GameDev Reincarnated into His Own Creation

Vol 2 - Chapter 20.2: Inheritance

Vel extended his hand toward her, palm upward. Landre held it gently, her fingers cool against his skin.

She closed her eyes, reciting a short incantation under her breath. The words flowed with practiced ease, soft and melodic.

"Luxis minorem temporus."

A small mote of light appeared above Vel's palm, no larger than a firefly at first. It slowly expanded, growing to the size of a small apple, pulsing with gentle radiance. Then it seemed to hover in a fixed space where Landre positioned it.

Vel was surprised at the sight at first, but his old-world memory quickly identified it—the Conjure Light spell, a basic utility magic that had been among the first spells beginners learned in the game.

"Cool, right?" Landre grinned, looking like her old self rather than the formal Saint. "I use these when I need to read at night. It can stay for hours."

As Landre demonstrated the glowing orb, a familiar chime sounded in Vel's mind—soft and distinct, like a crystal bell ringing. His interface had registered something new.

Spell Acquired: [Conjure Light] - Luxis minorem temporus

Vel kept his expression neutral, not wanting to reveal the notification only he could perceive. But beneath his calm exterior, excitement surged through him. This wasn't just any spell—it contained two magical principles he'd been seeking.

Static positioningExtended duration.

He silently accessed his interface, examining the spell's structure while maintaining conversation with Landre. There they were—the anchoring sigil that fixed the light in place and the sustaining sigil that maintained it without continuous focus.

These weren't just components for a simple light spell. They were fundamental building blocks that could revolutionize his entire magical arsenal. Ice platforms suspended in midair, flame walls that burned independently—the possibilities were endless.

"This is incredible!" Vel said, genuine awe in his voice as he moved his hand across the light orb, watching how it remained perfectly stable despite his movement. The light cast a warm glow across his fingers without heat or fluctuation.

"Thank you, Lan-neechan," he added with heartfelt sincerity. "You don't know how much this helps me."

Landre smiled warmly, the pride of an older sister clear in her expression. "Anything for my brother."

Landre reached over and ruffled Vel's hair affectionately, her fingers gentle as they messed up his carefully combed strands.

"When did you get so smart, little brother?" she teased.

Vel pretended to duck away from her hand, but secretly enjoyed the familiar gesture. It reminded him of simpler days in Elnor, before either of them had discovered their unusual paths.

As her hand withdrew, Landre's gaze drifted toward the covered window. The light filtering through the curtains cast mottled patterns across her face. Before Vel's eyes, her expression transformed—the smile fading, replaced by the composed, serene mask she wore as Saint Landre.

"I think it's time I have to go," she said, her voice carrying a hint of sadness despite the practiced composure.

Vel nodded, understanding the weight of duty that pulled at her. The brief reunion had been stolen time, precious moments carved from rigid schedules and solemn responsibilities.

"Don't worry, Lan-neechan. Now that I'm in Lona, we'll have more chance to meet each other," Vel reassured her, though he wasn't entirely certain if that was true.