Chapter 12
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An overwhelming mana, as if suppressing the senses, pulsed within the sphere object. Despite experiencing countless types of mana before, never had they felt anything quite like this. Varen strained to speak.
“Marpez, what in the world…?”
“Professor, what is this exactly? It’s not suddenly going to explode, is it?”
“Well, the only thing I can be sure about… is that it’s Marpez’s egg. But judging from the mana I feel, I can’t even guess what mighte out of it.”
“You can’t guess?”
– Cheep… Cheep…
Marpez was nodding off on Ronan’sp. Ronan, who was molding soft feathers, furrowed his brow.
“No, you said it’s an egg. So, it’s not just going to hatch into a blue bundle of fur like this? It’s not like nting a bean and suddenly getting a watermelon.”
“That’s the problem. Dream Birds can do that.”
“What?”
“Not just watermelons, but they can also grow trees, pces, and forests.”
Varen continued the exnation. In essence, this peculiar bird conceived by absorbing mana from specific objects or its surroundings andid an egg. Due to this unique ability, even among fantastical creatures, their poption was limited.
“Because of this, Dream Birds that look the same don’t exist. I’ve seen Dream Birds with steel beaks and feathers of me.”
“Sounds amazing… I’d probably aim for it too even if I am not a poacher.”
Varen had encountered Marpez in a prestigious northernke. The characteristics like blue feathers and the ability to run on water were likely derived from theke’s mana.
“However, this situation is new to me too. In typical cases, a Dream Bird’s intrinsic mana is about 70%, and the rest should feel like 30%… But this is a chaotic mix of all kinds of mana. Like molten metal in a furnace.”
“What’s included in ‘all kinds’?”
“Well… that’s…”
Varen let out a sigh as he inspected the egg. Even exining an entric masterpiece painted by a madman wouldn’t be more confusing than this.
What could you call this? mes flowing on a riverbed. Dancing shadows, and rivers of bright red rushing into the sky. Pale starlight. A Dream Bird soaring along the world’s edge.
Eventually, Varen lowered his head, seeming embarrassed.
“I apologize. I can’t give you a definite answer. With my abilities, I can’t exin this.”
“Hey, what the heck did you give birth to?”
Ronan jabbed Marpez as he muttered. Marpez, who had awakened briefly, looked around blinking before burying its head into Ronan’s chest and falling asleep again.
Ronan chuckled in disbelief.
“Well, I’ve seen shameless folks, but this one takes the cake.”
“…Um, would you mind taking care of this egg?”
“Huh?”
Ronan raised his head at this sudden request. Varen was staring at him with a serious expression. The way he had his hands on his knees reminded Ronan of a master appealing to someone for his daughter’s sake.
“I know this is a sudden favor. But I believe Marpez has a reason forying this egg in front of you all.”
“Isn’t it just because it was time toy the egg?”
“No, Dream Birds don’ty eggs just anywhere.”
Varen asserted firmly. His well-groomed mane swayed aristocratically.
He spoke as if uttering an unopposable, ancient prophecy.
“Much like most animals give birth in safe ces, Dream Birdsy their eggs where potential gathers. I want to respect the intention of my friend, who has been with me for over 40 years.”
“Uh… Honestly, it doesn’t matter much, but is it okay?”
“Of course. In fact, I’m thankful you’re willing to entertain this sudden request.”
“When is it going to wake up?”
“I’m not sure, but… I know of a ce where I might be of help.”
Varen, who unexpectedly rose to his feet, walked over to the desk. In his returning hands were two sheets of exquisite paper and a piece of parchment.
Ronan grinned.
“I was contemting what to give you as a token of gratitude for rescuing Marpez… and it worked out well.”
“What is it?”
“Firstly, this is a map leading to the Fountain of Phaenar.”
Varen extended the parchment first. A crudely drawn map, as if he had done it himself, was sketched on the rough surface. He pointed to a marked spot with his index finger.
“It’s the closest ce to the Leyline. A location where the Earth’s mana gathers, so it’s often sought after by fantasy creatures.”
“Wait, Leyline? Really?”
Varen suggested that they should take the egg and visit the Fountain of Phaenar. He mentioned that it might elerate the hatching or enhance their own mana sensitivity. He asked them to keep the location a secret.
Ronan nodded, clutching the parchment.
“Of course. Giving us something so precious, thank you somehow doesn’t feel enough.”
“It’s not over yet. Here, take this too.”
This time, Varen ced two sheets of exquisite paper on the table. Although there was a lot written on them, it was in anguage they couldn’t understand because it wasn’t Imperial.
“What is this?”
“It’s a rmendation letter for Philleon Academy. I thought I’d never have a use for it in my lifetime, but it seems it’s finallying out.”
The boys’ eyes widened. Varen took what seemed like a mere pen but began to scribble something. He indicated their names, Ronan’s and Aselle’s, and his own signature in his handwriting.
“As far as I know, students who enter with a rmendation letter only need a simple interview instead of an additional exam. Schrships are also avable. And other benefits…”
“I don’t need it.”
Varen looked taken aback as Ronan spoke while stroking Marpez.
“…What?”
“I said I don’t need it. Just use Marpez for me.”
“I’m fine with it too!”
Aselle also pped his hands. Even when Ronan prodded him in the side, he stubbornly resisted.
“Don’t y around, just ept it.”
“I want to pass on my own merits!”
“Heh, really.”
Ronan chuckled. He ruffled Aselle’s hair as if pardoning him, then set Marpez down on the table.
“That’s right. I’m thinking the same way.”
“Wait a moment! Are you serious?”
“Now, this should be enough. You’ve had your fair share of tea.”
He yfully shook the parchment with the map drawn on it in front of them. Ronan grabbed his coat and got up from his seat. Varen, who stood up right after, asked in surprise.
“I find it awkward to say this, but Philleon’s rmendation letter holds a different meaning. Only one student gets epted with a rmendation letter every three years or so!”
“I’m not going to be swayed by giving you a beast and be left empty-handed. Besides, I’ve wanted that egg ever since you mentioned a steel beak or whatever.”
Ronan strode towards the door without hesitation. Varen’s imposing figure blocked their way, leaving them no room to escape.
“W-Wait! We can’t just let you leave like this!”
“Finally showing your true colors, huh? With your dwarf size, one meal will suffice. That’s all from me.”
“Hyuk!”
“That’s not it. You saved Marpez, entrusted us with the egg, and I can’t just let you leave with nothing!”
Varen’s fierce determination sent the boys’ bangs fluttering. Based on their fervor, it seemed he might end up offering more than one vital organ right there.
To give them a map with Leyline marked on it, and to say such words… They were truly grateful.
“Name whatever you want! If it’s something I can provide…”
“A Wyrelion leather carpet.”
It was a deadpan voice. Silence enveloped the office. Seeing the pale faces of the two men, Ronan snickered.
“It’s a joke.”
“Phew… That’s a relief. I was really… really surprised.”
“I don’t really want anything in particr… Then, can I ask for one favorter?”
“A favor… What do you mean?”
Ronan’s mouth curled ominously upwards. Aselle, who felt like his heart was going to stop after the carpet remark, bit his nails. When his request was finally presented, both Varen and Aselle raised their eyebrows almost simultaneously.
“Um… Well… Is that really all right?”
“Yes. But you must promise to keep it safe. Can you do that?”
“Well, of course, but…”
“That’s settled then. I’ll see you at the entrance ceremony.”
With that, Ronan left the office without hesitation. The sound of the door closing jolted Marpez awake, and he looked around.
Standing there dazedly, it took Varen quite a while to return to the desk. He scratched his mane and mumbled to himself, “That guy.”
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Leaving Varen’s office, the two of them headed straight for the marketce. While their purpose included getting supplies and ingredients, the main reason was to meet Marya, of course.
As they strolled among sophisticated buildings, Aselle spoke up.
“Hey, Ronan.”
“Huh?”
“Why did you make that request earlier?”
“Ah, that? Well…”
The favor he asked of Varen was nothing other than bing the supervisor of the club he intended to create. In his investigation of Philleon Academy, Ronan had learned about student-run organizations called ‘clubs’. Simr to the military, these clubs required someone to take responsibility, and Varen, who looked like he would excel in that role, was a perfect candidate.
Ronan chuckled, sliding a hairpin behind his ear.
“Well, I had something in mind.”
“What if I don’t get epted… What will you do then?”
“You call that a question? You better hurry back and beg him to give his rmendation again.”
“You’re shameless.”
“Don’t worry, kid. You just need to show off your telekinesis and you’ll pass for sure.”
Aselle didn’t bother asking, “What about you?” He had only asked out of concern, not actually considering that Ronan might fail. Even a fierce Lunar Goblin would be no different than a carrot on a cutting board in front of his sword skills.
“By the way, this is actually pretty good. I like the feeling of clutching it knowing it’s not dung.”
“Be, be careful…! If you drop it…”
“It’s harder than mithril, what’s the worst that could happen if it falls?”
Since considering it fully his own, he felt no qualms. He urged them forward and said, “Let’s go see that girl quickly. My shoulders hurt because of the books.”
Among the refined buildings, they eventually spotted Maraya, seated at the center of the marketce on a mat. When her eyes met Ronan’s, she greeted them with a wave.
“Idiots! You’ve finallye!”
Marya was dressed in a hostess’s skirt, and her hair was now neatly tied, giving her a slightly more mature appearance. The boys returned her the borrowed book.
“To be honest, I was worried, but how did you find your way here? When did you arrive in Jido?”
“This morning.”
“And what have you been doing since you got here?”
“Had a cup of tea with the lion they call a messenger at Philleon.”
“You didn’t want to meet me, huh?”
“No.”
Marya squinted at Ronan with narrowed eyes. From Ronan’s perspective of telling the truth, it felt unjust. She furrowed her brow as she looked at the egg in Ronan’s hand.
“What’s that round thing? Ugh, it’s not what I’m thinking, is it?”
“A mysterious and inexplicable something even the talking lion couldn’t exin.”
“You… really…”
“Oh, Hi! Marya!”
Sensing the crisis, Aselle interjected. Marya’s expression softened, and she looked at Aselle.
“Hey, cutie! You seem a bit taller?”
“Only because this midget’s been bbering about you all day. He kept singing and saying he wanted to see you…”
“Si-singing… that’s not true!”
“If you wanted to see me, you should have just said so. Come here!”
Marya embraced Aselle and spun him around. It was a scene like an older sister ying with her younger brother. As Aselle blushed with embarrassment, Ronan exchanged greetings with Duon.
“It’s been a while, sir.”
“Oh, Guests! Have you been well?”
“I’m always doing well. Sorry aboutst time.”
“Hehe, not at all, guests. Although there have been various things happening, I’m grateful that you’ve been friendly with my daughter. She’s rather lonely even though she doesn’t seem it.”
Duon lowered his voice, as if worried Marya might hear. Ronan chuckled and nodded. He had bought a pouch of southern mountain tobo from Carabel.
When they turned their heads, they saw Marya and Duon finishing a yful exchange. Ronan ced a piece of tobo in his mouth and pushed the pouch into his coat.
As if something important hade to her mind, Marya opened her mouth.
“Oh, did you hear the news?”
“What news?”
“This time, the eldest son of the Grand Duke of Gracia will take the entrance exam for Philleon. Just like us.”
“Grand Duke of Gracia?”
Ronan recalled his memory. He had never been interested in the nobility, so he didn’t remember. That was still true now, so he shrugged nonchntly.
“What, you seriously don’t know? This is quite a big deal.”
“What’s with this guy? Why’s he acting so high and mighty?”
“He’s the genius that the whole empire was talking about, the one that reappeared after two hundred years. Shullifen Sinyaban De Gracia. You’ve never heard of him?”
Ronan didn’t respond. Seeing his silence, Marya sighed. It was hard to believe that someone could be so ignorant of the world’s affairs.
In Jido, there wasn’t a single person who didn’t know Shullifen. A prodigy who enlightened Orl’s circles at the age of eleven and was now running toward the state of Awakening. Also, the eldest son of the Grand Duke of Gracia, a major n that rivaled the Acalusia family.
But Ronan hadn’t remained silent because he didn’t know.
“Shullifen…? Did you just say Shullifen?”
“Yeah. You seriously haven’t heard of him? Not even once?Shullifen. Sinyaban. De. Grancia.”
Why would he have heard of him? Ronan continued to doubt his hearing. In the list of words that sounded like an incantation, there was one name he could never forget.
The Winter Witch’s assassin. The Empire’s Sword Saint, who once wielded a de alongside him. The tragic genius who ultimately couldn’t defeat the giant and perished.
“What’s with your expression? Are you hurt somewhere?”
“Um, no. I know about it. Shullifen.”
“Really? Honestly, this was more surprising to me than your mana sensitivity.”
Ronan chuckled bitterly after delving into the past for a moment. Their encounter had been short, but the impression he left was intense. He still remembered Shullifens Aura that covered the battlefield.
“He was an impressive aristocrat. There was a slightly twisted corner to him, though.”
“You’re saying it like you met him in person?”
“I did. To put it another way, I couldn’t even pee in front of that nobleman.”
“…I guess so. Anyway, I’m hungry. Let’s go eat.”
Marya grabbed the boys’ hands and headed toward the restaurant district. They enjoyed one of Jido’s specialties, beef steak, apanied by wood strawberry juice.
The three of them spent their days touring around various ces in Jido during the day and training for the practical test at night. Two days flew by in an instant.
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