("Shit.") Unfortunately, that was the first and only word that came to mind upon hearing Victoria's words. Of course, questions also surfaced in his mind. Mainly how? Of course he had not just unleashed that spell, willy-nilly. He, of course, took precautions.
He had altered his mana signature before he launched the spell. It was a simple application of illusion magic. It was potent too—very, very potent. Yet Victoria somehow managed to see through it?
"Dunno what you're talking about." He merely stated after a while.
"Come now, Mikoto, dear. Let us not play coy." Victoria responded with that ever-present and annoying smirk of hers. He was beginning to find it annoying; it was that knowing smirk that just irked him. "You see, Mikoto, your mana signature is very well hidden. But I created a special magical object that would allow me to perceive your mana no matter what. Even if you were to cloak it." She explained as Mikoto frowned.
That was a problem. A very major and troublesome problem. She could see his mana signature; if she could, then she no doubt noticed how eerily similar it was to Lucinda's. Spawns under the same Gods or Goddesses having similar mana signatures, naturally. This whole thing could screw him over. The amount of attention that would be brought to him if it were to be discovered that he was another spawn of Octavia would generate no shortage of problems, problems that interfere with his progress and planning to return.
He suspected them meeting here today was no small coincidence, mayhap it was planned for him to run into Gwendolyn.
"So what if I did?" There is no use hiding it now, but still, what did Victoria hope to gain by disclosing that she knew it was him who unleashed that devastating spell? Maybe blackmail? That little annoying smirk of hers suggested as much.
"Oh? You admitted that rather quickly." She mused.
"Yeah, well there's was no point in hiding it.." There was clearly no point in playing nice or acting polite now. If this girl thought he would just go along with what she had to say just because she happened to know a little secret of his, then she had another thing coming. He would not be anybody's dog. "Tell me what you want."
"What I want?" She questioned, and still that same smirk graced her features. "Oh, but why would you assume I would want anything?" Mikoto just narrowed his eyes at her words.
("Tch, of course she wants something.") He reasoned with a scowl. Her clueless act was not really convincing him in the least.
"I suppose I am curious as to what your face looks like." She murmured as she leaned forward in her chair, her eyes all but sticking into his mask. "Would you mind removing that mask of yours?"
"Not a chance." He immediately answered. He did not really think she would have asked something so benial. Was she actually just curious as to how his face might look? No, that clearly was not the case. He might not have known Victoria for long, but she gave off a certain vibe. With that knowing smile permanently stretched onto her face. She wanted to confirm something; she no doubt saw how similar his mana was to Lucinda's.
"Oh pooh~" She merely pouted at his response, rather uncharacteristically. "I suppose my curiosity about your face will have to remain."
"Quit screwing around, would you?" Mikoto spat. "You brought this whole thing up, so I expect you want something to keep quiet." That much was obvious.
"Why so harsh, Mikoto, dear?" She spoke while fluttering her eyes. "I would not dream of subjecting you to anything unsavory." She clarified.
"That so? But clearly, there is something you want. Otherwise, why bring this up? You'd just be putting a target on your back." He reasoned.
"Say, Mikoto, you are well versed in magic, no?" She suddenly asked, much to his confusion. "Hence, you were able to produce such a mighty spell that was unheard of."
"Guess I'm decent when it comes to magic." He halfheartedly answered.
"I need a truthful and detailed answer, Mikoto, dear." She stated it with the same smile still etched on her face. Mikoto just rolled his eyes as he answered.
"Fine, when it comes to magic, it's like second nature. It doesn't matter which branch of magic—destructive spells, defensive spells, or even healing spells. I excel in each, and hell, I could make my own spells if I ever felt like it. As you've seen with that huge spell back in the forest, It wasn't just some huge ass spell that employed unleashing my mana." He explained swiftly as Victoria hummed in interest.
"Impressive. Most impressive, say Mikoto. Have you ever had a detailed explanation of just how magic functions?" She questioned him as he quirked up a brow beneath his mask.
"My knowledge of magic is pretty basic." He admitted. "I came this far because of my talent, really."
"Then allow me to educate you properly." She started as soon as she cleared her throat.
"Our magic system we explore is a highly intricate method of casting spells through reference. Our system revolves around utilizing specific sources, such as books, scrolls, paintings, or even memories, to tap into the latent energy within them and channel it into powerful magical manifestations. By employing this reference-based approach, spell casters can virtually command the forces of nature and shape reality to their will.
Principles:
The system operates on three fundamental principles: the source, the connection, and the spell.
1. The Source:
A source refers to an object, symbol, or thought imbued with mana and knowledge. It could be ancient grimoires, enchanted artifacts, paintings depicting arcane symbols, or even personal memories that hold potent emotional significance. Each source is unique and contains specific magical properties, providing a reservoir of energy and information that can be accessed.
2. The connection:
The spell-caster establishes a mental and, at times, physical connection between themselves and the chosen source. To initiate a connection, the practitioner needs deep focus and attunement to the source—understanding its purpose and essence. This connection can be established through touching, reading, visualizing, or even absorbing the source into their own being temporarily.
3. The Spell:
Once the connection is established, the spell caster can draw upon the energy and knowledge stored within the source to cast spells. Spells are composed of intricate rituals, incantations, and hand gestures, which are learned through extensive study and practice. By reciting the appropriate incantation, visualizing the desired outcome, and channeling mana through specific hand movements, the spell-caster can shape and manipulate reality.
Mechanics:
1. Spell Preparation:
Before casting a spell, the practitioner must gather the required source material and perform a ritualistic cleansing to ensure the energy of the source is untainted. This preparation involve purification ceremonies, meditation, or the casting of protective circles to ward off malevolent forces. Though this is mainly for long-term spells and not immediate spells that would just require incantations and glyphs,
2. Reference Utilization:
The spell-caster must have intimate knowledge of the chosen source and its associated magic. For instance, if using a book as a reference, they need to navigate the book's pages to find the intended spell and associated instructions. However, some sources, like memories, require intense concentration to visualize the desired effect accurately.
3. Casting Process:
With the source in hand, the spell caster articulates the spell's incantation, focusing on the desired outcome. They channel personal m, drawing upon the magical reservoir within the source, and direct it with hand movements. Each gesture and word aids in channeling the right kind of mana and gives the spell structure. Of course, those more well versed in the art of magic have no need for this.
4. Spell Execution:
The spell reaches its peak with the spell caster releasing the incantation's final words and combining them with the final gesture. The potential mana stored within the source is released and transformed into the desired magical effect—be it fire conjuration, healing, illusion, or telekinesis. The spell-caster must have a clear intention and focus, as any ambiguity could lead to unpredictable results.
Limitations:
1. Source dependent:
The effectiveness and strength of the spell depend on the quality and potency of the source used. More powerful sources, such as Divine Relics or tomes, yield greater magic potential. It also depends on the user of the spell, as depending on who is unleashing the spell, the effects could vary.
2. Limited Availability:
A spell's potential often corresponds to the rarity and accessibility of the source material. Some sources may be unique or difficult to locate, limiting certain spells' usage.
3. Energy Drain:
Casting spells drains both the energy within the source and the spell caster's personal reserves. Depending on the spell's complexity, the practitioner may require time to recover before casting another spell or need to resort to alternative means of energy replenishment.
Conclusion:
Our magic system revolves around the process of reference-based spell-casting. By harnessing the mana and knowledge within various sources, the spell-caster can manipulate reality through the meticulous execution of rituals, incantations, and gestures. Though they are not needed for an expert sorcerer.
"Huh?" That was all he could utter. Sure, he knew the basics of magic, but still, all of that was a little too much to take in, even for him. And she did not even take a breath while explaining!
"Hahaha!~" And that was her response. She was laughing so uncharacteristically hard that her face nearly burned red. "M-my...hahaha...I dare say I wish I could see the look on your face! Pffft!"
"O-oi! It ain't that funny. Anyone would get confused with that damn info drop!" Mikoto defended.
"Hahaha!~" She just laughed on, it finally subsiding with deep heaves. "Sorry, your clueless response was just too much." She said, taking a deep breath. "Ahem, forgive me, that was rather unbecoming." Yet with those words, she seemed to be still on the verge of laughing.
"Yeah, yeah." Mikoto did not quite enjoy being laughed at. ("But, what the hell is her deal? One minute she's all prim and proper, then the next she's laughing like some Yanki.") He supposed he could chalk that up to just how unpredictable a woman's mood could be.
"Anyhow, come." She suddenly said as she stood up from her seat. Only momentarily surprised, Mikoto quickly followed after her as she began to move. They exited the living room and stepped onto the vast and extravagant hallways before moving up the expansive stairs.
"Where are you taking me?" He could not help but question as they stopped in front of a room door.
"Patience, Mikoto, dear." She merely uttered out as she knocked on the dark oak door.
"You may enter." He heard the muffled voice of Alfred from beyond the door as Victoria pushed past it, entering a rather spacious room.
The walls were made of aged stone, while towering pillars the lofty ceiling.
A large four-poster bed, draped with rich velvet curtains, dominated the room's center. Upon it lies a woman, frail and delicate, her features pallid and weak. Her golden blonde hair falling down in loose waves, her piercing blue eyes, while bright and captivating, hold a hint of melancholy.
She was dressed in an elegant, yet somewhat faded, old-fashioned blue gown, the color reminiscent of a clear summer sky. The dress was adorned with delicate black lace.
Mikoto found himself focused on the sickly woman. Despite that, however, her beauty was not the least bit diminished.
The sickly yet beautiful woman possesses an ethereal allure that seems to be able to captivate all who enter her presence.
"Oh, Victoria." The woman spoke in a voice that was barely a whisper. Yet it was soothing all the same, and her eyes as they glanced at Victoria held a warmth only a mother could bring forth.
"Mother." That condescending smirk seemed to vanish from Victoria's face as a smile of equal warmth found its way onto her face. "You look well."
"As well as can be." The mother responded back. "Alfred has been much help in offering me much-needed respite."
"Your words are too kind, Mistress Annabeth." Alfred merely stated with a bow. "But I shall leave you lot to converse; merely call for me if you need assistance. Good day." With a final bow, Alfred swiftly made his exit, leaving the three on their own.
"So, Victoria. Who is your friend here?" Annabeth asked curiously as her eyes drifted towards him, and Victoria happily introduced him.
"This is Mikoto; he is going to help heal you." She stated much to both of their confusion.
"Pardon?"
"Huh?"