is to give an extra chance to rare gifted people who otherwise wouldn¡¯t be accepted as students due to their lacking knowledge and experience.¡±
Kiel¡¯s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. He didn¡¯t belong in that group of people, did he? He had a feeling that the ¡°extraordinary abilities¡± the woman spoke of weren¡¯t the mundane kind such as high intelligence or creativity.
¡°We are an institution of learning, we are able to fix a lack of knowledge, teach you everything you need to know. We can even help you increase your skill as a mage.
However¡¡±
The old grandma opened her milky gray eyes wide, giving Kiel a penetrating look. After a tense moment of silence, she continued drawling.
¡°There are certain things that we cannot help you nurture.
Things that cannot be learned.
A gift, so to speak.
This exam is designed to set apart those that are gifted with an exceptional talent and those that are not.¡±
The longer the hunchbacked grandma spoke, the stiffer Kiel¡¯s muscles became. Her unfocused milky gray eyes made Kiel¡¯s blood run cold.
Unaware of the chill that was slowly spreading towards Kiel¡¯s limbs with each one of her words, the old lady proceeded.
¡°Knowing spell replication or being able to do it well doesn¡¯t make you gifted.¡±
Was she implying that he wasn¡¯t gifted? That all those hours he spent reading books on spell replicating were wasted? That his skill in weaving mana was all but useless?
That everything that he was and could do was but useless, unable to help him in this ¡°special¡± exam in the slightest?
¡°In fact, there is no special exam for most professions such as enchanting, inscription, engineering, healing, and so on. So then, why is there a special exam for some professions, such as spell replicating and spell breaking?¡±
Kiel¡¯s eyes widened imperceptibly. He had always thought that the reason why some professions were tested in the special exam was because they weren¡¯t tested in the practical exam. He had thought that Muni wanted to give rare professions a chance through the special exam so that people wouldn¡¯t complain about there not being a practical exam that suited them.
But¡ could that be a misconception on his part? Was there another reason why very few professions were tested through the special exam?
¡°The reason behind it is that we couldn¡¯t care less about your profession in this exam. Rather, what we care about, what we are testing are special gifts. And very few of those special gifts can be best revealed through performing a profession related action, such an act of replicating a spell.¡±
As if to crush the last shreds of hope remaining inside Kiel, the grandma clarified her words further: ¡°What we are testing in this special exam isn¡¯t your ability to perform spell replication. Rather, we are testing whether you possess the rare gift that is revealed through the process of replicating spells.¡±
Kiel¡¯s knees almost gave out. It took every bit of his grandmother¡¯s teachings to stop himself from stumbling backward.
Gift? He should know better than anyone whether he had a rare gift or not.
All he had achieved was due to his hard work, due to his blood, tears, and sweat.
Gift?! What gift?!
¡°In short, you are here not to be tested on your spell replicating, but rather, to spell replicate to reveal whether you possess a special gift.¡±
Silence descended onto the room, almost invading Kiel¡¯s very being with its suffocating presence.
In the emptiness of Kiel¡¯s mind, a single word echoed painfully, rippling through the silence:
Fu*k.
He had thought that he would be able to get some special points through his spell replicating, yet it turned out to be just his wishful thinking. A wasted time and effort.
He had unknowingly signed up for something else entirely.
He should have known it wouldn¡¯t be so easy. There was a reason why very few people got special points. There was a reason why even among the accepted 100 students, who were the smartest and the most talented young men and women in the entire lands of Halnea, there were usually less than ten that got special points.
Cold sweat drenched Kiel¡¯s back as he struggled to keep his expression neutral and his aura reserved.
Yet, as if to shatter all his attempts of remaining calm, as if to demolish this entire pretense of poise, a tiny voice inside him spoke up: ¡°How embarrassing! To sign up for a special exam only to not get a single point on it! Aren¡¯t you worried you¡¯d be a laughing stock to everyone?¡±
He recognized the mocking laughter of his brother. ¡°What? You thought you were gifted? That you possess something special?¡±
¡°Pfft, hahaha. As if! The only gift you possess is your resilience. You are like a cockroach, no matter how much one steps on it, it just keeps crawling back up!¡±
Kiel¡¯s pale, trembling fingers curled into fists.
It wouldn¡¯t matter that he had achieved a near perfect score in all other exams.
What they would see was just his failure.
That¡¯s what they did to make themselves feel superior.
The glossed over his achievements and tightly caught onto his failures.
He had hoped that he would be the first person in the Rroda family to get the perfect score in Muni exams.
He had hoped that he could use these exams to silence all the doubters and haters.
He wanted to prove to all that he was better than them.
That their mocking and derision can never conceal his brilliance.
Yet, in the end, he had shot himself in the foot.
In the end, he had been defeated.
Defeated not by them¡
¡but by his own greed.
¡°Let us start¡± Only when the clear voice of the grandma shattered the silence, did Kiel remember he was currently in the middle of the exam.
While he had been standing as still and pale as a statue, the unremarkable man had taken nine artifacts out of the cart and spread them on top of the teacher¡¯s desk.
The artifacts were all the same, taking the form of an intricate bronze cog the size of an adult fist, with the only difference between them being an enchantment placed on a single one among them.
Grandma stroked the enchanted artifact with her wrinkled, frail looking fingers. ¡°Your task is to replicate this enchantment on the remaining eight artifacts while balancing speed and precision to the best of your abilities. You need not be very precise, nor do you need to be very fast. What you need to be is efficient.¡±
Replicate an enchantment?
Kiel stared at the old woman dumbfounded.
Just that?
It was as if time suddenly started running again. As if the dark fog clouding Kiel¡¯s mind was exhaled through his deep breaths.
This was not the time to wallow in misery and remorse! He¡¯d have enough time to drown in regret after the exam.
Kiel¡¯s tightly pressed lips smiled a gentle smile once again, a wry, helpless smile.
If they wanted him to replicate that spell, he could do it. He might not understand what that had to do with the special gift they spoke of, but it¡¯s not like he could back out of it now. The only thing he could do at this point is to treat it as if they were testing his spell replicating ability and do his best.
Who knows? Maybe they¡¯d give him some consolation points if he performed spell replication well enough, just so he doesn¡¯t return empty handed?
Kiel restrained a self-deprecating chuckle and concentrated on the enchanted cog. It was filled with intricate spell patterns that he didn¡¯t recognize, the enchantment was most likely mystified. The only thing that he recognized about the spell were its spell roots which exited through the small circular hole in the middle of the cog and spread out tall like a miniature tree.
He vaguely remembered Elaru showing him how the enchantment on this cog looked like with her Aethernea of Sight earlier. He had chosen to disregard it and concentrate on remembering more intricate enchantments in the pile of artifacts, for this one, in particular, was clear enough for his own mana sense to pick up.
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By the time Kiel was done with the last cog, his bangs were sticking to his damp forehead.
He didn¡¯t notice that the examiners had finished trying out all his cogs, nor did he notice the strange looks and quiet whispers they were sharing between themselves. He didn¡¯t notice the frown pasted on the face of the middle-aged man, nor the unreadable flash in the old lady¡¯s eyes.
¡°If you don¡¯t know where the critical points are, we shall tell you.¡±
The eyes of the three old men lit up and they seemed to forget the purpose of their gathering as Eyebrows spoke up: ¡°Child, since you have studied Spell Breaking, could you perhaps tell us the four different approaches to spell breaking?¡±
Episode 135 – Replicating
Previously:
It¡¯s Friday, the last day of Muni entrance exams. It is time for the last exam of the day ¨C Special exam. Kiel and Elaru make their way towards Sapphire Quarters where there special exams will take place. Elaru is confronted by three old geezers who are acting high and mighty. While Kiel shot himself in the foot ¨C as it turns out, the Spell Replicating exam was not designed to test Kiel¡¯s spell replicating ability, but rather, to test for a special talent that can only be revealed through the process of spell replicating. Kiel is given a cog artifact whose enchantment he has to replicate onto other cogs.
Episode 135 ¨C Replicating
¡°You may begin whenever you are ready.¡± Just as the grandma¡¯s words fell, the youngest looking man of the trio, appearing to be in his fifties, pressed the button on the stopwatch he was holding.
The clicking noise of the button made Kiel¡¯s heart skip a beat. However, he was able to quickly regain his calm and return his full concentration on the enchanted artifact before him.
He tried to remember everything on it so he could replicate it to the best of his abilities. The pressure of the ticking clock making his entire being reach peak performance.
Soon enough, Kiel approached the second cog, the first one of the eight that weren¡¯t enchanted. As soon as his mana touched the cog, he heard the click of a button press again, followed by the sounds of pen writing on paper. (The middle-aged man was writing down the previously measured time.)
Kiel didn¡¯t let that disturb him and continued imbuing the cog with his mana until there was enough of it to weave the spell. Since the enchantment was mystified he didn¡¯t know which parts of the spell pattern were critical to the function of the spell and which weren¡¯t, so Kiel did his best to recreate the shape of the spell as he saw it, keeping the deviations to a minimum.
After a while of weaving, a magic pulse spread out, signaling the successful activation of the spell. What followed was another click of the stopwatch button and some more scribbling noises.
As soon as the spell was activated, Kiel released it from his control, turning it from an extension of himself to a foreign entity, a self-sustained spell, an enchantment. Once the mage released control of a spell, they could no longer regain it. The released spell would remain in the state it was in when the control was released.
Although the creator could no longer dispel or control such a released spell in any way, the spell would still need to be powered by the mana of its creator. Luckily, the enchantment could absorb such mana by itself when needed, as long as it existed in the vicinity of the spell. This allowed enchanters to recharge their enchantments when the mana they had initially imbued them with started running out.
Enchanters could personally re-imbue their mana, or they could just place a mana crystal filled with their mana in the vicinity of the enchantment.
Of course, there were also other, supplementary, ways to power enchantments, such as including a light absorbing spell fragment into the enchantment to power it through light or include a devouring spell fragment to feed on free mana.
Since Kiel didn¡¯t know what method of powering the enchantment used due to it being mystified, and he didn¡¯t want to waste time trying to figure it out, he ensured that he left a similar amount of mana inside his cogwheel as was left in the original magical artifact, before moving to the next cog.
Kiel kept repeating the same process of the enchanting on the following cogs, trying to weave each one more efficiently than the previous.
Each time he started or finished enchanting a new artifact, the middle-aged man would click his stopwatch and write down the measured time.
The trio of examiners smiled approvingly, or perhaps encouragingly but said nothing. Kiel had the impression that they thought his spell replicating was quite good, but since that wasn¡¯t what they were testing, they weren¡¯t really moved by it.
By the time Kiel was done with the last cog, his bangs were sticking to his damp forehead.
Only when he was done with the last one did the hunchbacked grandma confirm his thoughts: ¡°Young man, your spell replicating is rather good.¡±
¡°Thank you.¡± Kiel gave her a sincere smile that made the woman pause.
The old man next to the grandma which had been silent so far was the first one to recover. He grabbed the stack of papers that were in front of him and offered them to Kiel. ¡°How about you look through these papers while we test the artifacts you just enchanted? The papers depict the next enchantment you will be required to cast.¡±
Kiel accepted the papers with another one of his gentle, heart stopping smiles that looked even more alluring than usual. Due to his exertion, his skin glistened softly with sweat and his cheeks had a rosy tinge. A natural allure boxed in a lovely masculine package.
The grandma coughed awkwardly several times, but Kiel ignored it and averted his gaze to the spell pattern drawn on the papers. He didn¡¯t inspect it thoroughly, his attention still captured by the actions of the examiners.Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.
The unremarkable man pulled out a medium sized apparatus out of the cart and placed it in front of the old man who gave Kiel his papers. The device looked like a glass water tank with a bronze lid but the liquid inside was pale blue instead of clear.
The old man pulled out a small leather pouch from his robes and shook it upside down. Several small pearls made out of a purple crystal rolled onto his palm. With his other hand, he grabbed the first cog that wasn¡¯t enchanted by Kiel and placed it upside down on the lid, so that the spell roots were directed towards the blue liquid. The cog effortlessly slid into an indentation located on the top of the bronze lid.
The man then picked up a single crystal pearl and placed it in the small circle in the middle of the cog.
The old grandma, who was paying attention to Kiel, must have noticed his lack of attention towards his papers because she spoke up: ¡°When we activate the enchantment on the cogwheel, it will use the mana contained in this small mana pearl to heat up the liquid through its spell roots.¡±
The old lady tapped the glass tank, which was marked with numbers and thin horizontal lines.
¡°As the temperature increases, the volume of the liquid will also increase. Once the mana in the crystal runs out, we will note down the final volume increase.¡±
The old man proceeded to do just that ¨C he cast a trigger spell on the cog and the level of the pale blue liquid inside the tank slowly started moving up.
While liquid inside the tank grew in volume, the mana crystal on top of the cog kept melting down.
It took less than ten seconds for the mana crystal to completely disappear, following which the liquid stopped moving. While the old man removed the cog from the cap, the old lady read the result out loud and the third man wrote it down.
The old man picked up the first cog Kiel had enchanted and placed it inside the cap, adding another mana crystal in the middle.
¡°These mana pearls have all been measured to be exactly the same, providing exactly the same amount of mana. This allows us to see how much more or less efficient your enchantments are compared to the original enchantment. Since all of them will be powered with an exact same mana pearl, the enchantment which manages to increase the volume of the liquid more is more efficient.¡±
The examiners waited for the pale blue liquid to constrict back to its original volume, which wasn¡¯t long. It must have been some kind of cold attributed magical liquid because it cooled down abnormally quickly.
When it finally did cool down to its original temperature, the examiners repeated the same actions as before. Since the process was repetitive, Kiel lost interest and instead, concentrated on the papers in his hands.
The papers depicted another mystified spell, which was supposed to be used on a small hollow object in the shape of a star which was made out from a metal mesh.
Instead of providing him with an actual enchanted artifact, the examiners provided him with the spell design. The dimensions of the spell would be so small that the mana sense of most people wouldn¡¯t be able to accurately see the details, which was probably why they decided to give him a clear spell design.
Kiel absorbed himself in the design, eventually forgetting everything around himself.
He didn¡¯t notice that the examiners had finished trying out all his cogs, nor did he notice the strange looks and quiet whispers they were sharing between themselves. He didn¡¯t notice the frown pasted on the face of the middle-aged man, nor the unreadable flash in the old lady¡¯s eyes.
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By the time the three old men were done with their performance Elaru had been sitting at the desk prepared for her long enough for her arms, which were supporting her head, to turn stiff.
She had wanted to interrupt their monologue several times, asking them to get on with the exam already, but thought better of it. Interrupting them would earn her no extra points.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Beard produced a pair of black leather gauntlets enchanted with a simple reinforcement spell which increased their defense and durability.
One glance was enough for Elaru to conclude that the enchantment was done by someone who had no idea what they were doing. The problem was not the mana density of the enchantment, which was mediocre, but rather the convoluted shape that could barely be recognized as a reinforcement enchantment.
The performance of such an enchantment would be horrid, which was most likely the reason why the trio of spell breakers was given the gauntlets in the first place. Someone had to remove the enchantment so that the gauntlets could be enchanted again.
To avoid spell interference, Eyebrows quickly cast an Acceleration on the air inside the gauntlets and made them float slowly towards Elaru.
Are you not going to measure the mana density of the enchantment? Elaru cocked her head to the side but did not speak up. She would break everything regardless of its mana density anyway and measuring it would only take extra time. Considering how much time these three old fogies were wasting as it is, she was better off not asking.
¡°These gauntlets are enchanted with a simple, poorly done reinforcement enchantment,¡± Moustache spoke in a light tone. ¡°Young one, you are free to try breaking it.¡±
¡°Don¡¯t worry, we¡¯ll show you where the critical points are.¡± Eyebrows added magnanimously.
¡°It¡¯s alright child. We aren¡¯t testing you on spell breaking knowledge.¡± Beard nodded his head, his beard jumping like a flag. ¡°We just want to test the density of mana you can achieve without mana solidification.¡±
The gauntlets landed softly in Elaru¡¯s outstretched hands. Eyebrows waved his arm, producing a pointing stick from his long sleeves. ¡°Here, let me show you where the critical points¡¡±
Eyebrows never finished his sentence, for, at that moment, the reinforcement spell on the gauntlets lost its shape, particles of mana sliding like granules of sand through the openings between Elaru¡¯s slim fingers.
The faces of the three old men froze. What just happened¡?
Only when the melodic voice of ¡°What¡¯s next?¡± reached their ears did they wake up from their stupor. They directed their gaze towards the redhead, unable to conceal the sparkle that had appeared in their previously peaceful eyes.
¡°So, you do know a thing or two about spell breaking!¡± Beard exclaimed, his voice revealing pleasant surprise.
Yeah¡ a thing or two¡ Elaru¡¯s mouth twitched. More like 12 years of hard work¡
¡°It is quite impressive for a young lass of your age to be able to compress your mana to this state.¡± Eyebrows looked towards Elaru¡¯s hand, as if looking at her fingers would be able to tell him how she managed to break the enchantment. The three were not paying attention and her actions were too fast, so they didn¡¯t see it at all.
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¡°Lass, are you a certified spell breaker?!¡± Eyebrows gasped loudly.
Silence. Deafening silence.
¡°Shut up!¡± ¡°How can it be the same?!¡±
Sh*t. What have I done¡?!
Episode 136 – Core Principle of Spell Breaking
Previously:
It¡¯s Friday, the last day of Muni entrance exams. It is time for the last exam of the day ¨C Special exam. Kiel and Elaru make their way towards Sapphire Quarters where there special exams will take place. Kiel shot himself in the foot ¨C as it turns out, the Spell Replicating exam was not designed to test Kiel¡¯s spell replicating ability, but rather, to test for a special talent that can only be revealed through the process of spell replicating. Meanwhile, Elaru is confronted by three old geezers who are acting high and mighty.
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¡°So, you do know a thing or two about spell breaking!¡± Beard exclaimed, his voice revealing pleasant surprise.
Yeah¡ a thing or two¡ Elaru¡¯s mouth twitched. More like 12 years of hard work¡
¡°It is quite impressive for a young lass of your age to be able to compress your mana to this state.¡± Eyebrows looked towards Elaru¡¯s hand, as if looking at her fingers would be able to tell him how she managed to break the enchantment. The three were not paying attention and her actions were too fast, so they didn¡¯t see it at all.
Episode 136 ¨C Core Principle of Spell Breaking
¡°Even breaking two spells simultaneously! Impressive!¡± Mustache¡¯s voice sounded queer. Trying to come up with something to praise without revealing the fact that he had no idea what just happened was an arduous thing.
The remaining two nodded their heads in agreement before producing another magical artifact. This time it was an intricate looking red sword. The rosy glint reflecting the bright sunlight was almost as sharp as the adamantite blade itself.
Such a finely crafted blade deserved only the highest quality of enchantments. This was probably exactly what the enchanter who enchanted the sword was thinking at the time. For the enchantment on the sword was weaved with very dense mana making it difficult to break.
In fact, the density of mana used to weave it was so high it was probably the reason why the enchantment ended in failure. The enchanter wanted to create the highest quality enchantment that he could and ended up miscalculating. He spent the majority of his mana weaving the main spell and ran out of mana before he could finish forming the spell roots. Thus, the spell roots had gaps, not covering the entirety of the sword. Making it so that there were many spots not covered by the enchantment.
¡°I¡¯m afraid this one won¡¯t be as simple to break.¡± Beard sighed.
¡°The mana density of the main spell is too high. Simply too high.¡± Mustache nodded gravelly.
Eyebrows anchored his acceleration spell where the enchantment spell roots couldn¡¯t reach and sent the sword floating towards Elaru once again. The entire time he nodded his head slowly, agreeing to the words of his colleagues. ¡°This enchantment is rather unusual as well. I doubt you¡¯ve had the opportunity to see it before.¡±
Elaru ignored their words, instead intently staring at the sword, or rather, staring at the enchantment on the sword.
Her Aethernea of Sight could see many things, but critical points of a spell weren¡¯t among them. She could see no glaring red lines, or any other kind of sign marking a critical point. Sometimes there would be a slight, difficult to catch, distortion in reality, but most of the time there was nothing at all.
If she could simply see the critical points of a spell, would she have almost lost her life in the incident 12 years ago?
If she could see them so easily, would she have needed to spend her childhood studying theory of magic?
No. There was no shortcut. Talent could only take you so far. This ability¡ it was a product of hard work.
Before the floating sword could even enter inside her aura, there were already four whirlpools of mana in front of her, looking like they were devouring mana from her aura.
When the whirlpools stopped spinning, in their place remained four, marble-sized, high-density balls of mana.
Elaru didn¡¯t even wait for the sword to land in her hands before the four mana bullets shot towards the sword, piercing straight through it.
The previously vividly glowing enchantment fractured into several large pieces, like shattered glass, sizzling and melting away until nothing remained.
The sight startled Eyebrows so much that his control over the Acceleration slipped and the deathly silence was broken by the loud clattering of the sword, as it fell to the floor.
In a moment of distraction, the three old men forgot to act high and mighty, their demeanor losing all of its grandeur.
¡°What¡¯s with this spell breaking speed?! Have you seen this enchantment before?¡± Beard almost pulled out several strands of his beard.
¡°Can you not look so leisurely?! You are not even sweating!¡± Mustache¡¯s mustache quivered.
¡°Lass, are you a certified spell breaker?!¡± Eyebrows gasped loudly.
Elaru paused slightly to sort out their questions, but in the end, all she responded with was a nod and a: ¡°Yes¡±
It was unclear to which question she was responding to, but her pleasant voice, nonetheless, woke the trio up from their stupor.
Realizing how unsightly their current behavior appeared, hastily they adjusted their demeanors back to their dignified selves. Though, putting on airs was not nearly enough to cover up their embarrassment.
¡°Good, very good, excellent!¡± Mustache feigned nonchalance, however, the tremble of his voice gave him away.
¡°You are able to pinpoint the critical points in such a complex enchantment. Admirable, admirable!¡± Beard continued to stroke his beard, but his movements were visibly stiffer.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.
Eyebrows coughed awkwardly and retrieved the fallen sword. ¡°Indeed. For a lass your age, your knowledge is not bad. Not bad at all.¡±
¡°Perhaps you could tell us a bit more about the process of spell breaking?¡± Mustache nodded his head solemnly.
¡°How about telling us about the five methods of spell breaking?¡± Beard interjected.
Learning from her previous mistake, Elaru nodded her head and quickly spoke up to prevent any of the other two from opening their mouths again and prolonging the whole ordeal:
¡°Every spell consists of a spell target, a weaved spell pattern, and a reality-altering phenomena. If either of the three is removed from the equation, the spell will cease to exist.
To weave a spell pattern mana is needed, and equally so, sustaining the reality-altering effect of the spell requires a constant expenditure of mana. Even if the spell is sleeping, its reality-altering effect temporarily not affecting reality, mana is still needed to sustain its grip on reality. Thus, all sustained spells need a constant supply of mana.
If such is unavailable, the reality-altering effect will start feeding off mana used to weave the spell pattern causing it to destabilize and fall apart, leading to the destruction of the spell.
The spell pattern is like a sand castle. No matter how many times it is kicked, the dispersed sand can form back together. But how can one form a sand castle without sand?
This is why the first method of spell breaking is to cause the spell to run out of mana.
This is done either by removing the mana supply if possible or by increasing the mana expenditure of the spell through various means. For most enchantments this is an arduous, time-consuming process, thus this method is only used as a last option.¡±
Elaru explained carefully, as if she was a master breaker trying her utmost to teach her disciples in words they could easily understand. She then paused briefly, giving each one of the old men a serious look, before repeating the core principle of spell breaking once again: ¡°Every spell consists of a spell target, a weaved spell pattern, and the reality-altering phenomena. If either of the three is removed from the equation, the spell will cease to exist.
Thus, the second and the simplest way to break a spell is to destroy the target of the spell. Unfortunately, most of the times this is undesirable or, in case of spells targeting illusive things such space or the mind, impossible.¡±
The three old men nodded their heads in agreement. Beards opened his mouth to say something, but Elaru, worried that the three would start talking some more drivel, continued her explanation immediately.
¡°The third method aims to destroy the spell pattern. However, the spell pattern, no matter how damaged, can reverse-engineer itself from the information present inside the reality-altering phenomena, recovering back to its original form (as long as the mana making it isn¡¯t consumed). Thus, one needs to completely destroy it to stop the self-regeneration.
This is done by attacking the whole spell pattern with a mana construct of a higher density and size than the spell pattern itself.
Unfortunately, the sheer amount of mana needed to accomplish this makes this method unusable for the majority of spells.¡±
Elaru took a quick breath, before continuing.
¡°The fourth method aims to destroy the reality-altering phenomena. To destroy the spell phenomena, another spell that causes destructive interference with the first spell is needed.
When the reality-altering phenomena of two spells affect similar properties of reality, they will interfere with each other and struggle for control over reality. If the difference in level between the two spells isn¡¯t too high, both reality-altering effects would be damaged due to the spell interference. Even if one of the spells overpowers the other, allowing it to affect reality, the losing spell would still continue to struggle to regain its control over reality causing continuous damage to both reality-altering effects.
This damage, however, will not cause the spell to be broken because the solidified spell pattern, which is the source of the reality-altering effect, will constantly repair the damage done to the reality-altering effect, as long as it has enough mana to do so.
The solidified spell pattern is the source of the spell phenomena to begin with so no matter how damaged the spell phenomena is, as long as it is not completely destroyed, the spell pattern will be able to recreate the reality-altering effect.
That¡¯s why we need to completely destroy the reality-altering effect without giving it a chance to regenerate. And for the overpowered reality-altering effect to get completely shattered, it isn¡¯t enough to just overpower it. Rather, the difference in level between the two wrestling spells needs to be so enormous that the losing spell can¡¯t even struggle.
Regrettably, this method of spell breaking is not usable for high-level spells, because we are unable to produce an interfering spell that is much higher in level. The required difference in spell level can only be achieved if a master mage is wrestling against someone who just started learning magic or if one of the opposing spells is a high-level enchantment while the other is a normal spell cast on the go.
After all, when mages enchant a magical artifact, they have a lot of time to perfect their spell so the spell levels of enchantments are much higher than spell levels of spells cast on the go.¡±
The trio of old men kept nodding their heads enthusiastically as if they were clucklings pecking rice, this time not even attempting to interrupt.
¡°Since the first method is arduous and time-consuming, while the latter three methods are not viable for most purposes, spell breakers generally use the fifth method most of the time.
The fifth method is to sabotage the self-recovery function of the spell, followed by causing enough damage to the spell pattern to destabilize the spell.
The reason why spells are so resilient and able to recover themselves lies in the connection between the solidified spell pattern and the reality-altering phenomena. Each one of the two is able to recreate the other if damaged. To prevent this cyclic self-recovery, spell breakers need to sever the connection between the spell pattern and the reality-altering effect. This is done by finding the touching points (a.k.a. critical points) between the two and destroying them simultaneously.
Interestingly enough, if one does succeed in destroying the critical points, not only does it stop the self-recovery of the spell but it also causes the entire spell to destabilize and fall apart.
Spell breakers are still arguing whether severing the connection between the spell phenomena and the spell pattern is the cause of spell destabilization, or if the touching points between the two are just located in areas critical to the functioning of the spell.¡±
Elaru paused, giving a mischievous smirk to the three old men. ¡°Personally, I believe the former.¡±
Silence. Deafening silence.
And then¡
¡°That is exactly right!¡± Eyebrows bellowed excitedly. ¡°How could the location of the critical points be mere coincidence!¡±
Mustache slammed his hand on the table and glared at Eyebrows. ¡°Stop spouting drivel! Spells have been simplified so much over the years that everything that is left of them is critical to the functioning of the spell, so how can the critical points possibly not be located in non-critical areas?!¡±
Beards sighed groggily. ¡°Not again¡ can¡¯t you two agree to disagree? Isn¡¯t it the same either way?¡±
¡°Shut up!¡± ¨C ¡°How can it be the same?!¡±
Much to Elaru¡¯s horror, what followed was an animated argument between the trio of old men, who seemed to completely forget that they were in the middle of an exam.
Elaru was forced to stare at them speechlessly, with a violently twitching eyebrow. Sh*t. What have I done¡?!
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¡°Do you have enough mana for another round of tests?¡± The middle-aged man added tentatively. In Kiel¡¯s opinion, ¡°Please say no¡± was written all over his face.
But just as he was about to say no, his dark side reared its ugly head filling him with rage and spite. It was their job to run this test, yet they wanted to cut the exam short?! Did they find him not worth their precious time? Were they looking down on him? Who did they think they were?? He¡¯d be damned if he let them off early!
After a moment of petrification, Kiel rigidly glanced towards the professors who seemed to be sitting on the edge of their seats, their aura flaring in preparation of casting life-saving magic if needed.
Needless to say, it took Kiel some time to regain his perfectly calm state of mind. (Was this payback for making them waste their time?? Vicious! Petty!!)
Episode 137 – Clay Mines
Previously:
It¡¯s Friday, the last day of Muni entrance exams. It is time for the last exam of the day ¨C Special exam. Kiel and Elaru make their way towards Sapphire Quarters where there special exams will take place. Elaru is confronted by three old geezers who are acting high and mighty while Kiel shot himself in the foot ¨C as it turns out, the Spell Replicating exam was not designed to test Kiel¡¯s spell replicating ability, but rather, to test for a special talent that can only be revealed through the process of spell replicating. He is tasked to spell replicate several cogwheels and then given an intricate enchantment to place on star-shaped artifacts.
Episode 137 ¨C Clay Mines
As Kiel was wholeheartedly absorbed in enchanting his third metal star, the professors had finished testing the last cog.
In his peripheral vision, Kiel saw them giving each other strange looks, their faces riddled with frowns. In the end, one of them set up a sound isolation barrier around their table so that they could talk freely without disturbing Kiel¡¯s replicating.
Kiel tried to ignore their rapidly moving lips expressing clear doubts, tried to overlook the way they passed the papers between themselves, tried to disregard how their frowns kept deepening with each passing second.
Alas, it was too conspicuous. Each time Kiel finished an enchantment, he would take a breath, giving the professors a quick glance, and then his concentration would waver, worry invading his mind once again. He¡¯d wonder if they had figured out that he was a fraud, that he didn¡¯t have the talent they spoke of. That he was here by mistake.
He wondered whether they were upset that he was wasting their time and debating whether they should cut his exam short. As he looked at their faces, he could almost hear their debate.
The granny looked like she wanted to go by the book, seeing the exam until the end. The younger members looked like they were arguing that she was too traditional, that there was no point torturing themselves and the examinee further. And of course, there would always be that one person who¡¯d try to pacify both sides and wonder whether the measuring apparatus was malfunctioning, and the examinee actually did have the required talent.
And then they would test the cogs again. Even going as far as enchanting another previously unenchanted cog for comparison.
Kiel shook his head and once again concentrated wholeheartedly on enchanting the hollow metal star in his hand, extricating himself from the outside world. Replicating this complicated enchantment required his undivided attention, for the professors had asked him to concentrate on accuracy instead of speed. Each woven line had to be the right width, the right length, even the density of mana had to be precise. With all his mental faculties occupied he had no room for his mind to wonder.
After the 6th replicated artifact, sweat drops were rolling down the sides of Kiel¡¯s face as if he were a leaking faucet.
Sometime later and his breathing was labored.
Finally, after the last artifact was done, Kiel took the time to calm his breath.
The professors were no longer arguing. The old granny must have given them a tongue lashing so no one dared complain further. Instead, they gave Kiel a few silent minutes of rest before removing their sound isolation barrier to speak to him.
¡°How is your condition?¡± The old grandma expressed her worry. Perhaps she was worrying that he wasn¡¯t in a good enough condition to display this special skill.
¡°Do you have enough mana for another round of tests?¡± The middle-aged man added tentatively. In Kiel¡¯s opinion, ¡°Please say no¡± was written all over his face.
Kiel briefly debated whether to take this chance to back out of the exam and spare himself more embarrassment and torture. They were clearly giving him a way out.
But just as he was about to say no, his dark side reared its ugly head filling him with rage and spite. It was their job to run this test, yet they wanted to cut the exam short?! Did they find him not worth their precious time? Were they looking down on him? Who did they think they were?? He¡¯d be damned if he let them off early!
Thus, Kiel gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing unyieldingly. He nodded his head, stifled an angry snort, and squeezed out one of his signature smiles. ¡°I¡¯m alright. I have plenty of mana left in me. Feel free to test me further.¡±
If you think you¡¯ll make me run out of mana and cut this farce short, think again! Kiel almost chuckled. Internally he was giving thumbs up to Elaru. Her soul was truly a bottomless pit. Besides being a bit mentally fatigued, he was in perfect condition. His body could handle his current mana channeling speed without issues for quite some time.
Seeing that he didn¡¯t seem to be lying, his face healthily flushed, the middle-aged man had no other choice but to pull out a briefcase. He opened it to reveal several dozens of ash brown pebbles padded within the box as to avoid damage.
Unlike the previous artifacts that Kiel had to replicate, which he wasn¡¯t familiar with, these seemingly ordinary pebbles were something Kiel recognized.
Made from a flexible yet highly explosive clay found in swamps, these pebbles could be used as weapons in various ways, however, most people knew them by their application in creating Clay Mines.
These pebbles would be enchanted with a spell modifier that triggered a temperature increasing spell if it detected sufficient deformation of the pebble. Thus, if one stepped on the pebble, flattening it, the sudden increase of temperature of the clay would cause an explosion.
The Clay Mine was a textbook example of a simple augmentation-magic-based trigger enchantment. In fact, possessing a single primal spell and a single spell modifier, this enchantment was one of the first enchantments Kiel¡¯s class learned in school. (Needless to say, they were testing it on ordinary clay, and not the explosive variety.)
¡°Are you familiar with the concept of a Clay Mine?¡± The granny drawled, her question clearly perfunctory, for she was aware that Clay Mines were a part of the basic magic curriculum in most schools.
Kiel nodded. ¡°Yes. Do you want me to turn these into Clay Mines?¡±
¡°Correct. We have a finished example here that was enchanted with the highest possible mana density.¡± The middle-aged man picked up one of the pebbles that already had an enchantment in place. ¡°When enchanting you should aim to reach this mana density. You¡¯ll know you¡¯ve reached it when the clay starts heavily resisting further increase of mana.¡±
Most materials had a constant mana resistance and would start to crumble and fall apart if one went over their mana threshold. Higher the mana density, faster they would fall apart.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.
However, some materials had a different behavior if their mana threshold was reached. They would put up a mighty resistance to prevent mana density increasing above its tolerance threshold. Meaning that their mana resistance would suddenly increase sharply, making it incredibly difficult to go above its tolerance. However, if one still managed to increase the density, such materials would crumble almost instantaneously. There were like animals putting up a final struggle before death.
However, thanks to this property of the clay, Kiel would feel when his enchantment reached the required mana density. This was probably the reason why they used such a material in this exam ¨C they wanted to make it easier for Kiel, intuitive even. Or perhaps they wanted to limit the density of his spell so that he wouldn¡¯t waste time on making it reach a higher level.
¡°This time, you should concentrate on speed over accuracy. Enchant as many mines as you can as fast as you can. As long as the shape is good enough for the spell to form, it doesn¡¯t matter if it isn¡¯t high quality.¡± The grandma elaborated. ¡°And, of course, try not to lose a limb.¡±
Kiel¡¯s eyebrow twitched, unsure if that was the grandma¡¯s attempt at humor. They weren¡¯t really giving him real Clay Mines¡ were they? Surely, they wouldn¡¯t use something so dangerous for the special exam¡? Yes, he had signed an agreement stating that any injury or death was not to be blamed on the university¡ but that was just an insurance in case of accidents such as examinees tripping and falling down the stairs. The exams were never actually dangerous!
Kiel squeezed out a mirthless smile and waited for the assistant professor to deliver the briefcase to his desk. He was overthinking things, of course, they wouldn¡¯t give him explosive clay. They must be using normal clay, just like his old teacher did in class.
He stared at the opened briefcase that was just placed in front of him.
Yeah. Just like his old teacher did in class¡ Kiel¡¯s smile froze on his face. He remembered that class. He was practicing his weaving and wanted to create the highest quality of enchantment possible. When he presented the clay to his teacher, he praised him for being a genius.
But he also told him that his enchantment wouldn¡¯t be able to reach such density if they were making real Clay Mines. For explosive clay was one of the materials with low mana tolerance that put up a high resistance once the mana density reached its threshold.
After a moment of petrification, Kiel rigidly glanced towards the professors who seemed to be sitting on the edge of their seats, their aura flaring in preparation of casting life-saving magic if needed.
F***!! These things are real Clay Mines!!
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Needless to say, it took Kiel some time to regain his perfectly calm state of mind. (Was this payback for making them waste their time?? Vicious! Petty!!)
In the end, his reason won over his emotions. If handled with care these mines weren¡¯t really that dangerous.
After all, while not enchanted, these clay pebbles could be thrown around and stepped on as much as one wanted without worry. They would only explode if they were set on fire, however, they wouldn¡¯t combust on their own under normal room temperature.
And even after they were enchanted and turned into Clay Mines, they would still not explode so easily. He remembered reading a book on pressure triggers where Clay Mines were mentioned as an example of an artifact triggered by pressure. It included detailed calculations of the force exerted by a foot of a walking person in relation to their weight and walking speed and how it is relevant to pressure triggered enchantments.
Simply put, due to their negligible weight, Clay Mines could even be thrown at high speeds without worry of an explosion. Thus, as long as he didn¡¯t end up dropping one and stepping on it, he¡¯d be safe.
And so, Kiel didn¡¯t touch the clay pebbles at all and chose to enchant them while they remained securely sitting inside the briefcase.
Due to his high spell casting speed, it took less than a minute to mass produce a briefcase filled with Clay Mines. And the enchantment was even of reasonably high quality. When one reached his high proficiency in mana weaving, it was actually impossible to do a sloppy enchantment unless he actively tried to do one.
But even though this task wasn¡¯t hard for Kiel, being much easier, and taking up much less time than the previous, complicated enchantment, for obvious reasons, the amount of sweat dripping down Kiel¡¯s forehead was in no way inferior to the drops sweated during the previous task.
The professors, also for obvious reasons, didn¡¯t start testing his previously enchanted metal stars until the briefcase, filled with enough explosive to blow up the entire room, was once again, securely seated on top of their desk.
Kiel could swear that they let out a collective breath of relief when the briefcase was closed. One of them nonchalantly coughed to mask his exhale, another one casually wiped the sweat from his forehead. The old grandma kept her composure the best, merely sitting back in her chair and relaxing her aura.
After that, she gave a signal to the youngest among them, who woke up from his daze and pulled out another apparatus from the cart. It was a metal sphere with a flat bottom and a star-shaped hole in the middle. It also had a round meter above the hole designed to show the result of the measurement.
What followed was a process almost identical to the process that the professors used to test his cogs. They would place the star in the hole and note down the displayed result on the meter.
This time the professors didn¡¯t explain the purpose of the enchantment on the star, however, they did explain the purpose of the apparatus, which was to measure mana efficiency of the enchantment, which in turn would give them a number describing the level of Kiel¡¯s spell.
Higher the level of the spell, the higher its stability and its mana efficiency. This meant that less mana was required to sustain the spell and lesser amount of mana was needed to produce a bigger effect than lower leveled spells. It also meant that the spell was harder to break, less affected by spell interference and had a faster spell regeneration.
Out of all the effects, mana efficiency and effects of spell interference were easiest to measure so they were usually the ones measured to determine a level of the spell.
What Kiel gathered from all the information that they revealed so far was that the professors were interested in his spell weaving and the quality of the spells he could produce. However, although the density of mana used in spell weaving was also considered a part of spell weaving skill, they didn¡¯t seem to be too interested in that.
So since the density of the mana used to weave the spell affected the spell level they needed to remove spell density from the equation. Therefore, they gave him artifacts whose materials imposed a limit to the density of mana he could weave.
This also allowed them to create an example artifact with the highest quality that they thought was producible as a comparison to his own artifacts.
About Spell Quality and Spell level
Every spell is assigned a spell level by the Association of Magic which is a rating that describes how that spell compares to other spells. Higher level spells are more mana efficient and more stable than lower level spells, however, they are also more complicated and more difficult to cast. By seeing a level of the spell one can tell how difficult it would be to learn such a spell, and by seeing the level of the spells a mage can cast it would shed light on his ability as a mage.
Spell quality is also something that describes the excellence of a spell, but instead of comparing it to other spells, it is compared to itself, meaning, all spells with the same spell pattern. Even if two mages cast the exact same spell, the result will be different. You can cast the spell with a minimum mana density that causes the spell to activate, or increase it several folds as far as you can make it. You can create a messy doodle or put a lot of effort into weaving the spell pattern. Naturally, all of this affects the quality of the resulting spell. So when one says that a spell is of high quality it means that it has been weaved well, reaching almost the highest level this spell can possibly reach. (There is a big difference between low and high quality. A higher quality spell has a higher spell level.)
When spells were assigned spell levels, the level given to the spell was the lowest possible level that spell can achieve, meaning that the level of the spell is determined by the level of the lowest quality spell one can manage to cast with that spell pattern.
E.g. Spell X might be rated as a level 3 spell, but that means that if a novice mage casts it sloppily, barely managing to succeed, the level of the resulting spell will be 3. However, if a professional enchanter were to optimize it and cast it as best as he can, the same spell might be several levels higher, e.g. reach level 6.
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Seeing their hunched backs and heads almost pressing together, even an idiot would be able to tell that they were up to no good, let alone Elaru who had spent the majority of her life beating up scoundrels.
In the end, they could barely sit still and couldn¡¯t help occasionally rubbing their hands greedily.
Faces thicker than the city walls!
Elaru¡¯s vision turned dark.
As Kiel stared at the chaos, his mouth dropped open, his pupils dilated and his mind stalled.
Episode 138 – Bad Luck
Previously:
It¡¯s Friday, the last day of Muni entrance exams. It is time for the last exam of the day ¨C Special exam. Kiel shot himself in the foot ¨C as it turns out, the Spell Replicating exam was not designed to test Kiel¡¯s spell replicating ability, but rather, to test for a special talent that can only be revealed through the process of spell replicating. He is tasked to spell replicate several cogwheels and then given an intricate enchantment to place on star-shaped artifacts. After finishing enchanting the stars, he is given real Clay Mines to enchant.
On the other hand, Elaru is confronted by three old geezers who are acting high and mighty and she shows them her spell breaking knowledge, accidentally provoking them into an argument on their spell breaking views.
Episode 138 ¨C Bad Luck
After the three old men settled their argument (or rather, they got tired of arguing), they brought out several more artifacts for Elaru to break, each one trickier than the last.
They stared with their maws gaping and eyes wide as she broke them with seemingly little effort.
¡°Is that all?¡± Only when her question fell did they regain their senses. They shared a look and then abruptly their bodies shook with what seemed to be sudden enlightenment.
With utmost effort they controlled their mouth from blooming into a grin, however, their excited aura gave their true feelings away. Still, they continued posturing. They cleared their throats and with an air of the wise, older generation they informed Elaru they needed to privately discuss her performance.
Thus, they huddled together like a group of bandits, set up a sound isolation barrier, and turned their backs to Elaru to conceal their crafty grins. Seeing their hunched backs and heads almost pressing together, even an idiot would be able to tell that they were up to no good, let alone Elaru who had spent the majority of her life beating up scoundrels.
Briefly, she pondered whether it would be worth the effort to concentrate her Aethernea of Sight on their mouth and attempt lip reading. But in the end, she decided against it. They didn¡¯t seem evil, merely a bit mischievous, like oversized children. And they didn¡¯t have any enmity with her, on the contrary, they seemed to be very satisfied with her abilities. They were probably thinking about which hard to break artifact to bring out next.
Meanwhile, under the sound barrier¡
¡°Quick! Where is the list of things headmaster asked us to break by the end of this week?¡± Mustache slapped his thighs.
¡°I¡¯ve got it right here.¡± Eyebrows hurriedly searched his pockets and pulled out a folded piece of paper.
Beard snatched the paper right out of his hands, wet his thumb with his tongue, and quickly unfolded it.
The three pressed their heads tightly together reading down the long list for several seconds.
¡°Are you thinking what I¡¯m thinking?¡± Mustache was first to speak up.
¡°Hehe, if you are thinking that we¡¯ll be hard-pressed to finish all this by Monday then yes.¡± Beard chuckled coyly.
¡°Indeed, indeed, imagine how much sleep we¡¯ll lose. This stress isn¡¯t good for our old bones.¡± Eyebrows added with enthusiasm that created a sharp contrast with the severity of his words.
¡°Might cause hair loss too.¡± Beard was better at controlling his facial expression thus he nodded gravely. Unfortunately, the lightness of his voice didn¡¯t match the heaviness of his face.
The three shared a knowing look and looked back at the pretty redhead. The more they looked at her, the more pleasing to the eyes she was. They turned back, their eyes unconsciously squinting.
¡°I¡¯ll supervise the young lass and cross things off the list¡¡± Eyebrows screamed dibs for the easiest task. The other two looked at him disgruntled but in the end, let it pass, they were in too good of a mood to be petty.
¡°I¡¯ll go search the cabinets,¡± Mustache added with eyes squinted into a clear smile, stroking his long white mustache.
¡°I¡¯ll go bring more stuff.¡± Beard volunteered, rubbing his hands together like a merchant who just made a lucrative business deal.
And so, what followed next was bringing out one artifact after another. Shelves, closets, and pockets, everything that could be overturned and emptied was quickly emptied, the contents piling in front of Elaru.
More enchantments she broke, the more excited the three became at the prospect of finding an artifact she couldn¡¯t break. Their faces went through several different phases: shock, admiration, reverence, excitement, glee, curiosity.
In the end, Mustache could barely sit still, rubbing his hands greedily. Meanwhile, Eyebrows couldn¡¯t hide the blissful look on his face as he continued crossing out items from his list with incredible satisfaction. Just as Elaru emptied the pile in front of her, Beard came back to the room with a cart full of miscellaneous stuff and resumed watching Elaru break one artifact after another with glittering eyes.
At some point the trio found themselves cheering and clapping as if they were three cheerleaders supporting their favorite airbalt team, the shattered remains of their dignity couldn¡¯t even be scrapped off the floor. Therefore, they decided to thicken their skin and go even further ¨C they kindly asked her if she was running out of mana, and whether they should visit the alchemy department to get a mana replenishing potion.
Elaru¡¯s eyebrow twitched at their feigned worry as she once again squeezed a polite ¡°No, thank you.¡±This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it.
Even if she did run out of mana, she¡¯d rather stop this exam than take a mana replenishing potion. It¡¯s not like these few meagrely points would be the difference between success and failure of her exams. And mana potions squeezed out mana that had seeped deep into the flesh and bones to nourish them. If used too often the prolonged mana deficiency would cause serious damage to one¡¯s body. Mana potions were something mages used only when the stakes were very high. Mostly as a life-saving trump card. Yet, these three old fogies actually wanted her to take one just to continue spell breaking?!
Luckily, the three old men were perfectly aware that spell breaking wasn¡¯t an activity with a large mana consumption, so they didn¡¯t actually insist on it.
After all, unlike spell casting, spell breaking didn¡¯t directly consume mana. The only loss was caused either by mana dissipating naturally with time, or mana dissipating due to the damage caused by the repeated collision with solidified mana. Thus, while spell breaking required the mage to have a large amount of mana available to form a dense mana construct, only a negligible amount of all that mana would dissipate after a single spell breaking attempt. Running out of mana was highly unlikely to happen. Fainting due to mental fatigue was a much more realistic scenario.
Fortunately, or perhaps, unfortunately, Elaru¡¯s mental fortitude was pretty high so she kept breaking and breaking, all the while longingly looking at the clock on the wall, hoping that it would tick just a bit faster.
If only time dilation magic wasn¡¯t far beyond her capabilities¡
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When the final item was crossed off from the list, the trio of old men was too drunk with glee to stop. One after the other, they ran towards their personal studies and brought back everything they could find. (¡°Eh, eh, how about this one?¡±, ¡°Oh, oh! I found another one!¡±, ¡°Ooooh! I lost this one ages ago.¡±)
And then they would once again watch and cheer on, gazing at the redhead with gentle eyes as if they were looking at their long-lost kin. Lovable, so lovable! The little lass was saving them days of hard work, who wouldn¡¯t find her endearing?
Coupled with the increasingly disturbing looks and the never decreasing pile of items, Elaru finally reached the edges of her patience. As politely, yet as meaningfully, as she could, she glanced at the clock and commented. ¡°We are running out of time. I am afraid I won¡¯t manage to break all of these.¡±
Unfortunately, the three old men had shed their dignity long ago, so they just looked at her comfortingly and reassured: ¡°Don¡¯t worry. We don¡¯t have anything scheduled after this.¡±
Elaru¡¯s face fell. You give them an inch and they ask for a mile¡
¡°I know you, three esteemed experts¡¡± Elaru squeezed out ¡°¡just want to test me to the best of your abilities¡¡±
The three nodded their heads appreciatively, showing absolutely no sign of shame or regret.
Faces thicker than the city walls! Elaru¡¯s eyebrow twitched, yet her voice still remained pleasant as she continued: ¡°But since I¡¯m sure your time is very valuable, I can¡¯t bear to waste it.¡± She didn¡¯t dare to give them any time to respond, firing another statement right after. ¡°So how about you pick the most difficult thing to break you have and I break that?¡±
And so¡
¡°How about this one?¡±
¡°No, no! This one is better!¡±
¡°You call that difficult?? Not only does this one have higher mana density but it also contains more spell fragments!¡±
¡°Tsk! The quality of mystification in this one is much higher than that one!¡±
¡°I¡¯ll stuff mana density and mystification down your¡! This one uses secret arcane magic that no one has seen before!¡±
¡Elaru¡¯s vision turned dark.
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Meanwhile, Kiel¡¯s professors were finally finished measuring all of the stars he had enchanted. Thus they gathered together to see the results, however, before they could inspect them, the old grandma¡¯s eyes flashed and she folded the paper. ¡°Patience! Let¡¯s inspect the mines first.¡±
And thus, another apparatus was placed on the table ¨C a silver box.
¡°Clay Mines are an important weapon in the Purge arsenal with strict quality control. A non-functioning mine could cost a Purger his life, thus the Purge check the quality of every mine.¡± The grandma patiently explained. ¡°This device¡ is a modified version of the apparatus used to inspect Clay Mines. It is enchanted with an enchantment higher in level than the enchantment on the Clay Mines and it will cause strong spell interference with Clay Mines.¡± While the old lady continued her explanation, the middle-aged man placed the example Clay Mine inside the box and closed the lid.
¡°When the apparatus is activated the two sides of the box will flatten the Clay Mine, and the mine will activate. However, due to the strong spell interference, the temperature increase caused by the activation of the mine won¡¯t reach the required level to make it explode.¡±
The middle-aged man twisted a switch under the meter on the front face of the cube and activated the apparatus. As the meter jumped and settled on a number, the old lady elaborated. ¡°The temperature of the mine will still increase, and the box will measure this increase to calculate the quality of the enchantment on the mine.¡±
The middle-aged man deactivated the apparatus and opened the lid of the box. However, instead of removing the mine, he placed both of his hands inside the box and kneaded the flattened clay mine back into the shape of a pebble. Only then did he remove the mine from the box and place it back into the briefcase.
As the professors busied themselves with measuring the quality of his Clay Mines, Kiel sat in his seat deep in thought. Why were they interested in the quality of his enchantments? Why were they measuring all these things? They checked the quality and speed of his spell replicating as if this was nothing more than a spell replicating exam.
But this was wrong! Weren¡¯t they supposed to be testing for some special ability? Did they really need all those numbers? What could those numbers really tell them about the presence or absence of a special power?
If such a special power manifested there should have been some obvious sign of it. Like glittering lights, pulses of power, or anomalies in the fabric of reality.
Yet, what were they doing?? Data mining? Were they looking for some kind of anomaly in the data? But what kind of anomaly could there possibly be? They were only measuring time and spell quality.
Well, whatever, they would probably explain these things for him, so he would understand why he got a zero on the exam. He should just be patient, since they didn¡¯t give him any more things to enchant, it should mean that this exam was coming to a close.
And so, the last Clay Mine was put inside the metal box.
The middle-aged man activated the apparatus and everyone eagerly awaited for the end of this exam. Unfortunately, things seldom go as planned.
For just as the box was activated¡
BOOM!
The ground shook and Kiel almost fell out of his chair.
The fragments of the box flew everywhere like snowflakes.
The hourglass on the table crashed on the floor, spilling sand on the carpet.
The professors rolled on the floor, their faces black, their hair all over the place.
White, mostly intact, papers rained all over the room, covering the furniture and the floor.
As Kiel stared at the chaos, his mouth dropped open, his pupils dilated and his mind stalled.
¡fu**! Don¡¯t tell me Elaru passed her bad luck onto me?!?
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The professors disliked him already for wasting their time¡ and now¡ he just hoped they wouldn¡¯t expel him from the exams.
¡°¡going to expel¡!¡± Kiel¡¯s blood chilled, becoming colder and colder with each word.
His heart thumped hard against his chest, each beat reverberating like a drum inside his head. He had no way out. They never left him a chance to begin with.
He was alone. He had never stopped being alone.
Episode 139 – To see the Light
Previously:
Friday, the last day of Muni entrance exams, Special exam. As it turns out, the Spell Replicating exam Kiel chose was not designed to test spell replicating ability, but rather, to test for a special talent that can only be revealed through the process of spell replicating. Kiel is tasked to spell replicate several artifacts, including Clay Mines. Unfortunately, an accident happens while testing his Clay Mines and an explosion occurs.
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For just as the box was activated¡
BOOM!
The ground shook and Kiel almost fell out of his chair.
The fragments of the box flew everywhere like snowflakes.
The hourglass on the table crashed on the floor, spilling sand on the carpet.
The professors rolled on the floor, their faces black, their hair all over the place.
White, mostly intact, papers rained all over the room, covering the furniture and the floor.
As Kiel stared at the chaos, his mouth dropped open, his pupils dilated and his mind stalled.
¡fu**! Don¡¯t tell me Elaru passed her bad luck onto me?!?
Episode 139 ¨C To see the Light
Luckily, the silver box absorbed most of the explosion, so no one got injured. After several seconds of dizziness, even the old grandma got up to her feet by herself.
The professors shared incredulous looks coupled by sour faces and collectively glanced back at Kiel.
Kiel gulped inaudibly. The professors disliked him already for wasting their time¡ and now¡ he just hoped they wouldn¡¯t expel him from the exam. He wasn¡¯t even at fault here. Elaru caused so much more trouble and she was still fine. Surely, he would be fine.
The old lady, although the frailest, was the first to recover from the shock, she coughed awkwardly and made the scattered papers fly into her hand. Her action seemed to awaken everyone else and they huddled together over her shoulders anxiously, hoping that the papers were alright, praying that they wouldn¡¯t need to redo the test.
In fact, they were so worried about redoing the test that they didn¡¯t even take the time to tidy up their sorry appearance. They looked over the papers with black faces and hair standing up like it was a tiwi nest.
The grandma¡¯s hands shook. Judging by the paling faces of the examiners, things didn¡¯t look good. The results probably got damaged.
Before anyone could erupt, saying something inappropriate, someone erected a sound isolation barrier around the examiners. Just in time too, for not a moment later, one of them started yelling something.
Another one grit his teeth and glared at the first one. Granny was frowning, as the rest erupted into an insult-spewing clamor, giving Kiel sneaky glances from time to time.
Kiel¡¯s back was already drenched with cold sweat, they wouldn¡¯t take their irritation out on him, would they?
Yet, judging by their black faces¡ they were cursing him for sure!
Kiel anxiously concentrated on their expressions, hoping he¡¯d be able to lip read what they were saying. He couldn¡¯t just silently wait for their verdict! If he wanted a chance to defend himself, at least he ought to know which ones were cursing him and which ones were reprimanding the cursing ones!
Unfortunately, the little words that he managed to recognize with his poor lip-reading attempts weren¡¯t enough for him to make sense of the conversation.
¡°¡ go off¡ theoretical limit¡ is unlikely¡ artifacts malfunctioning¡ impossible¡ data¡ perhaps¡ wrong¡ ability¡ ¡±
The more they argued, the more shaken they seemed to be.
¡°¡already¡ 3¡ not talented¡ personal¡ not willing¡ going to expel¡¡±
Kiel¡¯s blood chilled, becoming colder and colder with each word.
Finally, just as Kiel was about to become a popsicle, the grandma opened her mouth and strictly said something that made everyone shut up. (¡°¡argue¡later¡±)
She glared at each and every one of them daring them to say something else. Her look was so intimidating that not one of them managed to hold her gaze.
And thus, the matter seemed to be temporarily settled.
The sound barrier was removed, and all pairs of eyes looked towards Kiel. He could almost feel their gazes poking holes into him. They looked at him as if he was a piece of meat on the chopping board, like they were a pack of hungry lupaxes staring at a little meep.
He barely restrained himself from stepping back in fright.
The grandma coughed, her eyebrow twitching. She reached into her robe and pulled out a smoking pipe. It seemed like she had been restraining herself from smoking for the duration of the exam, but the recent explosion was too much for her to handle. She needed her pipe to relieve the stress.
Her deep inhale broke the dense veil of silence covering the room.
After several seconds of stillness, her closed eyes snapped open and she reached into her robe once again, this time pulling out a small jewelry box.This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it.
She flicked her hand and an empty piece of paper, followed by a pen, came flying towards Kiel¡¯s desk.
¡°This is the last test we have for you.¡± Grandma declared solemnly before the jewelry box in her hand came flying towards Kiel as well.
Suppressing his fingers from shaking, Kiel grabbed the pen with one hand and the box with another.
¡°Your task is to sense the enchantment on this artifact and draw out its spell pattern as accurately as you can.¡±
The solemn gazes of the examiners made the atmosphere in the room turn suffocating. Kiel felt as if something heavy was pressing onto his chest.
¡°Do your best.¡± The grandma wished him luck, as if this task was his last attempt to redeem himself. The last attempt to show his worth. The last attempt to avoid getting expelled from the exam.
Kiel regretted signing up for this special exam, he regretted it so much his intestines turned green.
Slowly, he opened up the little box to reveal a small azure bead with a golden hook. It was either an earring or a pendant.
Kiel closed his eyes, swallowed down his saliva, and concentrated on sensing the enchantment.
And then¡
He almost snapped the pen in half.
For he realized that no matter how hard he concentrated¡
The enchantment on this little bead remained blurry.
It was so intricate, so small, so complicated, that his mana sense simply wasn¡¯t good enough to see it. Lines were too thin, packed tightly together blending with one another into blurs of various densities of mana.
He felt like a person who had taken off their prescription glasses, squinting with all his might to no avail.
He sat rigidly, his back drenched with cold sweat, his black hair sticking to his forehead, his already fair face turning even whiter.
His fingers almost dropped the jewelry box. He was forced to put it down and hide his trembling hands under the desk.
Ticking seconds stretched, every next moment lasting longer than the previous.
Kiel felt the eyes of the examiners burning holes on his body. Waiting for him to pick up a pen and start writing.
Yet, he couldn¡¯t pick up that pen.
Not because his fingers were shaking too much to write. But because he couldn¡¯t see.
He just couldn¡¯t see it!
His heart thumped hard against his chest, each beat reverberating like a drum inside his head.
He had no way out.
They never left him a chance to begin with.
Such an intricate enchantment¡ very few mages would be able to accurately sense something this small. He doubted that even they, themselves, would be able to draw it out.
It was now clear to Kiel that they were just looking for an excuse to kick him out. Their mind had already been made up.
Kiel opened his mouth gently, yet no sound came out from his throat.
What was he supposed to say?
That he couldn¡¯t do it?
That he couldn¡¯t see?
That he gave up?
Words of forfeit were something that just couldn¡¯t come out of his throat. It was as if his very existence was refusing those words.
He didn¡¯t have a special power. He didn¡¯t have an incredible talent. All he had was his perseverance.
All he had was built upon never giving up.
Even when he knew that it was hopeless, that he couldn¡¯t do it, he still couldn¡¯t say those words.
His entire mind, entire will concentrated on that little azure bead. As if doing so could help him see. As if his will would be enough to make impossible possible.
His mind spun and spun in circles.
His teeth clenched, his nails almost cut into the palm of his clenched hands.
With every fiber of his being, he wished he could see the spell.
With every drop of blood running through his veins he wished his eyes could be like Elaru¡¯s.
He wished she were here, wished that he could hear her warm voice, wished that it could bring comfort to his spirit, wished that perhaps that melodic voice could solve his troubles.
But there was something inside of him that held him back from speaking to her. Like tight thick chains, binding around him, preventing him from calling out. No matter how he tried, he couldn¡¯t send his thoughts towards her.
He was alone. He had never stopped being alone.
Therefore, he stopped reaching out, returning to his empty and cold world, where nothing existed other than him and this infernal bead.
He imagined how this bead might look like in Elaru¡¯s world, recalling those vivid, bright memories Elaru had shown him, as if by doing so his gray world would gain color.
He didn¡¯t know if his heart got too tired and slowed down, or if his perception of time was getting warped¡
¡but everything in his world seemed to slow down.
He ¡°stared¡± at the pearl with all of his mind, stared until he felt as if his entire Mind would congeal.
Like he was forcing too much water into a bucket that was his head, making it on the verge of exploding. It was so painful, so tight, like an overly stretched balloon.
Time continued to slow down until the world stood still.
Turning everything into lifeless, gray, ice sculptures.
Even his blood seemed to coagulate.
Everything other than him and the azure pearl faded out of existence.
And then¡ in the darkest of night¡ a bright flash of color invaded his gray world, dazzling his eyes.
So many different colors wrapped around him, almost strangling him with the power of their presence.
It was only for a moment. An incredibly excruciating moment.
And then they were gone, like they had never existed.
Yet, in that brief moment, an incredibly beautiful image imprinted itself deeply into his memory.
And as he recalled it, he knew. He knew that every line, every pattern, every breath of color, it belonged to the azure bead in front of him.
He could see it.
The enchantment that had eluded him.
Before he even realized what was going on, that brief moment passed, and time started flowing again. His closed eyes snapped open to reveal the gaping maws of the examiners in front of him.
Only then did he register that his hand was gripping the pen tightly, finishing drawing the last lines of the enchantment onto the paper in front of him.
His eyes moved down to the picture he had drawn, and he felt relief flood over him, followed by self-satisfaction, glee, and excitement, setting his spirit free.
And right after that what followed was pain and exhaustion. He felt like he had been run over by a rampaging herd of girls after a several-days-long chase. Every muscle on his entire body screamed in agony, his head feeling like it would split.
He swallowed down a hiss of pain and slumped back in his chair.
The silence in the room was broken by excited exclamations of:
¡°This is it! No doubt about it!¡±
¡°Such accuracy! Incredible!¡±
And the examiners ran towards him, hounding him like a group of fangirls, squealing out exclamations of surprise, amazement, and praise.
Kiel stared at them dazed, weren¡¯t they going to expel him from the exam a second ago? What is with this sudden shift??
¡°I already called dibs!¡±
¡°And we collectively vetoed it!¡±
¡°You can¡¯t call dibs on a person!¡±
¡°Young man, do you have a master already?¡±
¡°Even if you do, it doesn¡¯t matter! I¡¯m willing to share! How about you join our engineering department?¡±
¡°Boy, if you are willing to join our spell replicating department I can take you as my only personal disciple!¡±
¡°Whatever he offers, I¡¯ll double it! Our enchanting department is a much better place to go!¡±
¡°Succeeding disciple! I can take you as my succeeding disciple!¡±
¡°Aya¡ I have a pretty and talented daughter your age¡ I know that the position of the main wife is impossible¡ but a concubine is fine!¡±
The examiners started to argue with their teeth bared, like starving hounds fighting for a fresh piece of meat. They even started tugging and pushing each other like a bunch of kindergarten kids.
And then it occurred to Kiel that¡
What the bloody meep???
¡he had absolutely no idea what was going on!
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¡°As you might already know, the professors in our university are required to mentor students, so it has become our tradition to look for suitable candidates to take on as disciples during the exam itself.¡±
A talented person, that person, it wasn¡¯t him. And he didn¡¯t need to constantly be reminded of it.
¡°¡there is no need. Thank you for your good intentions¡¡± Kiel responded politely.
It was very common for people to have a high affinity for a specific type of magic, being less talented when it came to using other types of magic.
¡°Did he ever find out the reason behind it?¡± Kiel cautiously asked, trying not to reveal his skepticism.
Episode 140 – Magic Talent
Previously:
Friday, the last day of Muni entrance exams, Special exam. As it turns out, the Spell Replicating exam Kiel chose was not designed to test spell replicating ability, but rather, to test for a special talent that can only be revealed through the process of spell replicating. Kiel is tasked to spell replicate several artifacts, including Clay Mines. Unfortunately, an accident happens while testing his Clay Mines and an explosion occurs. Examiners are thankfully fine but they start arguing with each other. They give Kiel a final artifact, whose enchantment he doesn¡¯t need to replicate but to just draw it out. However, Kiel finds that the enchantment is too small and he can¡¯t sense it clearly with his mana sense. In this stressful situation, Kiel manages to see a flash of light inside his head for a brief moment, showing him how the enchantment looks like. After he successfully draws out the spell design of the enchantment, examiners get excited and ask Kiel to be their disciple.
* * *
The examiners started to argue with their teeth bared, like starving hounds fighting for a fresh piece of meat. They even started tugging and pushing each other like a bunch of kindergarten kids.
And then it occurred to Kiel that¡
What the bloody meep???
¡he had absolutely no idea what was going on!
Episode 140 ¨C Magic Talent
Kiel stood gobsmacked and frozen, unable to make sense of the sudden twist.
¡°Enough! Don¡¯t you see you are confusing the poor boy!¡± The old grandma glowered menacingly, her pipe almost falling out of her mouth. ¡°Act with dignity! We are in the middle of the exams!¡± She berated, instantly quieting everyone else.
She puffed out a cloud of white smoke, glaring left and right, daring anyone to speak up again. When she settled her gaze on Kiel her eyes turned gentle. ¡°As you might already know, in our university, professors are required to mentor at least one student, providing them with their personal teaching, supervision, and guidance.¡±
Kiel already knew as much. One of the main reasons why all Muni graduates without exception were the leaders of their generation was because of the invaluable one-on-one tutoring of a Muni mentor. Most of the times, if mentors were satisfied by their charges, they would turn them into their disciples and put in more effort than required by Muni into teaching them.
And if they really liked their charges and wanted to continue teaching them in the future, regardless of their mentor/mentee status, mentors would take their charges as their personal disciples. Kiel had even heard many stories about Muni professors being so impressed by a student that they took them on as a succeeding disciple.
Just the title of a personal disciple of a master was enough to raise the status of the student in question, let alone becoming a succeeding disciple. There could be only one succeeding disciple to inherit the master¡¯s legacy and it was naturally a very sought-after position. The relationship between a master and his succeeding disciple were often times even closer than kin.
¡°Just as there is a tough competition between students for the mentorship of esteemed experts in a certain field of study, there is also a tough competition between mentors for recruiting talented students suited for their field of study. That¡¯s why it had become our tradition to look for suitable candidates to take under our wings as early as the entrance exams.¡± The gray-eyed granny took out the pipe from her mouth and let out a sigh that turned into a wisp of white smoke.
¡°My colleagues just got very excited upon seeing your talent in magic. Your weaving is exquisite, mana abundant, and even your mana sense is extraordinarily accurate. As such you are perfectly suited to join our Sapphire Division that specializes in magic theory related professions.¡± The granny glanced back at other professors giving them a death glare.
Usually, Kiel would have been very proud to have multiple esteemed experts vying to make him their disciple. In fact, the first half of granny¡¯s words did make him happy.
But when she praised his talent instead of his skill, all that satisfaction evaporated into thin air. Now, not only didn¡¯t he feel happy, but on the contrary, he felt sourness swell up within him.
For people talented in magic, magic would come naturally. They would learn it quickly and easily.
But would a non-mage ever be able to learn magic quickly and easily?
Of course not.
No matter how talented, one needed to practice magic to learn it. And without mana, how could one practice magic? A person with a lot of mana might be able to repeat the same spell thousands of times in the single day, an average person perhaps several hundred of times, a non-mage, several dozen at most.
If their talent was the same and they put in the same amount of effort, what would take a year for an average person to learn, would take a month for a person with an abundant mana. As for a non-mage? Ten years.
Mentioning talent in front of a non-mage¡ was equivalent to rubbing salt into his wounds. Even a godly talent wouldn¡¯t be enough to overcome the disadvantage of being born as a non-mage.
Thus, what Kiel detested the most was being reminded of it. Reminded of how much more effort he had to put in to walk the same distance as everyone else. He didn¡¯t need or want a constant reminder of the blood and sweat that paved his path!
And as if that wasn¡¯t enough to irritate him, the reason why these professors suddenly shifted their attitudes towards him was because they thought that he had a very accurate mana sense. Which again, was something he didn¡¯t have!If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.
It would have been better if they didn¡¯t say anything at all!
He wasn¡¯t sure what was worse ¨C not being appreciated for the talents he did have, or being appreciated for talents he didn¡¯t have.
Unaware of the irritation brewing inside the black-haired boy in front of her, the grandma harrumphed: ¡°But recruiting isn¡¯t the main purpose of this exam, and neither is magic talent.¡±
Kiel wasn¡¯t sure if her goal was to remind her colleagues or him. Most likely it was both.
¡°You¡¯ve been wondering about the purpose of this special exam, haven¡¯t you?¡± Granny¡¯s gaze softened once again, and her tone lost its edge.
Kiel nodded his head rigidly. Grandma smiled at him appreciatively and took out the pipe from her mouth to refill it. ¡°This story began almost eight centuries prior, with the building of D¡¯Arca¡¡±
Grandma let her words hang in the air while she put more Crystal into her pipe. Crystal that she was pouring in resembled coarse salt, white and glittery, but if one looked closer to it, it had a bit of a green tint to it.
Kiel didn¡¯t smoke so he wasn¡¯t all that familiar with the different Crystal flavors, but it wasn¡¯t hard to guess the type of Crystal from the rich scent, reminiscent of grass or tea, which was spreading in the air.
The middle-aged man took this pause as his chance to butter up to Kiel. Thus¡
¡°Here, your lips are looking a bit dry. This explanation will take a while¡¡±
¡he offered him a bottle of water that he pulled out of nowhere, well, at least Kiel didn¡¯t notice when and how he got his hands on it.
¡°¡there is no need. Thank you for your good intentions¡¡± Kiel responded politely, even squeezing out a bright smile through those dry lips. Grandma squeezed too, but not a smile, rather, she squeezed her eyes into a death glare, making the man retreat behind her like a startled tiwi. The fact that her pipe lit up with flames at this moment only served to add more intimidation to the picture.
¡°Ahem¡¡± She coughed, meaningfully, or it could have been that she choked on the smoke, Kiel couldn¡¯t tell.
¡°¡D¡¯Arca was envisioned as a modern, most magically advanced city. Building it required the making of countless magical components, artifacts, and enchantments. And of course, many enchanters and spell replicators to make them.¡± Grandma delved into the story.
¡°Lord Alann Farhice, as the leader of the project, set up a large-scale artifact manufacturing factory, hiring all kinds of different people with the only requirement being an ability to reproduce low-level enchantments. Enchanters, spell replicators, normal mages, or even people who weren¡¯t mages, he accepted them all with open arms, giving them a chance to turn their lives around.¡±
All professors straightened up their backs, their expressions showing great respect and even reverie for the great man that was Alann Farhice.
¡°Those that worked hard were rewarded and encouraged. Lord Farhice would even personally inspect the products and meet the workers. If he discovered talented workers he would even sponsor their study of magic.¡±
¡°A great man he was.¡± The middle-aged man nodded his head, looking as if he was ready to give the man a salute at any moment.
They would probably faint on the spot if they knew that the man they were praising into the heavens was¡ not as perfect as the books portrayed him.
While books praised Alann Farhice for his contributions in modernizing the society by making magic artifacts available to everyone, they failed to mention that his main motive for doing so could be summed up in two words ¨C saving money. What history books spoke of as a noble act of extending a helping hand to poverty-stricken populace had another name in Alann Farhice¡¯s book ¨C cheap labor.
Still, Alann Farhice might have had many questionable personality traits, but no one doubted his great vision, intellect, hard work, and humility. It was actions that spoke louder than words, and his actions never failed to make the future brighter to everyone involved.
This story that the granny continued to narrate was no exception.
Apparently, after many months of production, on one of his inspections, Alann Farhice discovered several artifacts whose enchantments deviated from his original design. The curious thing was that the mana density of those enchantments wasn¡¯t as high as the original, yet their performance was higher than the original!
Alann Farhice, while not a mage himself due to the lack of mana, was still one of the most accomplished spell designers and inscriptionists. His spell designs weren¡¯t something that anyone could just casually improve.
When he went to meet with the workers that had improved his spell design, he realized they were uneducated peasants who had no knowledge of magic theory. In fact, they didn¡¯t even realize that they had managed to produce several artifacts whose enchantments were of higher quality than the original, let alone know how it happened.
They weren¡¯t particularly skilled at weaving magic, and their talent didn¡¯t seem that high either, their improvement speed just average.
Thus, Alann concluded that their ¡°handwriting¡± was just coincidentally very suited for the enchantments they were doing which ended up inadvertently creating several enchantments that were better than the original. After all, it wasn¡¯t strange for people to have a special affinity for a specific type of magic.
And thus, Alann Farhice rewarded the workers for their contribution by promoting them to do better-payed enchantments.
However, after some more time passed, these same workers, somehow, again managed to improve the new enchantment they had been given to replicate.
Once could have been a coincidence, but twice? Unlikely!
Was it possible that these people had a special affinity for two completely different enchantments? It didn¡¯t seem likely.
Alann decided to look into this matter more thoroughly and soon he noticed several peculiarities. These people all had below average amount of mana so the number of enchantments they were able to do daily was several times lower than average. Yet, their improvement with each spell cast was several times higher than average, meaning that they were actually rather talented in magic.
The reason why their talent wasn¡¯t discovered earlier was because, due to them doing fewer enchantments, the time it took for them to improve was the same as average people making them not stand out at all.
It wasn¡¯t that these people had a special affinity towards those enchantments in particular but that their talent was extraordinary, to begin with. It was only natural that mages with great talent for magic could improve their spellcasting abilities quickly through repeatedly using magic.
Anyone else would have dropped the matter at this point, but Alann Farhice didn¡¯t do so. Something didn¡¯t feel right to him.
Looking at those new and old enchantments, he had asked the workers: ¡°Why has your ¡®handwriting¡¯ changed?¡±
Their answers were surprisingly similar ¨C they felt it would be better ¡°this way¡±. They followed their own intuition when it came to weaving the enchantment.
Do talented mages have a strong intuition when it comes to casting magic? ¨C Alann pondered. But if that was the case, then why was it that mages with even greater talent than those workers needed years of experience to improve their spells?
This intuition, sense of right and wrong, what is better and worse ¨C it wasn¡¯t something granted by talent, but rather, experience!
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¡°A lot of examinees with good spell weaving skills are tempted by the prospect of extra points so many apply for this exam every year.¡± Grandma responded vaguely. Kiel almost choked on his own saliva. Wasn¡¯t he one of those examinees?!
Kiel felt that he was missing a piece of a puzzle. Something wasn¡¯t quite right.
Perhaps it was some kind of Aethernea he hadn¡¯t been aware of? Not that he was knowledgeable in this area, he had only heard rumors of three, perhaps four, Aetherneal gifts, and knew nothing more about it. Still, he had every intention to fix this lack of knowledge as soon as he got access to Muni library. And knowing the names of those Aetherneal gifts was a good place to start.
This time it was Kiel¡¯s turn to start coughing, for he almost choked on his own spit. Good thing he refused that bottle of water. Had he been drinking it now, he¡¯d be spewing it straight into the faces of the examiners.
Episode 141 – IPOMQ
Previously:
Friday, the last day of Muni entrance exams, Special exam. As it turns out, the Spell Replicating exam Kiel chose was not designed to test spell replicating ability, but rather, to test for a special talent that can only be revealed through the process of spell replicating. Kiel is tasked to spell replicate several artifacts, including Clay Mines. Unfortunately, an accident happens while testing his Clay Mines and an explosion occurs. Examiners are thankfully fine but they start arguing with each other. They give Kiel a final artifact, whose enchantment he doesn¡¯t need to replicate but to just draw it out. However, Kiel finds that the enchantment is too small and he can¡¯t sense it clearly with his mana sense. In this stressful situation, Kiel manages to see a flash of light inside his head for a brief moment, showing him how the enchantment looks like. After he successfully draws out the spell design of the enchantment, examiners get excited and ask Kiel to be their disciple. Kiel is confused and they explain how professors in Muni are required to mentor students and start telling him the story of Alann Farhice and how he discovered a special ability.
* * *
Anyone else would have dropped the matter at this point, but Alann Farhice didn¡¯t do so. Something didn¡¯t feel right to him.
Looking at those new and old enchantments, he had asked the workers: ¡°Why has your ¡®handwriting¡¯ changed?¡±
Their answers were surprisingly similar ¨C they felt it would be better ¡°this way¡±. They followed their own intuition when it came to weaving the enchantment.
Do talented mages have a strong intuition when it comes to casting magic? ¨C Alann pondered. But if that was the case, then why was it that mages with even greater talent than those workers needed years of experience to improve their spells?
This intuition, sense of right and wrong, what is better and worse ¨C it wasn¡¯t something granted by talent, but rather, experience!
Episode 141 ¨C IPOMQ
Experienced mages could estimate the quality of the spell by its mana density and weaved pattern, but they had to base this on its similarity to the officially accepted spell pattern. Only if they had used the spell countless times would they be able to develop a sense of quality for their spells beyond the confines of the widely accepted spell pattern.
Quality was not something mages could inherently sense, it was something they estimated based on their previous experiences in using the spell!
These workers shouldn¡¯t even be able to gauge the quality of the spell let alone develop this ¡°intuition¡± for they had never used the enchantments they created! They didn¡¯t even know what these enchantments did!
And then Alann came to a startling realization ¨C could it be that these workers have a special ability that allows them to sense the quality of the spells they had created, without needing to use them or accumulate experience? Some kind of inner meter of spell quality?
Alann¡¯s conjecture turned out to be correct. Those workers could pick up an enchantment they had never seen before, weave it a couple of times and intuitively feel which one of their attempts was the highest in quality, no matter how minuscule the difference.
Kiel internally sighed seeing the excited examiners as they were talking about this discovery.
If you asked him, this power didn¡¯t seem all that useful. It could help one evaluate oneself, and make fewer mistakes, but in the end, without hard work and talent, one¡¯s ability as a mage wouldn¡¯t improve much. It was like a sense of aesthetics, just being able to tell that a picture was pretty wouldn¡¯t give you the ability to paint a pretty picture.
For goodness sake, he¡¯d been constantly improving too and didn¡¯t need a special power to do it. If he had such a useless power, he¡¯d trade it for more mana in a heartbeat. Even higher magic talent would be far more useful.
Alas, the professors didn¡¯t share his view. In their opinion, getting hold of a talented mage with such a power could help move magic research forwards by decades, perhaps even centuries.
As current magic was already extremely optimized, improving it further was near impossible. Not being able to tell whether the change was an improvement or not without extensive testing certainly played a large role in hindering further magic development. So, a person who could instantly tell whether the change was an improvement or not would be invaluable.
¡°Over all these years, how many people with such an ability did you manage to find?¡± Kiel couldn¡¯t help but ask.
¡°A lot of examinees with good spell weaving skills are tempted by the prospect of extra points so many apply for this exam every year.¡± Grandma responded vaguely.
Kiel almost choked on his own saliva. Wasn¡¯t he one of those examinees?!
¡°Oh. Then you must have found quite a few¡¡± Kiel¡¯s eyebrow continued to uncontrollably twitch.
¡°A couple, a couple.¡± The grandma coughed awkwardly.
So, basically, no one? Kiel stared at them, clear pity oozing out of his blue eyes.
Recognizing the pity in Kiel¡¯s gaze, the middle-aged man couldn¡¯t help but speak up in defense. ¡°The problem is that we have no sure way of detecting such a power!¡±
Kiel rubbed his chin. He almost suggested for them to just make the examinees sign a truth contract and ask them if they can accurately sense the spell quality of cast spells. But then he remembered that people with this ability didn¡¯t even realize they had it, otherwise Alann Farhice wouldn¡¯t be the first to discover it.
These people were just like everyone else, following their own subtle intuition when it comes to learning magic. How could they possibly know that their ¡®feeling¡¯ was actually a special power? They probably didn¡¯t even realize that they were subconsciously changing their own spellwork based on sensed spell quality.Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.
In the end, Kiel settled for asking: ¡°How about giving the examiners two similar spell designs and asking them which one is of higher quality? Wouldn¡¯t they be able to tell?¡±
Grandma sighed sadly. ¡°For some reason, their ¡°intuition¡± only works if they had cast both spells themselves. However, how many people have the spell weaving capability to perfectly copy a spell design? There would always be differences from the original, and this difference might change the result of the test. The test wouldn¡¯t be reliable.
Since we are limited by time and the examinees are limited by the size of their mana pool, the prerequisite alone for us to be able to detect this power is hard to satisfy. The examinee in question has to possess a very precise mana control so that his first attempt at weaving is already very close to the original spell design. The examinee also needs to have a high magic talent, so that a clear improvement in spellwork would show in only couple of dozen replications.¡±
No wonder they didn¡¯t find anyone. Kiel was speechless. It was impressive that they even bothered to keep such an inefficient, useless exam for all these years.
But wait¡ Kiel¡¯s heart skipped a beat. If they had low hopes of finding anyone, to begin with, why would they be so agitated earlier when they had found out he was a fraud? Even talking about expelling him? If he hadn¡¯t shown his ¡®exceptional¡¯ mana sense accuracy they might have even kicked him out.
Kiel felt that he was missing a piece of a puzzle. Something wasn¡¯t quite right.
But in the end, he decided to not question the examiners further, least he provoked their ire again. Also, he should probably get lost before they remembered their intentions of recruiting him. He wasn¡¯t sure what field of study he wanted to pursue but the theory of magic wasn¡¯t on top of his list.
¡°I see.¡± Kiel looked at the examiners gratefully. ¡°Thank you for taking the time to explain this to me.¡±
¡°It is our duty.¡± Granny refused his thanks, waving her pipe at him dismissively.
Kiel smiled politely and was about to turn around to leave when he abruptly remembered he still didn¡¯t know the name of this ability.
¡°Could you perhaps tell me the name of this ability?¡± Kiel inquired.
Perhaps it was some kind of Aethernea he hadn¡¯t been aware of? Not that he was knowledgeable in this area, he had only heard rumors of three, perhaps four, Aetherneal gifts, and knew nothing more about it. Still, he had every intention to fix this lack of knowledge as soon as he got access to Muni library. And knowing the names of those Aetherneal gifts was a good place to start.
¡°We call this ability ¡®inherent perception of magic quality¡¯, or IPOMQ for short.¡± Granny put her pipe back into her mouth for another whiff.
That name¡ Kiel stared blankly, his polite smile frozen on his face.
¡doesn¡¯t sound impressive at all!
¡ and the abbreviation¡
Kiel¡¯s eyebrows twitched. ¡why does it sound so silly¡??
¡°Alann Farhice named it¡ IPOMQ?¡± He couldn¡¯t help but blurt out.
In an instant, everyone¡¯s face turned a bit strange. Granny even choked on the smoke of her pipe and started coughing.
After several seconds of awkward silence, one of them spoke up hesitatingly: ¡°No¡ He called it ¡®natural inherent divine sense of magical order and alterations in reality without required knowledge¡¯¡¡±
Someone in the background coughed a strange cough that sounded like he said ¡°needs more work¡±.
The man continued ¡°¡ but the association of magic later changed it into IPOMQ¡¡±
No wonder they changed it¡ Kiel stared blankly. What a mouthful! And the abbreviation¡
His eyebrows furrowed as he combined the first letters of the words: NI¡DS¡MO¡ AR¡WR¡K
And then he froze, remembering the previous strange cough.
NIDS¡ MOAR¡ WRK¡?
This time it was Kiel¡¯s turn to start coughing, for he almost choked on his own spit. Good thing he refused that bottle of water. Had he been drinking it now, he¡¯d be spewing it straight into the faces of the examiners.
Kiel¡¯s face, too, inadvertently turned strange, mirroring the expressions of the examiners.
When both Kiel and the grandma finally recovered from their coughing fit, Kiel quickly broke the uncomfortable silence with the intention to flee before things turned even more uncomfortable. ¡°I am very sorry about the mine. I hope you will be magnanimous and not take it against me. There is no need to trouble yourself by redoing my tests.¡±
He intended to say his goodbyes next, however, when he looked up and noticed the confused expressions of the examiners his words died in his throat.
¡°Redoing the tests? Why would we do that?¡± Someone blurted out.
Not sure how to respond, Kiel could only smile awkwardly. ¡°Didn¡¯t the papers with the results get damaged?¡±
¡°Luckily, no. They are in perfect condition.¡± Grandma looked truly relieved. ¡°Boy, you have no reason to apologize. On the contrary, we should be the ones to apologize for the previous fiasco. We have been using this mine checking apparatus for too long, so the intensity of spell interference had fallen below permissible levels.¡±
¡°It wasn¡¯t caused by me?¡± He stared at the professors baffled, his long black eyelashes blinking repeatedly. ¡°But I could swear one of you mentioned expelling me from the exam?¡±
Only after his words were done did he realize that spoke his thoughts out loud. He didn¡¯t have the chance to regret it for the confusion on the faces of the examiners only deepened.
Grandma chuckled. ¡°Oh, I never said you didn¡¯t cause it¡¡± but before she could finish what she had intended to say, one of the examiners facepalmed himself in realization, interrupting her words.
¡°Oh! Expel! You must have heard Morloc mentioning that.¡±
Realization swept over everyone¡¯s faces, and the middle-aged man hurried to explain. ¡°I wanted to recruit you as my disciple¡¡±
The other man interrupted him with a humph. ¡°But I told him that he already had 3 disciples, so he couldn¡¯t give you the attention you deserve. I said I have only one disciple who is not talented. You see, I wanted to take you on as my personal disciple.¡±
The middle-aged man, who was apparently named Morloc, glared at the other man viciously. ¡°And then I said that I wasn¡¯t willing to let your talent be wasted following a wrong master. I am even willing to expel all my disciples if you¡¯d become my succeeding disciple.¡±
Kiel almost fell down, planting his face on the ground.
He had been panicking that they would expel him this entire time while they were actually arguing about who would get to take him as their disciple?!? What is this?! What the bloody meep is this?!?!
Why did he try so hard to detect that last enchantment if not to avoid expulsion?! He felt like the stress had taken away 5 years of his life!
He had thought they were mad because he was wasting their time when in reality they were just barring their teeth to each other to prevent anyone from stealing fresh meat from their mouths!
Grandma cod snort, coupled with her glare, quietened the bickering instantly. She turned back to Kiel and continued her previous sentence. ¡°Actually, boy, you were indeed the cause of the explosion.¡± Although her words were blaming him, her eyes held mirth instead of resentment.
¡°If your enchantment wasn¡¯t of a higher quality than the original, how could it have possibly managed to activate? The quality of your last Clay Mine went beyond the theoretical limit.¡±
¡
Kiel stared at the grandma blankly.
For full 10 seconds.
Before he managed to produce a response:
¡°Huh?!?¡±
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Kiel opened his mouth several times like a fish out of water. After his frozen mind managed to recovered from the damage enough to form words, he managed to speak out: ¡°What about the azure bead?¡±
Kiel¡¯s entire body froze, and he felt like spewing blood and fainting right then and there. What did he overdraft his powers for?? Why did he stake his life on this exam?!
He dug a pit and jumped in himself! In the middle of this deep, deep pit that he had dug himself, Kiel suddenly got an epiphany. He¡¯d better stop worrying about things out of his control and jumping to conclusions, otherwise, next time he might end up losing a leg by shooting himself in the foot.
Did this have something to do with Elaru and her Aethernea of Sight? Was he able to borrow it through the Aetherneal bond?
Elaru sat in her seat with a wooden expression, watching the trio of old men almost getting physical with each other.
Episode 142 – Mere decade
Previously:
Friday, the last day of Muni entrance exams, Special exam. As it turns out, the Spell Replicating exam Kiel chose was not designed to test spell replicating ability, but rather, to test for a special talent that can only be revealed through the process of spell replicating. Kiel is tasked to spell replicate several artifacts, including Clay Mines. Unfortunately, an accident happens while testing his Clay Mines and an explosion occurs. Examiners are thankfully fine but they start arguing with each other. They give Kiel a final artifact, whose enchantment he doesn¡¯t need to replicate but to just draw it out. However, Kiel finds that the enchantment is too small and he can¡¯t sense it clearly with his mana sense. In this stressful situation, Kiel manages to see a flash of light inside his head for a brief moment, showing him how the enchantment looks like. After he successfully draws out the spell design of the enchantment, examiners get excited and ask Kiel to be their disciple. Kiel is confused and they explain how professors in Muni are required to mentor students and start telling him the story of Alann Farhice and how he discovered a special ability IPOMQ which alows the user to feel the difference in spell quality of spells cast.
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¡°If your enchantment wasn¡¯t of a higher quality than the original, how could it have possibly managed to activate? The quality of your last Clay Mine went beyond the theoretical limit.¡±
¡
Kiel stared at the grandma blankly.
For full 10 seconds.
Before he managed to produce a response:
¡°Huh?!?¡±
Episode 142 ¨C Mere decade
Seeing Kiel¡¯s half-petrified half-gobsmacked expression, grandma couldn¡¯t hold her mirth in any longer and she burst out laughing. ¡°Why did you think we spent all this time talking about IPOMQ?¡±
The other examiners also joined in the laughter. ¡°Why did you think we were so excited? Even fighting over recruiting you?¡±
¡°Of course, it¡¯s because you are one of those people with IPOMQ!¡±
Kiel felt as if lightning struck him from the clear skies. His mind in disarray, all he could do was stare dumbly at the laughing professors in front of him.
After they were done laughing, Kiel was still standing in dumbfounded silence, but hey, at least he tried to break it ¨C he opened his mouth to say ¡°Impossible! How could I not know I had such an ability?¡±, but then, he realized that the examiners had already explained the reasons why he would be unaware. Therefore, he closed his mouth without saying a word.
Still, he could hardly accept this turn of events. How could there be such a coincidence? He applied mistakenly for this special exam and it just so happened that he actually had such a talent?
Him? A non-mage? He actually had a special sensitivity towards magic quality? Could this get any more absurd?
He didn¡¯t dare get his hopes up, so he shook his head, smiled wryly, and finally uttered words: ¡°You said yourself that this power is hard to test for. And the measuring apparatus is aged, it might be malfunctioning¡¡±
¡°One might be, but not all of them!¡± Granny shook the stack of papers in her hands. ¡°You¡¯ve got impossibly high numbers in all of the tests. It isn¡¯t that there is something wrong with the data but that the speed of your learning ability is off the charts!¡±
Seeing Kiel who looked like his spirit had left his body, the middle-aged man hurried to explain: ¡°The purpose of the first test was so that we could see your normal spell weaving style and how precise your weaving is usually, when you are not putting in special effort. It would also allow us to see your learning speed when you are concentrating on improvement.
The second enchantment was both intricate and mystified. It was given to you to test how high your weaving precision can reach. However, the main point of the test laid in the fact that the enchantment was mystified and had many places where it could be improved. If you were a wielder of IPOMQ, this is where you¡¯d have the most opportunity to display it.
You had the time to perfect your weaving and learn the most from your previous attempt. This should have resulted in you making several alterations to the spell design in the pursuit of quality.¡±
After the man ran out of breath, granny continued: ¡°The Clay Mine served only as a confirmation of what we already detected in the previous two tests. You didn¡¯t have the time to inspect the quality of your casting and adjust your weaving accordingly. However¡¡±
She gave Kiel a knowing look. ¡°¡you could still tell, couldn¡¯t you? The quality of your spells I mean.¡±
Kiel stood petrified, not even attempting to respond. Luckily, granny¡¯s question seemed to be rhetorical for she spoke up soon after. ¡°Even when you didn¡¯t have enough time to think about it, you subconsciously improved with rapid speed and changed your weaving style to better match the spell.¡±
Like a fish out of water, Kiel opened his mouth several times before his frozen mind managed to recover enough to form words: ¡°What about the azure bead?¡±
Unfortunately, the response he got made him deeply regret that he had bothered to ask. His mind that was about to recover from the suffered damage received another blow:
¡°Oh, that last one wasn¡¯t part of the special exam. We just got very excited when we realized you possessed the IPOMQ, so we were curious about the accuracy of your mana sense. If even your mana sense was incredible than you¡¯d be a godsend to our Sapphire Division!¡±
Kiel felt horrible enough to spew out blood and faint right then and there.Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.
What did he overdraft his powers for?? Why did he stake his life on this exam?! Why did he end up in this miserable state where every cell of his body was screaming in agony?!
He felt so stupid! He had totally misunderstood everything that happened!
He dug a deep pit and jumped in himself!
And it was in the middle of this deep, deep pit that he had dug himself, that Kiel suddenly got an epiphany ¨C he¡¯d better stop worrying about things out of his control and jumping to conclusions, otherwise, next time he might end up shooting himself in the foot and losing the entire leg.
Still, didn¡¯t such a realization have too big of a price tag?!
What should he do if these excited elders ended up spreading that he had a perverse mana sense?? He wouldn¡¯t be able to sleep in peace out of worry that his lack of an extremely accurate mana sense would be revealed!
Even if he wanted to accept one of their apprenticeship offers in the future, he wouldn¡¯t dare to, for they would surely notice he didn¡¯t have such an awesome mana sense!
Kiel felt droplets of cold sweat dripping down his back.
And what kind of shitty talent was this? IPOMQ, no, NIDSMOARWRK?
Elaru got the godly cheat that is Aethernea of Sight, while he got¡ NIDSMOARWRK? Where was the justice in this world??
This talent was something he couldn¡¯t even casually mention without feeling his face burn. What would he say? ¡°Hey, guess what, I am actually talented. I¡¯ve got IPOMQ.¡±
The first response he¡¯d get in return would be: ¡°What is that? A sexually transmitted disease?¡±
When had his life ever been so full of ups and downs?!
Alann Farhice, couldn¡¯t you use your great intelligence to give it a better name?!
And the worst thing was, even if the person in question could hear the soul-wrenching cry of poor Kiel, he would probably snicker and deliver a final blow: ¡°I admit, it ¡®nids moar wrk¡¯.¡±
Kiel had yet to recover his wits when the professors started shoving cards with their contact details into his hands saying things like. ¡°Boy, think about it and let me know if you are interested in becoming my personal disciple.¡±
Even the grandma stepped out to declare that she was the leader of the enchanting department as well as the head of the Sapphire Division ¨C the big boss of everyone working in the field of theory of magic, with only people above her being the headmaster and the vice-head of the university. (No wonder everyone listened to her like a flock of scared tiwi.) And then she went straight to the point and asked him to become her disciple.
Kiel ended up politely refusing all their offers, telling them that he had yet to decide which field of study he wanted to pursue. Only after promising he would definitely, seriously consider joining the Sapphire Division, was he allowed to leave.
Luckily, by this point, the training of the Rroda family kicked in and he managed to put on his flawless mask, concealing his turbulent emotions. Otherwise, they might have noticed that he had no intention of looking for them in the future.
At least not until he figured out what happened back then when he could see mana, and how he could make it happen again.
Did this have something to do with Elaru and her Aethernea of Sight? Was he able to borrow it through the Aetherneal bond?
And this IPOMQ, was this a talent that belonged to him or was it also something given to him by the Aetherneal bond?
If it was given by the Aetherneal bond, then how come those random commoners had it?
And if it was something he had all along¡
¡was it possible that there were other things about himself that he never noticed?
Thinking back on it, he had always thought that he had used hard work to make up for the lack of mana, but could it be that the reason why he managed to reach such a level in a mere decade was something else? Perhaps IPOMQ, an internal compass guiding him all along?
For the first time, those past years seemed like a short amount of time to Kiel. Could an internal compass really shorten the training time that much?
If a non-mage like him could reach such a high level with a mere decade of hard work and a bit of guidance, then how come very few normal people became prominent mages? Why wasn¡¯t everyone working hard for a better future, a better life? Why did everyone still put talent on such a high pedestal?
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Elaru sat in her seat with a wooden expression, watching the trio of old men almost getting physical with each other. Weren¡¯t they too simple-minded?
If each one picked a single artifact to spell break, the problem would be solved. Yet, the solution didn¡¯t seem to occur to them at all, as they argued like kindergarten kids over whose toy was better.
Indeed, talented people often had areas in which they were even more lacking than an average person¡
Elaru opened her mouth, intending to put a stop to their fight, however, a sudden disturbance within her interrupted her.
Powerful, chaotic emotions roiled inside of her, threatening to overwhelm her reason. What happened? Her heart skipped a beat, her consciousness wandering towards her soulmate.
From the start of this exam, she had felt several disturbing spikes of emotion, with the worst one arriving right at the start of the exam. She had thought Kiel¡¯s mood had already reached rock bottom back then, but apparently, he could go even lower.
For an icecube, your insides are pretty squishy, aren¡¯t they? She furrowed her eyebrows, her teal eyes revealing helplessness and worry. Concealing all that emotion all the time must be really tiring.
That initial dip in mood could be attributed to nervousness and grumpy examiners, but what was this chaos? With Kiel¡¯s abilities, what kind of problems could he have run into?
Don¡¯t tell me he got poisoned again? ¨C was the first thing she thought of, but then she remembered that she had been keeping an eye on him and no one suspicious had gotten near him, let alone touched him.
His form was still inside her field of view, sitting inside the classroom, seemingly inspecting an artifact.
Her mind reached over, attempting to connect with his. She couldn¡¯t talk to him; however, she could use her own emotions to help soothe his, like she had been doing from the start.
Her purpose had always been to be the light. She had an abundance of positivity, more than enough for both of them.
At least that¡¯s what she thought until she felt another wave of emotions raise within her and for a moment, she completely lost her sense of direction, forgetting that she too was in the middle of the exam.
Desperation, helplessness, fear.
Like a swarm of bloodmites they nibbled on her light, infecting it with pain and worry.
Yet that feeling wasn¡¯t even the worst of it.
No. The one thing that hurt the most was that she could feel him reaching out towards her, yet she couldn¡¯t touch him, couldn¡¯t grasp his extended hand.
She couldn¡¯t flash him a smile. She couldn¡¯t tell him that everything would be alright. She couldn¡¯t wake him up from his nightmare.
All she wanted to do was to embrace his consciousness, enveloping it in warmth.
Yet she couldn¡¯t.
The anti-cheating magical contract that they had been forced to sign stood like a thick wall between them, preventing them from communicating in the middle of an exam.
She felt him falling deeper into the pit, slipping like grains of sand between her fingers, unable to be grasped no matter how much she tried.
Yet she wasn¡¯t willing! She wasn¡¯t willing to stand by helplessly! She wasn¡¯t willing to watch him struggle alone in the darkness of night.
¡°Anti-cheating contract.¡± She felt herself saying with steely conviction. ¡°This is the last exam and there is no need for it any longer. No matter how you look at it, it is the hardest spell to break out of all of your suggestions. So how about it? If you give me your word that I won¡¯t have any problems enrolling due to breaking the anti-cheating contract, I¡¯ll break it right now.¡±
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Beard slapped his chest spiritedly. ¡°Set your heart at ease! If you can break that, not only will I promise that but I¡¯ll even promise to hail you as my master!¡±
And as the entire picture stood in place, those fluctuating defects in reality showed themselves clearly like black ink on white paper.
After several coughs, she managed to swallow down the sweet, metallic taste that rose in her mouth.
¡°Why would a lovely lady such as yourself go for a couple of old guys when you can get a couple of healthy young virgins.¡±
¡°I swear, it¡¯s not what it looks like!¡±
Episode 143 – 5 stages of grief
Previously:
Friday, the last day of Muni entrance exams, Special exam. As it turns out, the Spell Replicating exam Kiel chose was not designed to test spell replicating ability, but rather, to test for a special talent that can only be revealed through the process of spell replicating. Kiel is tasked to spell replicate several artifacts, including Clay Mines. Unfortunately, an accident happens while testing his Clay Mines and an explosion occurs. Examiners are thankfully fine but they start arguing with each other. They give Kiel a final artifact, whose enchantment he doesn¡¯t need to replicate but to just draw it out. However, Kiel finds that the enchantment is too small and he can¡¯t sense it clearly with his mana sense. While Kiel is stressing out, Elaru can feel his panic and wants to help him, however, the anti-cheating contract they had signed prevents them from communicating.
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All she wanted to do was to embrace his consciousness, enveloping it in warmth.
Yet she couldn¡¯t.
The anti-cheating magical contract that they had been forced to sign stood like a thick wall between them, preventing them from communicating in the middle of an exam.
She felt him falling deeper into the pit, slipping like grains of sand between her fingers, unable to be grasped no matter how much she tried.
Yet she wasn¡¯t willing! She wasn¡¯t willing to stand by helplessly! She wasn¡¯t willing to watch him struggle alone in the darkness of night.
¡°Anti-cheating contract.¡± She felt herself saying with steely conviction. ¡°This is the last exam and there is no need for it any longer. No matter how you look at it, it is the hardest spell to break out of all of your suggestions. So how about it? If you give me your word that I won¡¯t have any problems enrolling due to breaking the anti-cheating contract, I¡¯ll break it right now.¡±
Episode 143 ¨C 5 stages of grief
The trio of old men almost choked on their own spit, their eyes looking as if they would pop out of their sockets at any moment.
The anti-cheating contract was a mass-produced item that wasn¡¯t of high production quality. Neither the density nor the quantity of mana used on it was high, making it last just enough for the exams to pass. However, the quality of the spell design, as well as the quality of mystification, was high.
Therefore, although any of the top-ranked spell breakers were capable of breaking it, the amount of time it would take them to do so would range in weeks. By that time the exam would have already ended. And even if that wasn¡¯t the case, it wouldn¡¯t matter. Every examinee that was detected not to have the anti-cheating contract active on their mind at any moment in the exams would be disqualified.
The trio of old men, if they joined hands, could manage to break the contract in less than a week¡¯s time. However, this little redhead was all alone, so even if her skills were on par with theirs and she had been studying the contract for days, she shouldn¡¯t be able to break it.
If she had the help of a spell breaker in studying the contract, the anti-cheating contract would have prevented her from even suggesting breaking it as a part of the exam, for that would constitute as receiving outside help.
Naturally, this suggestion of the little girl made all three of them very agitated. Wasn¡¯t this redhead making light of their decades of study? Fine, they had to admit that she was a genius when it came to spell breaking. They would be idiots if they couldn¡¯t tell that much. However, this idea was simply¡ making light of the entire spell breaking profession!
If a little girl could reach such a level in her teens then all of them three old men should just go and die.
And so, the faces of the trio went through all shades of color, black, white, green, purple, finally settling on an agitated red. The healthy flush contrasted sharply with their pure white facial hair making their faces seem even redder.
Eyebrows was first to speak out and the other two were quick to follow:
¡°Lass, don¡¯t make it hard on yourself. That contract is something even we can¡¯t break!¡±
¡°That¡¯s right, that¡¯s right. It is the highest form of a limiter spell the Arite family can produce.¡±
¡°Don¡¯t bite more than you can chew!¡±
If matters had continued going as before, Elaru would have still been able to endure their antics. However, right now, time was of the essence, Kiel needed her. And thus, her patience evaporated into thin smoke, her previously pleasantly polite tone turned solemn and authoritative.
¡°Do you give me your word that you will take care of any future problems that breaking the anti-cheating contract would cause?¡±
The abrupt change in the warm presence of the redhead startled the trio. Her imposing and majestic aura that commanded obedience made their minds sober up, their backs unconsciously strengthening.
Mustache grit his teeth and jumped on his feet, his palms slamming against the table. ¡°If you can break that, not only will I take care of the problems but I¡¯ll even be willing to hail you as my master!¡±
Worried that he would be outdone, Beard slapped his chest with enough vigor to cause him to have trouble holding in his coughs. ¡°Ha! Not only will I hail you as my master, I¡¯ll even throw in a tuition fee! Cross my heart and hope to die!¡±
Eyebrows also stood up and exclaimed with fervor: ¡°Set your heart at ease! I promise all that and I¡¯ll double his tuition fee! If I break my promise let the nine generations of my descendants be turned into porklings!¡±If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.
Elaru almost choked on her spit. Who would want you three old men as their disciples??
She shook her head but had no intention to waste any more words with the trio. Time was of the essence.
Like an endless ribbon, her Mind unraveled around her, just enough to reveal the anti-cheating enchantment placed on her mind.
The arcane enchantment spun around her like a silver hallo made out of countless intricate symbols, connected into a dense pattern. The symbols were decorated and stylized to the point where their original shape was unrecognizable.
Her eyes scanned over it, her mind spun trying to decode the hidden meaning, to calculate the position of the critical points. So many variations, so many combinations. Her mind was filled to the brink with symbols, pushing out every other thought.
Like a machine, she kept crossing over the possibilities one after the other with the highest speed she could muster.
Every time she felt Kiel¡¯s form falling deeper and deeper into the darkness, her mind would speed up.
She had to be faster, faster!
What was the purpose of her spell breaking? Why did she study it so hard?
It was all for this! To remove all limits and chains from herself and those she loved. So that no one would be able to control her fate and the fate of her loved ones!
The ticking sound of the clock turned into a slow beat of drums when it reached her long ears. The beats synchronized with her heart, or perhaps it was the other way around. Even the revolving halo seemed to be pulsing in the rhythm of the slowing beats.
It went slower and slower, until it completely stopped.
And the entire halo of silver light stood still.
It was not shifting, rotating, dripping, writhing, nor flickering.
No. It stood completely deathly still.
And as the entire picture stood in place, those fluctuating defects in reality showed themselves clearly like black ink on white paper.
Elaru¡¯s arms rose into the air as if she was a conductor directing a song.
The coat of mana surrounding her body, so dense that it almost seemed tangible, turned inwards on her, aiming for the center of her mind. Ten pikes materialized from the sea of mana, mercilessly ramming themselves into the silver halo.
A single collision. And the exquisite silver brand fell apart like glass, showering her with beautiful silver snowflakes. A cage around her mind tore as if it was made out of thin paper all along.
Her lips turned upwards.
She would finally be free to grab his hand, to speak.
Yet, just as she was about to reach out to him, a bomb went off in her head.
Her smile froze, her mind crumbling as if it had been struck with a hammer, as if she too was made of paper.
Her slim body slumped back in her chair, her pretty eyes turning clouded, unable to take in the beauty of the falling silver lights.
Her limbs turned weak, her raised arms falling lifelessly down.
Her dull eyes stared straight at the gobsmacked trio of old men in front of her, but she couldn¡¯t see them.
She didn¡¯t know for how long she sat there dazed, her consciousness running in circles like a headless cluckling. But by the time she came back to her senses, the darkness brewing inside was nowhere to be seen.
Her mind moved towards Kiel, and his glee and relief swept over her turning into her own.
Everything was alright.
It turned out he didn¡¯t need her help after all.
The smile that had long vanished from her face returned to it, more beautiful than ever. She opened her mouth to let out a breath she didn¡¯t know she was holding, but she ended up choking.
After several coughs, she managed to swallow down the sweet, metallic taste that rose in her mouth. And then she finally took in several large, fresh breaths.
Unfortunately, fresh air gave her no release, on the contrary, it stung her lungs like a winter chill.
Luckily, her sharp intake of breath was covered up by the louder sound of inhales of the three old men. All the veins were red and visible on their round eyes as they stared, their jaws open so wide that they might have gotten dislocated.
Eyebrows rubbed his eyes as if trying to rub the sleep out of them. Yet even after rubbing them to the point they started tearing, the scene in front of him didn¡¯t change.
A squeal resembling a porkling getting slaughtered cut through the tension. ¡°What are you doing?!¡±
Apparently, Beard pinched the skin on Moustache¡¯s hand causing the latter to jump up and screech. ¡°Checking whether I¡¯m dreaming.¡±, was his response.
¡°Why did you pinch me?!¡± Mustache didn¡¯t let up, his glare turning even more vicious. He then pointed towards Eyebrows. ¡°He has more skin on his bones. Much easier to pinch.¡±
The person in question finally stopped rubbing his eyes instead starting to wail: ¡°What have I been doing all my life?!¡±
Seeing his miserable face full of tears, the other two couldn¡¯t help but join in, like lupaxes howling at the moons.
¡°Decades of spell breaking! Only to be outdone by a little lass!¡±
¡°Why the heck did you apply for student exams?! Shouldn¡¯t you be applying for a teaching position instead?!¡±
It took the trio a while to go through all five stages of grief, which was fortunate, because Elaru needed this time to recover from the crippling pain that wrecked every inch of her body.
Finally, the trio wiped away their snot and tears and calmed down their breathing.
Eyebrows sighed and spoke up with a trembling voice that turned steady and commanding by the end: ¡°Girl, apply to join our spell breaking apartment as an associate professor!¡±
The other two nodded their heads in agreement.
Heatedly they stared at Elaru, awaiting her answer, only to receive a disinterested: ¡°Thanks, but no thanks. Spell breaking is just a hobby of mine.¡±
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One can only imagine how heavy of a blow her words delivered to the already fragile psyches of the three poor old men.
In a desperate attempt to recover from the critical hit, Beard squeaked out weakly:
¡°Then why did you apply for this exam?¡±
Yet, it was all for naught. For the redhead licked her dry lips, swallowed down her saliva in order to wet her throat, and then delivered a knock out hit: ¡°Easy points.¡±
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After almost coughing up blood (Spell breaking is just easy points for you?? Lass, could you not hit us while we are down?!), the trio of old men turned into frozen popsicles. And then they spent some time dazed, with mourning expressions and slumped shoulders.
Finally, after they recovered into a state a bit less miserable, they shared a helpless look.
And then they looked back at the patient redhead, who seemed to be waiting for something all this time.
And then it fully dawned on them what the redhead was waiting for!
It was as if a switch got flipped in their minds. Their dejected forms suddenly straightened, their eyes lighting up like torches, looking at the redhead as if she was a juicy piece of meat.
The three simultaneously bowed down deeply and yelled. ¡°Master! Thank you for accepting this one as your disciple!¡±
Elaru, who had been forced to remain sitting there, waiting for her body to recover, felt as if a lightning struck her from the clear sky. What is this?! How come no one ever asked me if I agree with this arrangement?!
¡°Don¡¯t you worry, master. I am a man of my word. I¡¯ll go prepare my tuition fee right away.¡± Beard rubbed his hands in glee thinking about what gem he had accidentally managed to pick up on these exams.
¡°Master, don¡¯t you worry about the seniority. I¡¯ll go talk to the head of division right away to make you an honorary head of the Spell Breaking department.¡± Eyebrows rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Better tie this one down before other departments stretched out their greedy paws.
¡°Hey, hey! Don¡¯t make such a decision on your own!¡± Elaru¡¯s protests fell on deaf ears. ¡°I am not accepting disciples!¡±
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¡°He is a bit young, but give him a couple of years and he¡¯ll be ripe for plucking.¡±
¡°Why would a lovely lady such as yourself go for a couple of old guys when you can get a couple of healthy young virgins.¡±
¡°I swear, it¡¯s not what it looks like!¡±
He jumped up like a lunar with his hair standing. ¡°Get off! Get off! What are you doing?!¡±
Episode 144 – Special Exam End
Previously:
Friday, the last day of Muni entrance exams, Special exam. As it turns out, the Spell Replicating exam Kiel chose was not designed to test spell replicating ability, but rather, to test for a special talent that can only be revealed through the process of spell replicating. Kiel is tasked to spell replicate several artifacts, including Clay Mines. Unfortunately, an accident happens while testing his Clay Mines and an explosion occurs. Examiners are thankfully fine but they start arguing with each other. They give Kiel a final artifact, whose enchantment he doesn¡¯t need to replicate but to just draw it out. However, Kiel finds that the enchantment is too small and he can¡¯t sense it clearly with his mana sense. While Kiel is stressing out, Elaru can feel his panic and wants to help him, however, the anti-cheating contract they had signed prevents them from communicating. So she comes up with an idea to break it as a part of her special exam and shocks the trio of old men with her ability.
* * *
The three simultaneously bowed down deeply and yelled. ¡°Master! Thank you for accepting this one as your disciple!¡±
Elaru, who had been forced to remain sitting there, waiting for her body to recover, felt as if a lightning struck her from the clear sky. What is this?! How come no one ever asked me if I agree with this arrangement?!
¡°Don¡¯t you worry, master. I am a man of my word. I¡¯ll go prepare my tuition fee right away.¡± Beard rubbed his hands in glee thinking about what gem he had accidentally managed to pick up on these exams.
¡°Master, don¡¯t you worry about the seniority. I¡¯ll go talk to the head of division right away to make you an honorary head of the Spell Breaking department.¡± Eyebrows rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Better tie this one down before other departments stretched out their greedy paws.
¡°Hey, hey! Don¡¯t make such a decision on your own!¡± Elaru¡¯s protests fell on deaf ears. ¡°I am not accepting disciples!¡±
Episode 144 ¨C Special Exam End
¡°Master, listen! I have many nice things I can add as my tuition fee. I even have a grandson who is single, you see. A son too, if you prefer mature men.¡± Mustache smiled widely, showing his sparkling white teeth that looked nowhere near his actual age. Beard¡¯s body shook, with his long beard waving left and right like a ribbon, he turned to stare at Mustache in abject disbelief: ¡°Shameless!¡±, then he spun around to face Elaru and added hastily: ¡°I have two grandsons. It¡¯s two for one deal. Think about it carefully. Marry one as a husband, get the other one for free. They are both handsome and healthy, lots of stamina. Well-bred lads, you won¡¯t be disappointed.¡±
Elaru¡¯s protests died in her throat and she stared at the trio dumbfounded.
¡°Look at how low you¡¯ve fallen. Humph!¡± Eyebrows snorted derisively at the shameless duo. He turned towards Elaru, proudly raised his chin, and spoke up: ¡°My youngest grandson is the best looking of the lot and has just reached maturity. What¡¯s more, there is no need to marry him, he¡¯d be more than happy to just warm the bed. I¡¯ll even throw in my great grandson as a freebie. He is a bit young, but give him a couple of years and he¡¯ll be ripe for plucking.¡±
Mustache almost pulled out his mustache in shock. ¡°Can you be any more shameless!! He is three years old!¡±
¡°Don¡¯t listen to him! He is just jealous that his grandsons aren¡¯t as good as mine. Too old.¡± Eyebrows smiled jovially at Elaru. ¡°Why would a lovely lady such as yourself go for a couple of old guys when you can get a couple of healthy young virgins.¡±
¡°Whose grandsons aren¡¯t as good as yours?!¡± Beard got agitated and pulled out his wallet. As soon as he opened it a long string of folded pictures unfurled like a ribbon. ¡°Look how powerful mine are! Look at those large swords! These are real hotblooded men! Fine mages too.¡±
Elaru¡¯s mouth twitched and after several attempts of stopping their argument she finally managed to silence the trio with: ¡°Thank you, but I¡¯m not interested in your grandsons.¡±
Even she was surprised that she finally managed to interrupt the trio who were previously completely ignoring her protests.
They were silent for several seconds looking like they¡¯ve swallowed a fly, before one of them finally spoke up:
¡°I have a granddaughter too.¡±
¡°¡¡± ¨C and that was the point where Elaru decided to just get up an leave.
Unfortunately, her legs wouldn¡¯t listen to her command, making her fall back in her seat.
Her lips pressed tightly together, not producing a single sound of pain, even though her usually strong and healthy body now felt like it was falling apart, as if it was made out of porcelain.
Ignoring the crippling pain, her eyebrows furrowed. What happened earlier? Why was her body in such a state?
She sighed, deciding to ponder the question later.
Expertly, as if she had done so countless times before, she cast Acceleration spells on her extremities, as well as one in the center of her chest.
Then she pulled on those spells as if they were strings controlling her as if she was a puppet. Since her legs couldn¡¯t support her weight she pulled on the center of her chest upwards, negating the effect of gravity.
Finally, she was able to get up from her seat and make her way towards the exit. And she looked so natural doing it too, the trio of old men didn¡¯t notice anything strange in her movement.
When they noticed her intention to leave they hurried over, pleading for her to stop:
¡°Wait!¡±
¡°Master, don¡¯t leave!¡±
¡°We don¡¯t even know your name yet!¡±
Elaru¡¯s only response was to increase her walking pace.
Trio sped after her but was unable to overtake her before she reached the door. So as a last resort, the three lunged and grabbed the only thing that they could manage to grab ¨C her legs.You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.
They intended to shamelessly hang themselves on her thighs like oversized children, not allowing her to take another step. Unfortunately, Elaru wasn¡¯t truly walking to begin with ¨C she was floating.
So, when three extra weights were suddenly added onto her, it was like a heavy anchor was suddenly added to a speeding ship. She ¡°tripped¡± and fell like a ragdoll with her arms stretched out in front of her.
Fortunately, her reaction speed was high enough, even in such a wretched state, so she managed to reverse the direction of her Acceleration and stop herself from slamming headfirst onto the floor. Her body had no weight in it at the moment of impact thus it was as if a feather fell to the floor.
Her fall didn¡¯t even produce a thump, which cannot be said for the trio behind her.
While they were still dazedly gripping her thighs, she moved her arms to support herself up and looked towards the classroom door that had just been opened from outside.
* * *
When Icya Arite told him that the three antiques of the spell breaking department still didn¡¯t deliver the majority of the artifacts they had been asked to spell break, headmaster Eruan Arite decided to pay them a visit personally.
He would have sent someone else to remind them, but he knew that the trio wouldn¡¯t take it to heart unless either Icya or he scolded them face to face. Unfortunately, Icya was too busy supervising the entrance exams, making the task fall to him.
Initially, he had intended to send someone to call the trio over to his office, but when he counted the number of people laying a siege outside his door, requesting to see him, he decided to abandon his post and make his way towards Sapphire Quarters.
Hopefully, by the time he came back, the crowd would have solved the majority of their issues themselves.
Naturally, Eruan Arite had no need to leave through the front door, lest the sieging troops outside stopped him.
Instead, he teleported away like a boss.
He was an Arite. Arites didn¡¯t waste their time walking and flying around like normal people.
By the gods, it would be awkward if he, the headmaster of the most prestigious mage university, actually walked across the campus like a student.
All Muni buildings had a specially marked area of empty space where arcane mages could set up their teleportation points and Eruan visited his regularly, making sure that they never ran out of mana.
And so, he popped up into the teleportation area of the Sapphire Quarters. Yet, who could have predicted that the first thing he heard after his arrival was an explosion coming from the fourth floor?
His first thought was ¨C Wasn¡¯t Deora banned from entering the Sapphire Quarters?
His second thought was ¨C For the love of Origin, please let them solve it by themselves. I don¡¯t need more people joining the queue in front of my office¡
Shockingly, when he scanned the afflicted classroom with his mana sense, he realized that Deora had nothing to do with this incident (Well, that¡¯s a first¡) and more so, the chief granny of the Sapphire division was present at the scene. Thus, he concluded he had nothing to worry about. There was certainly no need to interrupt their exam, situation under control.
Eruan let out a breath of relief and flew towards the Spell Breaking department on the sixth floor.
A quick sweep of his mana sense revealed that the three antiques were inside a classroom, apparently in the middle of an exam?
Eruan¡¯s eyebrows furrowed. Was there someone who applied for the spell breaking exam this year?
Well, judging by the time, the exam should be coming to an end any second. Eruan¡¯s eyebrows relaxed and he decided to just wait for the examinee to leave and confront the trio in the classroom.
Unexpectedly, 10 minutes later the trio still showed no sign that the exam was coming to an end.
Eruan¡¯s pale forehead creased as he considered reminding the trio that the allotted time for the exam had already passed.
After all, he was the headmaster, his every minute was very precious. Who would dare make him wait so long?
Just as he was about to knock on the door he noticed that the examinee was finally leaving, thus he stopped himself.
Yet, before he could even step away from the door he heard a muffled thump and several squeals.
His eyebrows twitched, and decisively, he opened the door with one hand while simultaneously knocking with the other. (After all, it wouldn¡¯t be polite if he just went in without knocking.)
The scene that entered his eyes made him freeze on the spot, his beautiful face turning wooden.
Four bodies laid sprawled on the floor. The three esteemed old experts were hugging the thighs of a young girl, looking miserable.
The poor thing weakly lifted her red head to look at him with a pale face and puckered her lush red lips.
Then she let out a tired sigh and swiped her thumb under her nose to wipe away her nosebleed before it reached her mouth.
The trio of old men also looked up, their faces stuck in between shock, embarrassment, and dread, but Eruan¡¯s purple gaze didn¡¯t move from the redheaded beauty.
Her large teal eyes were deep and calm like two pools of stagnant spring water. There was no place for surprise, pain, or fear in those clear eyes.
Eruan¡¯s facial expression remained calm and composed, however, inexplicably, he felt his hair stand on end. Unsettling, uncanny sense of familiarity. Yet no matter how he cycled through acquaintances with similar features, he couldn¡¯t find the source of the feeling.
The closest resemblance that he could pinpoint was the similarity of color to the eyes of councilman Zaal Etezza. However, the feeling their gaze left on him was totally different.
Being stared at by Zaal felt like being stared at by a poisonous viper. Yet, the gaze of this girl held no danger, no hostility. Just unreadable depth. Her aura also held absolutely no resemblance to any member of the Etezza family he had met previously. He was sure that this feeling of familiarity didn¡¯t come from the Etezzas. There was something, someone else¡
Eruan Arite stood still for a moment, his facial expression showing nothing of the confusion inside, remaining composed and calm. The thoughts flashed by in an instant, only several seconds of silence passing by.
¡°What is going on here¡?¡± Headmaster Eruan opened his mouth to ask.
However, before the words left his mouth, the three old men jumped up like they had been burned, with vigor that should have been impossible for their old bones.
¡°I swear, headmaster, it¡¯s not what it looks like!¡±
¡°It was an accident! Accident!¡±
¡°Nothing inappropriate happened!¡±
The three spoke up at the same time, fumbling their words.
The more they tried to look innocent, the guiltier they looked, and the more stifling Eruan¡¯s aura became. His eyebrows never furrowed, his eyes didn¡¯t become chilly nor reprimanding, he didn¡¯t even speak, however, his ramrod straight, elegant yet apathetic figure left one feeling like a child that committed a wrong.
Eruan Arite didn¡¯t need to do anything.
His presence was enough to inspire obedience.
¡°Who can explain what is going on here?¡± Headmaster¡¯s steady voice cut through the air, the unmistakable authority silencing everyone else.
* * *
After explanations and apologies from the headmaster and the three old men, Elaru was advised to visit the infirmary and finally allowed to depart. The trio wanted to protest but one look at that pretty face of the headmaster was enough to make them shut their mouths.
Papa once told Elaru that Eruan Arite was a smart man who could grasp the weaknesses of his opponents and hit them right where it hurt the most with exactly the right amount of force.
If outsiders looked at it, there was nothing inappropriate about his punishments, they even seemed light. Yet in truth, there was clever psychological warfare involved, making it something that the entire Muni faculty strangely dreaded.
She felt assured that the trio would receive their due punishment for taking advantage of her, thus she left the thoughts of the trio behind as soon as she closed the classroom door.
Without further ado, she erased her presence, wrapping herself in her mind cocoon and layers of invisibility. She had just flown several meters down the corridor, when her entire vision turned dark.
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The only sound that could be heard was her labored breathing. And the dripping of blood, as it rolled down her chin onto the floor.
Her mana vision had returned, and she could once again see the bloody red flower of flames staring at her from deep underground.
¡°Forceful activation of Aethernea has destabilized your vessel.¡±
She stared at the black markings on her face that were no longer black. They had faded out like an old tattoo, their black color washed out.
Episode 145 – Reunion
Previously:
Friday, the last day of Muni entrance exams, Special exam. Examiners give Kiel a final artifact, whose enchantment he doesn¡¯t need to replicate but to just draw out. However, Kiel finds that the enchantment is too small and he can¡¯t sense it clearly with his mana sense. While Kiel is stressing out, Elaru can feel his panic and wants to help him, however, the anti-cheating contract they had signed prevents them from communicating. So she comes up with an idea to break it as a part of her special exam and shocks the trio of old men with her ability. After breaking her contract she realizes that Kiel no longer needs her help and a backlash of Kiel¡¯s actions hits her. After the appearance of the headmaster Eruan Arite, she finally manages to break away from the trio of shameless old men, leaving the classroom.
* * *
Without further ado, she erased her presence, wrapping herself in her mind cocoon and layers of invisibility. She had just flown several meters down the corridor when her entire vision turned dark.
Episode 145 ¨C Reunion
Her mana vision blurred in front of her eyes, her mind turning foggy.
She stopped to lean on the wall.
The corridors were strangely empty. Strangely quiet.
In the deathly silence, her labored breathing was especially audible.
Even the dripping of her blood could be heard clearly, as it rolled down her chin onto the floor.
With her back pressed against the wall, she slid down onto her behind.
This time, she didn¡¯t bother to wipe away the trickling blood.
Instead, she reached into her pouch, fumbling through it for some time before her trembling fingers managed to take out a bottle of pills.
She flicked the cork out and stuffed a handful of pills down her throat as if eating candy.
Then she just sat, with her eyes closed, taking in deep breaths.
Her mana vision had cleared up, once again revealing the bloody red flower of flames staring at her from deep underground. Without an eye or a pupil, even for Elaru it was difficult to tell the focus of its attention.
But right now, she could feel its gaze clearly. It was almost prickling her skin.
¡°Those pills can only lessen the symptoms, not treat the cause.¡± A disembodied emotionless voice whispered inside her head. ¡°Forceful activation of Aethernea has destabilized your vessel.¡±
Elaru let out a long sigh before speaking out into thin air. ¡°Can you fix it?¡±
* * *
Elaru blinked her long black eyelashes furiously. As if trying to blink away sleep, to blink away the moisture in her eyes blurring her vision. She didn¡¯t think of whether her blinking would be effective. It was just a natural instinct of a person whose bright world had suddenly turned dark. An instinct to blink the darkness away.
As her own reflection became crystal clear in front of her eyes, her fluttering eyelashes finally calmed down.
She stared at the black shiny surface that was so clear it could have just as well been a mirror.
For a moment she thought that something went haywire, for the face looking back at her wasn¡¯t quite the same as she remembered it. It was paler than usual, looking even paler due to the faded markings on her face. Their usually deep black color was washed out, fading out, almost blending with her skin.
And then she realized that her current state was to be expected. Thus, she only sighed tiredly and wiped her hand over her face.
When she looked back at her reflection, her face had been restored back to its usual radiance, her markings looking the same as they always did.
* * *
Kiel had been sitting under this tree for an indeterminate amount of time, yet only after he felt Elaru¡¯s familiar warm aura wash over him did he wake up from his daze.
Only then did it occur to him that he had no recollection of how or when he arrived here.
He had been walking slowly, scarcely paying attention where he was going, his mind occupied with various thoughts. Out of habit he made his way to this familiar place and then he just sat there, not knowing what to do with himself, looking like a soulless statue.
Thinking about it now, he did have a vague recollection of walking here but the memories of what he was thinking at the time were much clearer.
Feeling Elaru¡¯s aura coming closer he let out a sigh of contentment. Her presence felt like a warm water bath on a cold winter night, instantly relaxing him and sobering him up.
He raised his eyes to ask her ¡°What took you so long?¡± but before he could do so Elaru lunged at him with her arms outstretched making his entire body involuntarily stiffen.
His head rigidly moved to look down at the arms circling his waist and the red head burrowing into his chest, and suddenly blood rushed into his head.
A second later he jumped to his feet, resembling a hissing lunar with its hair standing up. ¡°Get! Off! What in the name of everything sacred are you doing?!¡±If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.
¡°It¡¯s called a hug.¡± He could hear a murmur from the region of his stomach, the vibration causing a tickling yet electrifying current to spread from his navel to his limbs.
¡°I know what it is called!¡± He hissed, doing his utmost to control his volume. ¡°And I can¡¯t imagine what made you think that it would be a good idea!¡±
Surprisingly, this time her hold was unusually weak for he easily managed to push her away. And even more surprisingly, instead of feeling satisfied that he had managed to get her off easily for a change, he felt¡ almost disappointed.
It gave no sense of achievement if she complied so easily ¨C he reasoned.
¡°I thought that you might be in a need of a hug. And I wanted to remind you that you are not alone in whatever mess you¡¯ve gotten yourself into.¡±
And that¡¯s when Kiel realized that his earlier episode didn¡¯t go unnoticed by his little soulmate. ¡°Ah¡ it¡¯s nothing¡¡± His glare melted and he looked away to hide his embarrassment.
¡°¡what do you mean mess? I don¡¯t get us into trouble¡ that¡¯s your job¡¡± Kiel mumbled under his breath.
Elaru¡¯s mouth jerked upwards. Who was the one being chased by the entire Rroda family and even an assassin? ¨C she thought, but decided not to bring that up. Instead, she scanned him up and down with an unreadable face, yet no matter how good she was at controlling her facial expression Kiel could feel worry oozing out of her aura loud and clear.
¡°Is your body feeling alright?¡± She didn¡¯t wait for Kiel to respond before stuffing a bottle of healing pills into his arms. ¡°Here, I¡¯ve got some healing pills.¡±
Kiel looked at the encouraging smile spreading on her calm face, then he looked down at the bottle of pills in his hand, and his mouth couldn¡¯t help but twitch. Why are you putting on a nonchalant attitude when you are clearly worried sick?
Well¡ forget it¡ Kiel shook his head wryly; both his heart and face couldn¡¯t help but warm up. He looked away again, avoiding her large inquisitive eyes, yet his slim fingers unconsciously patted her red head. The feel of the silky red strands was nothing short of addicting.
Elaru stared at the side of Kiel¡¯s face, feeling his cold but gentle fingers on her head. A conflicted expression flashed briefly on her face tinged with sorrow, before she once again covered it up with a bright smile.
* * *
When Kiel mentioned his sudden ability to see the spell as if he was seeing it through her eyes, Elaru didn¡¯t have much to say about it:
¡°You should avoid doing something like that in the near future.¡± ¨C was her conclusion. ¡°It obviously puts a lot of strain on the body. It is possible that you forcefully activated some ability for which our bond isn¡¯t ready yet. I feel that our bond sustained some damage in a backlash. It¡¯ll take some time for it to recover to its previous state.¡±
That¡¯s when Kiel realized that the mana coming from his marking had decreased. And then he felt very, very glad that the mana exam had already passed.
¡°What kind of ability do you think it is? Is it possible that the bond can allow me to use your Aethernea as if it was mine?¡± ¨C he had asked her.
¡°Your guess is as good as mine.¡± Elaru had shrugged her shoulders and that was the end of that.
Instead of lingering on this topic, Kiel had continued his recollection, moving onto IPOMQ.
¡°This is the first time I¡¯ve heard of such a power. I don¡¯t think it¡¯s something granted to you by the Aetherneal bond. As for the possibility of it being an Aethernea¡ it doesn¡¯t resemble any Aethernea that I know of. But then again, I¡¯m hardly an expert on the matter. I am not even that familiar with my own Aethernea of Sight let alone others.¡± Elaru mused.
¡°What do you mean? How can you not be familiar with your own Aethernea?¡± Kiel¡¯s eyebrow jumped.
¡°Aethernea of Sight gives one the ability to see things others can¡¯t see. But not everyone who possesses it can see the same things. All of us get a basic boost to vision making our eyes keener than argel eyes, and all of us can see mana. But that is where our similarities end.
Some wielders of Aethernea of Sight can zoom in on their target to the point of seeing cells and tiny particles. And then there are others that have the ability to see through all illusions. Others still, can see through things¡ like walls¡ or clothes.¡±
Kiel¡¯s abrupt change of expression and unconscious covering of private parts didn¡¯t escape Elaru¡¯s eyes. She couldn¡¯t help but burst out into a fit of giggles. ¡°No, I can¡¯t see through clothes. And if I could, I wouldn¡¯t have used it to peep.¡±
After a brief pause to giggle some more she didn¡¯t forget to add another jab: ¡°Unless it was something that I can¡¯t control. In which case I would have already seen all your assets. No need to cover up now.¡±
A grumpy glare was her only response. That and him nonchalantly moving back his hands from his lap as if he had just been stretching and not covering himself up in a fluster.
¡°Actually, since I don¡¯t know what my specialty is, it could be anything. Perhaps I can see through things after all.¡± Elaru stroked her chin in thought and teasingly glanced towards Kiel¡¯s lap.
He barely restrained the urge to throw something at her face.
¡°My specialty is probably something that isn¡¯t active all the time but rather needs to be activated first. And I just haven¡¯t figured out how to activate it yet. Or perhaps my ability is something like increased range and accuracy of mana vision? I do have better mana vision than other wielders of Aethernea of Sight¡¡±
He hummed a bit and then shrugged. ¡°Aetherneal gifts improve with usage so papa has a theory that all Aethernea have the ability to evolve. That after they are strengthened up to a certain point, a new ability would become available to the wielder. He thinks that in its ultimate state, Aethernea of Sight encompasses all sight related abilities and even more. But because each wielder takes a different route to the top, they activate different abilities at different points in time.¡±
Kiel¡¯s icy blue eyes flashed with suspicion. ¡°Since wielders of Aethernea can activate a never before seen aspect of their power then¡theoretically, IPOMQ might be a power granted by an Aethernea?¡±
¡°Does your body heal at a rate visible to the naked eye?¡± Elaru blurted out.
¡°What? No.¡± Kiel turned to look at Elaru baffled.
¡°Then you don¡¯t possess the Aethernea of Life.¡± Elaru concluded.
Seeing Kiel¡¯s strange look, she elaborated. ¡°Each Aethernea has a basic set of abilities that every user possesses. So even if you had an Aethernea and awakened an unknown power as a part of its evolution, you would still have access to the basic abilities of that Aethernea.¡±
She paused again, scratching her head. ¡°Do you have an extremely keen sense of smell that allows you to track people and things after smelling them just once?¡±
¡°No¡¡± Kiel drawled. I¡¯m not a trackog¡
¡°Do you have frequent inexplicable feelings driving you to do strange things?¡±
Kiel shot a you-can¡¯t-be-serious look her way. ¡°Like what? Are you making fun of me?¡±
¡°I kid you not ¡uh¡ wielders of Aethernea of Fate are known for being¡ lucky. They have a keen intuition for danger and fortune.¡± Elaru smiled sheepishly. ¡°I suppose you would have surely realized if you had a keen intuition¡ How about hearing other people¡¯s thoughts? I suppose you can¡¯t do that either?¡±
Kiel threw her an annoyed glare. ¡°If I could hear your thoughts why would I even bother talking to you?¡±
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Kiel broke out in goosebumps. Forget it. Aethernea wielders are a bunch of weirdos¡ I certainly don¡¯t belong in that group.
Kiel didn¡¯t respond. He even momentarily forgot that Elaru was still messing up his hair with her pats.
What is this? I guess there is some compassion left in me after all.
Straight through the heart! Kiel felt like puking blood. Can you not be so direct?!
Seeing her flailing arms, drooping ears and aggrieved look that was an ultimate combination of cuteness and seductiveness, Kiel concluded that he had administered the appropriate punishment, and finally, regrettably, let go of her soft cheek.