The Book Eating Magician

Chapter 94

State Guests of Elvenheim (0), End of Volume #4

In retrospect, it was hard to find a more suitable person than her. Sylvia could talk at the same level as Theodore, and she was a top prospect who received Blundell’s teachings. Compared to the masters who were difficult to understand, she was a good match for his level.

“Yes, please take care of me as well.” Theo felt strange as he accepted the greeting.

It had been a long time since he’d met Sylvia, but they had a friendly relationship. No, he hadn’t seen her often except for the time when they’d traveled together by carriage to the Miller Barony. After that, they had been more busy than anyone else in the past six months.

That period of time was long enough for them to notice the changes in each other.

‘Uh, her hair is longer?’

Sylvia was 18 years old. She was still growing and had become more feminine than she’d been half a year ago, making Theo moderately confused. Her hair, which had been cut around her neck, now flowed down her back, and the smooth curves of her body were revealed despite her straight posture. Additionally, her previously round, childlike eyes had become curved, and her chin line was also more defined.

The difference of six months had also affected Theodore.

‘…Theo, you’ve grown.’ Sylvia look up carefully at Theo, who was a head taller than her.

During the carriage ride, the difference had been just a few fingers. The muscles revealed under his loose clothing made Theodore seem like a strong young man instead of a boy.

In fact, Gluttony and Lee Yoonsung should be credited for this growth. Theodore was a baron’s son who had grown up in the countryside, so his physique was at a mediocre level. He didn’t have the blood of a warrior, and both parents were only averagely sized. Theo had grown up in such an environment and yet reached a height of 6 feet.

The reason for this was that after learning ‘Battle Song’ and extracting the essence of the original, his innate framework had been reconstructed. Lee Yoonsung hadn’t been able to learn aura, but his physical condition absolutely hadn’t been normal. No ordinary boy of 15 years would be able to traverse the continent alone. His body had been extraordinary as it had contained the blood of hundreds of years of martial artists.

Well, for whatever reason, Sylvia and Theo felt uncomfortable with each other.

“Ah.”

The eyes of the two people finally met, and Sylvia instantly turned bright red. The action was quickly followed by the movement of her long silver hair.

Her introverted nature was still present. Theo was glad to realize this for some reason. Perhaps it was because he had only seen Sylvia look like this.

“Then shall we start?” As Sylvia spoke in a small voice, her slender fingers clutched her staff.

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Chants were words that a magician cried out more often than the names of family and friends, and it contained the power to activate magic. A few words would cause a lightning bolt to pop out or for flames to soar. For those who didn’t know magic, they were really mysterious words. However, if asked whether there was any special power in the chant itself, every magician in the world would deny it.

Casting was merely an autosuggestion.

“Fireball,” Sylvia muttered, and a fireball appeared in the air.

It was the 3rd Circle’s most famous attack spell, Fireball. This was a magic to summon a fireball and explode it toward a target.

She moved the fireball around and continued explaining, “[Basic Magic Theory] teaches that magic and chants can’t be separated like this. A chant is definitely amazing. It isn’t an exaggeration to say that a new history of magic appeared once chants were developed. …Kuk.”