Have Magic - Chapter 88



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Embrace the Magic (88)

The journey continued without any problems for four days.

On the morning of the fifth day, Rodin hurriedly stopped the carriage. Dozens of people were gathered on a slightly high hill ahead.

“Brother, are you a thief?”

“I don’t think so.”

The city was too close for the bandits. Just three hours ago, we had passed a small, not-so-big city, and three more hours from here, there was another small city.

Because the cities were close together, there were a lot of people, horses, and carriages coming and going.

Any bandits who appeared in such a place would inevitably be attacked by both cities.

“Brother! Who is coming?”

“Hmm. Go inside.”

Two of the men on the hill approached Rodin’s carriage. They were both wearing different types of soldier’s uniforms.

Rodin also stepped forward and greeted the approaching people.

“What’s going on?”

“There is a battle scheduled ahead.”

“ah!”

The reason the two soldiers’ uniforms were different was because they originally belonged to different territories.

Their role was to block the approach of people who were not related to the two territories, and to guide the people they were waiting for to their camp when they arrived.

“It won’t take long. The Lord said that the battle will be decided by mid-morning.”

“Our lord also does not wish to prolong this battle. It will be over in a moment, so please wait even if it is inconvenient.”

“Okay, but what about those people on the hill over there?”

“People who are watching the Yeongjijeon and people from other Yeongji who came to observe.”

It was a battle I had only heard about. Captain Krondel had talked about it, but I didn’t think I would see it so soon.

“Can I go up too?”

“Yes, of course. However, we will not guard the carriage. Please be advised that we are not responsible if your valuables are stolen.”

“Yes, I understand.”

The soldiers turned back. Rodin brought the carriage a little closer and cast a spell around it.

“Can’t I go out?”

“It’s war. It won’t be good for you to see it.”

“Can’t I too?”

“Yeah. You can’t either. When you get to my age, then you can go and see things as you please.”

Only after he had taken down Bianca and Larry did Rodin climb the hill.

The hill was low, only about 20 meters high, but it was gentle and wide enough for more than 100 people to climb.

Rodin was among the people, and he used magic lightly. Rodin’s body floated into the air, giving him a clear view of the hill below.

Rodin deliberately used levitation in the form of a 3-circle spell instead of a 5-circle fly spell to hide his skills.

“Oh! Magic.”

“A wizard.”

“Is this my first time seeing a wizard?”

“When you fight in a battlefield, a wizard is bound to appear.”

“It’s too far. You can’t even see it.”

The people gathered around reacted positively as they watched Rodin use his magic. It seemed as if they wanted him to show them more magic.

Rodin pretended not to know. He didn’t learn magic to be an eye candy.

“It’ll take a while.”

Rodin came back down to the ground. They were still in a standoff.

He returned to the carriage, his hood still pulled down to hide his face.

As Rodin moved, people retreated left and right. At least there was no one here who was brave enough to stand in front of the wizard.

“Let’s study.”

“You said you were watching Yeongjijeon?”

“I haven’t started yet.”

Larry and Bianca were upset, but Rodin pushed ahead with the class.

Rodin planned to end their lessons today.

I have already learned enough words. I could learn more words naturally as I live or study them directly using a dictionary.

“Let’s check the word first. This word is…….”

While the class was in full swing, a faint noise was heard from outside. Rodin immediately recognized it as people shouting.

“I’ll go out and come back.”

“Yes, bro. We’ll stay here.”

“Okay. Take care of Bianca.”

As soon as Rodin got out of the carriage, he immediately jumped up. He secured his vision with levitation and added a 2-circle Eagle Eye spell.

The battle scenes taking place in the distance became as close as if they were right before our eyes.

“100 people on each side?”

They didn’t fight with all their might. There were over 1,000 men on both sides, but only about 100 men from each side actually stepped forward to fight.

“That might be expected.”

Captain Krondel said that territorial wars happen very often. But if you throw all your troops into every fight, no one will want to be a soldier.

“Hmm.”

There were 100 people gathered for each battle, but there were no ordinary soldiers. There were about 10 third-class knights, which were the level of regular knights, and the rest seemed to be second-class.

“The level is rather low.”

The battle was fierce. Neither side was able to easily gain victory, and the damage continued to pile up.

Then, as about half of them fell to the ground, the tide slowly turned to one side. The outcome was determined by how many third-class knights survived.

“It’s over.”

Rodin was confident of the outcome, but he did not leave his seat.

It was my first time seeing a battle of the spirit world. I needed to see it at least once, because I might get involved in that battle in the future.

Phew! Phew!

The outcome has virtually been decided.

The camp, sensing defeat, blew their trumpets loudly. The third-rank knights who were in the middle of slaughtering the enemy stopped their swords and retreated.

That’s how the battle of the lands ended.

When the match was decided, the nobles of both sides met in the middle.

They chatted for a while around a small table and chairs, signed somewhere, and parted ways.

“So that’s how it ends. I guess we’re going to become mortal enemies.”

Depending on what is at stake in the spirit world, whether or not emotions remain is determined.

If it was a war for territory for a moderate level of vested interests, the losing side didn’t need to feel bad. They could just grow stronger than their opponents and take it back.

But it was different when something vital to the survival of the estate or one’s pride as a noble was at stake.

He would have to mobilize all his power in the battle of the spirits, and the humiliation of defeat would have been immense.

“It’s fun. It’s like playing a game.”

In this territory battle, no magicians appeared. Either both sides agreed to exclude magicians from the battle, or there were no magicians in the territory at all. One of the two.

“Hey, how was it?”

“Hmm, next time I see Yeongjijeon, let’s meet up then.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You guys should take a look too.”

Rodin drove the carriage again. The aftereffects of the battle of the land lingered for quite some time.

* * *

The next day, Rodin taught his younger siblings the magic training method. It was the lowest of the low-level training method used to measure magic talent.

“If I learn this, can I become a wizard?”

“No. That’s used to measure talent. To become a wizard with that, you’d have to live for a thousand years.”

“Talent?”

“Memorize everything written here and remember the method.”

Rodin originally had no intention of teaching the martial arts to his younger siblings.

It was nice to see a wizard or a knight, but the danger was just as great. I would ask the doctor and teach them if they really wanted to, but if not, I would let them live an ordinary life.

‘The nobles don’t take the land war seriously. The problem is that the common people get caught up in it.’

I changed my mind after watching Yeongjijeon yesterday.

In the Western Continent, war was the domain of the soldiers. The common people were simply swept up and suffered.

However, territory wars were too common in the central continent. In such places, you had to be strong to avoid being swept up in territory wars.

“Until when?”

“Three days later. Until then. Can you do it?”

At this point, they gave us plenty of time. The special forces training center would notify us in the evening, and we had to go straight to the training room the next day.

“If I have great talent, will you teach me magic?”

“If you have enough talent, I’d be happy to help.”

“What if I don’t have talent?”

“I’ll have to test your talents. I can’t do that, so I’ll have to go to the Marquisate of Richmond and find someone suitable.”

There was no need for a micro-power meter to measure the magical power. Rodin’s senses were already so sensitive that he was able to detect the increased magical power more accurately than the micro-power meter.

But aura measurement was not Rodin’s specialty. Although he had better than average senses, he was not good enough to discern the talents of his opponents without a fine aura meter.

“I’ll definitely learn it.”

“Brother. Me too. I want to use magic too.”

“Do your best. I’ll check back in three days.”

Larry and Bianca. Neither of them were bad at studying. They had a hard time sitting still because they had not yet developed a study habit, but I believed that they would get better.

Three days passed. At five in the morning, Rodin woke up Larry and Bianca from their sleep.

“Tongue… Ugh. Why?”

“Brother. I’m sleepy.”

“Get up. Did you memorize everything I told you to memorize?”

Rodin threw the blankets away, preventing Larry and Bianca from falling asleep again.

Larry and Bianca struggled to sleep more, banging their heads on the pillows and hitting the floor.

Of course, it was no use. Rodin just used Undine to splash water on her face.

“Whoa! Wait, wait a minute.”

“Eww! Brother Rodin!”

“Are you awake? Let’s get started.”

“Let me check one more time.”

After struggling a few times, Larry and Bianca finally gave up on falling asleep again. Instead, they got up and muttered the rune words they had been given three days ago.

“There’s no time. Let’s get started.”

“Okay. Should I go first?”

“Let’s do it together. Just do one cycle.”

When there is a fine magic meter, magic training is usually done for 1 hour. If there is no training room, it is common to do magic training for 4 hours.

This is because if the amount of horsepower is too small, it cannot be properly measured even with a micro horsepower meter.

But Rodin had a keener sense than the fine-tuned magic meter. Even without a smelting chamber, one cycle was enough to determine talent.

“Don’t look or read. Close your eyes. Concentrate.”

“yes.”

Larry and Bianca were just beginning their first cycle. They spent about the same amount of time focusing.

‘You don’t have much talent.’

Bianca’s magic training method was finished first. One cycle took about 20 minutes. Considering that it was a low-level magic training method, it took quite a long time.

Larry took longer than that, finishing one cycle after almost 30 minutes. It seemed that Larry had no talent.

‘I’m not sure yet.’

Larry and Bianca opened their eyes and looked at him with eyes filled with anticipation. Rodin shook his head with a calm expression.

“Not yet. I will do the exercise again in three hours.”

“Three hours?”

“Yeah. Eat from the morning.”

“yes.”

In the special forces training camp, talent was determined by just one hour of training and measurement. Since there were so many trainees, there was an inevitable aspect of ignoring each person’s individuality.

However, each person had a different time period when they were most efficient at studying.

Some people are particularly effective at dawn, others just before bed, and some even work best in the middle of the day when the sun is higher in the sky.

That is, to really measure talent accurately, you would have to practice over multiple time periods and see how much you gained.

Three hours passed. Larry and Bianca returned to their exercises.

And then another three hours. Another three hours.

The practice session started at 5 a.m. and continued every three hours, ending just before midnight.

“Hmm. I measured your talents today.”

Gulp!

It’s already well past midnight.

There was nothing around except the bonfire that Rodin had lit.

“Talent is usually measured on a scale of 1 to 99, with 99 being the highest and 1 being the lowest. First up, Larry.”

“yes.”

“You can’t do it. Your magical talent is between 2 and 3 points. Even if you practice the training method all day, it will be difficult to see results.”

Larry’s head dropped at Rodin’s words.

He seemed so disappointed that he couldn’t raise his head for a long time. Then, before he knew it, he started to cry.

“Brother, brother… I really can’t do it?”

“That’s the magic. I’ll have to come back later and measure my talent.”

“Oh…er.”

“You don’t have to be too upset. I don’t know much about Aurors. Let’s go to the Marquisate of Richmond and look for them.”

Rodin had discovered Larry’s lack of talent for magic during his first training session. Just in case, he continued to measure his strength every three hours, but the results were as expected.

The prediction that talent would differ depending on the time zone was correct, but there is a limit to that.

Larry, who had a magic talent of almost 1 at dawn, had almost no chance of his talent rising above 10 at night.