ocean-life Chapter 11: Undergoing Metamorphosis
Chapter 11: Undergoing Metamorphosis
Chapter 11: Undergoing Metamorphosis
"How long was I unconscious for?" Karyl inquired.
"Oh my, don't even mention it. You’ve been out for a whole week. If Young Master Jake hadn’t found you in the library, it would have been a disaster," Ruben replied, waving his hands dramatically in response to Karyl's question.
Jake? Right... It’s about time he took an interest in the library. Maybe my actions hastened his involvement.
Jake, the fifth child of the MacGovern family, was the youngest before Karyl's arrival, a boy just a year older than himself. Karyl recalled Jake's face, whom he had barely spoken to since he came to the mansion.
He was a fragile boy.
For a son of the MacGovern family, Jake was far too frail. Even though the second-born, Tiren, was also distant from combat, he possessed a sharpness that Jake lacked. Raised in a monastery from infancy, the orphan Jake didn't quite fit in with the mansion.
"I should thank him," Karyl thought aloud, not rushing to conclusions. If he stayed in the mansion, their paths would inevitably cross.
No, whether he likes it or not, I'm going to make it happen. I have a reason to help him, after all.
"You should. Young Master Jake is different from the other masters. He’s kind even to us servants." Ruben commented.
I know.
"The others don't quite approve of him, especially after this incident. Oh, but please keep this conversation between us." Ruben added.
A chuckle escaped Karyl. "Don't worry."
A week, huh...
"Did anyone else visit?" asked Karyl.
“Huh? How did you know? Someone from the royal palace did come by the day before yesterday,” Ruben replied, his lips twitching with curiosity.
He turned his head, noticing a small dagger on the table. To control the overwhelming magic inside of me, I need... A weapon capable of handling it. The only method available to Karyl, who was unfamiliar with even basic Class 1 magic, was unquestionably the sword. This was what he excelled at in his past life and even now.
He unsheathed the dagger Agnel. It was inscribed with complex characters in an ancient language of a tribe that was unfamiliar to him. He only knew that the name ‘Agnel’ was also part of this ancient language. Gripping the sword in a familiar stance, he began to draw the magic from the magic point to his arm, infusing it into the dagger.
I can do this. Karyl looked at the dagger with trembling eyes.
"Ah...!" Suddenly, the magic within him erupted uncontrollably. The thin layer of magic enveloping the blade's edge expanded explosively, extending the blade's aura as long as a long sword. He gripped the sword tightly, shocked by the intense surge.
This is...
But there was something even more astonishing. Karyl gazed at the blade that was emitting a faint glow. Despite his extensive battle experience, this was new to him. It wasn't a mana blade used by imperials.
Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, Lightning.
His mana blade belonged to none of these elements. It was completely colorless.
It was not a mere mana blade like those used by the Imperials. Karyl recalled Narh Di Maug's words.
The mana of the dragons. The sharpness of the blade, an aura that didn't belong to any known element, it was pure magic itself.
What should I call this? Karyl couldn't take his eyes off the blade. His magic sword was devoid of any elements. Just looking at the blade, which seemed like it could slice through the air itself, sent shivers down his spine. It was the first and only of its kind in the history of the continent: the Aura Blade.
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"Phew..." Karyl stood amidst the commotion in the Malten Forest behind the mansion, long before dawn.
Seems like going deeper is not an option, he thought, wiping the sweat from his brow with a hint of regret.
I'm starting to get the hang of it. The Agnel in his hand gleamed as the Aura Blade extended from it, radiant and steady.
Fifteen days had passed since then.