Episode 06 The Devil’s Magic Class
Muriel and Rovelia were set to stay in court wizards’ quarters.
Although there was a portal where you could move from your home to the royal family in a second, it took many court wizards to open the portal.
It was more comfortable to stay in the accommodation than the portal where their high blood pressure was divided. It wasn’t comforting to know that Kaiton was living on the top floor of the same accommodation but except for the schedule, I wasn’t facing him all the time, so there was nothing I could say to refute.
“In the future, the young ladies will earn light magic.’’
Kaiton revealed his plan to find a saint the very next day. August, who had decided to help them, had not even arrived yet, but he did not care.
“Are you saying the saint is the one who won’t be able to use magic? I don’t understand”
Rovelia asked, tilting her head. It was very famously known that Sharan and the saint couldn’t use magic. It wasn’t impossible to do magic, but even everyday magic was hard for them to prepare. Therefore, priests were created to treat Sharan and the saint, and even protected their holy power from being used by others.
I can’t believe that I can’t use magic with so much Pasio. It was believed that God did not allow magic to protect the divine power of Sharon and the saint.
In order to use Sharan’s eyes and the saint’s prophetic ability, a huge amount of Pasio is needed, and magic was prohibited to use unless used it in strict ways.
Therefore, Kaiton’s words to teach magic to the candidates for the saint were hard to understand.
“If you’re a saint, you need a lot of Pasio and the power of prophecy. Both the young ladies don’t have either. So don’t we have to look for another way?”
“Another way… So you want us to learn magic, Mr. Crawford? I don’t think the saint will save the kingdom by magic.”
“But you two don’t have the power of prophecy, do you? So how are you going to save the kingdom? It’s possible that the saint that the oracle refers to is not the real saint, I want to consider all the possibilities.”
“I can’t believe a saint is not a saint… I didn’t know you liked to play with words, Mr. Crawford.”
Rovelia spoke obnoxiously, but Kaiton showed no sign of bending his thoughts.
Well, you have to have them take the magic class, even if it is ridiculous. That’s how we can turn to Ur’s sculpture by greed.
Muriel, who knows the contents of the novel, was not surprised because she knew Kaiton’s intentions to teach magic to the saint.
But that didn’t mean I wanted to take a magic class. Muriel, who learned magic in the novel, burned down Sharan’s mountain. And the price was enormous.
“Lady Rovelia and I are not talented in magic. And didn’t you say that my Pasio is so terrible that a third-level magic spell would turn me into a demon?”
“Then pray hard, Yong Lady Muriel. What do you know? Since she is a saint loved by God, maybe your holy power will come down further.”
This person is really…
Muriel was once again enraged at Kaiton’s charade of making fun of people.
“Spiritual power is just the magic of a white wizard. Is the chief wizard saying that magical power increases if you pray hard enough?”
“Even if you don’t have any talent in magic, you don’t seem to be neglecting your magic studies, Young lady Muriel.’’
Kaiton rolled up the corners of his mouth and shut up, but his next remark was clearly expected. He knew that and looked surprised.
Oh, my God, you little bastard.
Muriel was still uncomfortable and scared of Kaiton, but now he was even more obnoxious. He seemed to be a man who didn’t know how to speak without sarcasm.
“Yes, I do not lack intelligence.”
Since the appearance of Kalin Ur, the first Ur to push the world into chaos, black wizards have become followers of evil, and white wizards have become priests of God.
But they were just ordinary wizards. White magic only borrows power from the spirits of light and black magic from the spirits of darkness. That’s what they were born with.
Unless they were geniuses like Kaiton, most wizards could only learn one magic that matched their natural constitution.
How do you think people called black wizards are followers of evil when they know they’re just unlucky?
“Besides, I’m water type and Lady Rovelia is Fire-type, If both of us have to learn magic, shouldn’t we learn magic that suits our constitution, not white magic?”
“If you’re a hero who’s going to save Sharan, wouldn’t you rather use white magic? Besides, you won’t be able to learn advanced magic influenced by magic compatibility anyway, so don’t worry.”
“Ha…!”
“Of course, we will continue to make efforts to stimulate Pasio to awaken the saint’s abilities.”
“Is it dangerous?” asked Rovelia.
“I’m just letting go of the mana. If you give mama to the blocked path, you’ll know how to do one thing, whether it’s magic or the prophecy of the oracle. Give me your hand. I’ll show you.”
August came in just as Rovelia reached out her hand carefully. He strode in only after knocking briefly and as if he didn’t need permission.
“Oh, I’m late, aren’t I?”
August smiled leisurely, but took to the middle of the room as if he wouldn’t allow anything to process without him.
Eclum was the richest of the three, Dachini, Eclum, Pendragon, and August proved it with his whole body.
Earrings, rings, bracelets, necklaces, belts… There were expensive-looking jewels all over his body. Even then, small jewels were scattered on every embroidery delicately placed on the white clothes.
Every time August walked, the illuminated jewels glowed, and there was a clang and the sound of accessories crashing. No one seemed to think of him as a prosecutor. He looked more like a musician or dancer. He also resembled a fool who would play around with women on the street and waste time.
“No, it’s not, Eclum. I’m just getting started. Welcome.”
Rovelia quickly retreated her hand that had reached out to Kaiton and strode up to August to greet him.
“I’m relieved that you’re welcoming me. I was worried that I might suddenly appear in an unwelcome place and be hated.”
August said something that he didn’t mean refreshingly well. He didn’t look worried or intimidated at all. His smiling face was full of confidence that he would be loved anywhere.
“No way. I’m so relieved that Eclum is here with us. Eclum helped me a lot when I was at the Academy.”
“… it was a small thing, and you remembered it.”
“Of course, then August… Oh my…!”
She called August casually like a friend and covered her mouth with wide, rabbit-like eyes as if belatedly realizing her mistake.
“I’m sorry, Young Master Eclum.”
Rovelia, who blushed shyly and pulled down her eyelashes, was seen as a lovely girl who certainly welcomed her old friend.
Muriel’s insides began to twist again, even though there was nothing to look at.
“Again…”
Muriel carefully shut her mouth and took refuge by the window. I opened the window a little and breathed fresh air, so my stomach calmed down a little.
“Call me August, Rovelia.”
“But now you’re the young master of Eclum….”
“Before that, aren’t we classmates at the Academy? The formalities between old friends are just cumbersome. Don’t you agree, Muriel?”
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“No, I… Ugh…!”
We are not friends, so I wanted to tell you to speak formally, but my stomach got worse because I met Rovelia’s glittering eyes.
Muriel nodded inevitably as Rovelia approached and kept looking at her as if to hold her hand.
“I feel reassured to be with my friends. I was worried that I had to learn the magic of white magic that I didn’t expect….”
“White magic. What do you mean, Rovelia?”
When August stiffened his smiling face and asked sharply, Rovelia replied cautiously, looking at Kaiton. She looked embarrassed that she had unintentionally told on him.
“Mr. Crawford said we should learn magic because we might not be saints.”
“What are you talking about, Crawford?”
Kaiton’s face showed an expression of annoyance.
‘’All you need to do is support me well, Sir Elcum. I’ve already explained the details to the Young Ladies.’’
“Answer me, Crawford. I’ve never heard anything as absurd as a saint learning magic. Are you not going to carry out Sharan’s orders to find a saint?”
“Well… I’m not obliged to answer to Prince Elcum, but I’ll tell you since you claim to be the guardian of the young ladies.’’
Kaiton was pointing out that Rovellia was secretly handing over her work to August, but Rovelia didn’t seem to understand. Muriel was falsely accused of being treated as a child for nothing, but she said nothing because he secretly hoped August would win.
“It’s not the appearance of a saint that the oracle should pay attention to.”
“Then what are you saying?”
“The birth of a hero who will save the kingdom.”
“!”
That’s too much.
Muriel, who knew Kaiton’s plot, could only hear it forcibly, but August seemed to have a lot of thoughts.
You’ve been taken in by Kaiton’s impudence.
The room became quiet. Rovelia and August were absorbed in their thoughts for a long time.
Kaiton came to Muriel’s side and closed the window she had left open.
“Do you feel sick?”
He whispered in Muriel’s ear.
He noticed Muriel sneaking off to the window to soothe her sick stomach.
“No, I don’t.”
Her voice cracked as she answered, taking a step away from Kaiton. It was because I got nervous again without realizing it.
Was it fear? No it wasn’t. Even if the feeling of fear grew, it couldn’t be identified as that. It was more like the feeling of irritation and exploding anger. It was similar to when the survival instincts of a herbivore was triggered.
“No problem.”
“Is that so? Then let’s get started. Let us hold hands, Young lady Muriel. I’ll help you open your mana path.”
I couldn’t think of an excuse to get out of the situation. I was forced to take Kaiton’s hand. Immediately his magic came through his hands. It felt different than before.
I felt like I was in the water. The weight of water, which was light at first, became increasingly burdensome. I was getting out of breath. I felt like I was being swept away by a huge wave. There was no way to escape from the pressure of water pressing against the heart from all sides.
August came as Muriel exhaled her overwhelming breath.
“Take your time. Muriel is not used to magic, so it’s not good to be so forceful from the beginning.”
Kaiton glared dangerously and increased the amount of magic he’d poured into Muriel. A blue glow of madness flashed through his black eyes.
I was about to drown in his hostility.
Muriel held his hand tightly as she could do so. I didn’t want to show him any fear.
“Well…”
“Crawford!”
When he heard Muriel’s last breath escaping, August was startled and dropped the two. Muriel leaned against August’s chest and gasped in the field.
“Oh, my. Sigh…”
It seemed that August was growling above my head, but I couldn’t understand it because my head was buzzing and the sound of breathing filled my ears.
“What the hell is this? Isn’t Muriel having a hard time?”
“Don’t disturb me.”
“Don’t go too far. Muriel is different from the wizards in this tower. What are you going to do if it goes wrong!”
“How surprising that you know that?”
Kaiton pushed up the mean corners of his mouth. He reached out and August slid back. It was as if the wind were pushing August’s body, and the ground was pulling him back.
“August!”
Rovelia screamed and ran to August, who fell against the wall.
“Sigh… what a commotion… I shouldn’t have caused… It must be “sigh…”
“We have something we need to talk about quietly, Muriel.”
Kaiton drew close to Muriel, who was still breathing with her chest shaking. He whispered in her ear with a cruel smile.
“What magic is on you?”
I’m under a spell? A thunderbolt crossed Muriel, who was frowning at the mysterious words.
I’m possessed in a novel!
What magic did it take to come to this world, to become Muriel?
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Then I never wanted to be caught by Kaiton.
“Mu, what… magic…!”
‘’There is no doubt. The ancient prohibition spell is casted on your body. Why’s that?”
“…!”
“Muriel Storm, who are you?”