Chapter 12: The Lion and the Dream Bird (2)
An overwhelming mana, as if suppressing the senses, pulsed within the sphere object. Despite experiencing countless types of mana before, never had they felt anything quite like this. Varen strained to speak.
Marpez, what in the world?
Professor, what is this exactly? Its not suddenly going to explode, is it?
Well, the only thing I can be sure about is that its Marpezs egg. But judging from the mana I feel, I cant even guess what might come out of it.
You cant guess?
Cheep Cheep
Marpez was nodding off on Ronans lap. Ronan, who was molding soft feathers, furrowed his brow.
No, you said its an egg. So, its not just going to hatch into a blue bundle of fur like this? Its not like planting a bean and suddenly getting a watermelon.
Thats the problem. Dream Birds can do that.
What?
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Varen continued the explanation. In essence, this peculiar bird conceived by absorbing mana from specific objects or its surroundings and laid an egg. Due to this unique ability, even among fantastical creatures, their population was limited.
Because of this, Dream Birds that look the same dont exist. Ive seen Dream Birds with steel beaks and feathers of flame.
Sounds amazing Id probably aim for it too even if I am not a poacher.
Varen had encountered Marpez in a prestigious northern lake. The characteristics like blue feathers and the ability to run on water were likely derived from the lakes mana.
However, this situation is new to me too. In typical cases, a Dream Birds intrinsic mana is about 70%, and the rest should feel like 30% But this is a chaotic mix of all kinds of mana. Like molten metal in a furnace.
Whats included in all kinds?
Well thats
Varen let out a sigh as he inspected the egg. Even explaining an eccentric masterpiece painted by a madman wouldnt be more confusing than this.
What could you call this? Flames flowing on a riverbed. Dancing shadows, and rivers of bright red rushing into the sky. Pale starlight. A Dream Bird soaring along the worlds edge.
Eventually, Varen lowered his head, seeming embarrassed.
I apologize. I cant give you a definite answer. With my abilities, I cant explain this.
Hey, what the heck did you give birth to?
Ronan jabbed Marpez as he muttered. Marpez, who had awakened briefly, looked around blinking before burying its head into Ronans chest and falling asleep again.
Ronan chuckled in disbelief.
Well, Ive seen shameless folks, but this one takes the cake.
Um, would you mind taking care of this egg?
Huh?
Ronan raised his head at this sudden request. Varen was staring at him with a serious expression. The way he had his hands on his knees reminded Ronan of a master appealing to someone for his daughters sake.
I know this is a sudden favor. But I believe Marpez has a reason for laying this egg in front of you all.
Isnt it just because it was time to lay the egg?
No, Dream Birds dont lay eggs just anywhere.
Varen asserted firmly. His well-groomed mane swayed aristocratically.
He spoke as if uttering an unopposable, ancient prophecy.
Much like most animals give birth in safe places, Dream Birds lay their eggs where potential gathers. I want to respect the intention of my friend, who has been with me for over 40 years.
Uh Honestly, it doesnt matter much, but is it okay?
Of course. In fact, Im thankful youre willing to entertain this sudden request.
When is it going to wake up?
Im not sure, but I know of a place where I might be of help.
Varen, who unexpectedly rose to his feet, walked over to the desk. In his returning hands were two sheets of exquisite paper and a piece of parchment.
Ronan grinned.
I was contemplating what to give you as a token of gratitude for rescuing Marpez and it worked out well.
What is it?
Firstly, this is a map leading to the Fountain of Phaenar.
Varen extended the parchment first. A crudely drawn map, as if he had done it himself, was sketched on the rough surface. He pointed to a marked spot with his index finger.
Its the closest place to the Leyline. A location where the Earths mana gathers, so its often sought after by fantasy creatures.
Wait, Leyline? Really?
Varen suggested that they should take the egg and visit the Fountain of Phaenar. He mentioned that it might accelerate the hatching or enhance their own mana sensitivity. He asked them to keep the location a secret.
Ronan nodded, clutching the parchment.
Of course. Giving us something so precious, thank you somehow doesnt feel enough.
Its not over yet. Here, take this too.
This time, Varen placed two sheets of exquisite paper on the table. Although there was a lot written on them, it was in a language they couldnt understand because it wasnt Imperial.
What is this?
Its a recommendation letter for Philleon Academy. I thought Id never have a use for it in my lifetime, but it seems its finally coming out.
The boys eyes widened. Varen took what seemed like a mere pen but began to scribble something. He indicated their names, Ronans and Aselles, and his own signature in his handwriting.
As far as I know, students who enter with a recommendation letter only need a simple interview instead of an additional exam. Scholarships are also available. And other benefits
I dont need it.
Varen looked taken aback as Ronan spoke while stroking Marpez.
What?
I said I dont need it. Just use Marpez for me.
Im fine with it too!
Aselle also clapped his hands. Even when Ronan prodded him in the side, he stubbornly resisted.
Dont play around, just accept it.
I want to pass on my own merits!
Heh, really.
Ronan chuckled. He ruffled Aselles hair as if pardoning him, then set Marpez down on the table.
Thats right. Im thinking the same way.
Wait a moment! Are you serious?
Now, this should be enough. Youve had your fair share of tea.
He playfully shook the parchment with the map drawn on it in front of them. Ronan grabbed his coat and got up from his seat. Varen, who stood up right after, asked in surprise.
I find it awkward to say this, but Philleons recommendation letter holds a different meaning. Only one student gets accepted with a recommendation letter every three years or so!
Im not going to be swayed by giving you a beast and be left empty-handed. Besides, Ive wanted that egg ever since you mentioned a steel beak or whatever.
Ronan strode towards the door without hesitation. Varens imposing figure blocked their way, leaving them no room to escape.
W-Wait! We cant just let you leave like this!
Finally showing your true colors, huh? With your dwarf size, one meal will suffice. Thats all from me.
Hyuk!
Thats not it. You saved Marpez, entrusted us with the egg, and I cant just let you leave with nothing!
Varens fierce determination sent the boys bangs fluttering. Based on their fervor, it seemed he might end up offering more than one vital organ right there.
To give them a map with Leyline marked on it, and to say such words They were truly grateful.
Name whatever you want! If its something I can provide
A Wyrelion leather carpet.
It was a deadpan voice. Silence enveloped the office. Seeing the pale faces of the two men, Ronan snickered.
Its a joke.
Phew Thats a relief. I was really really surprised.
I dont really want anything in particular Then, can I ask for one favor later?
A favor What do you mean?
Ronans mouth curled ominously upwards. Aselle, who felt like his heart was going to stop after the carpet remark, bit his nails. When his request was finally presented, both Varen and Aselle raised their eyebrows almost simultaneously.
Um Well Is that really all right?
Yes. But you must promise to keep it safe. Can you do that?
Well, of course, but
Thats settled then. Ill see you at the entrance ceremony.
With that, Ronan left the office without hesitation. The sound of the door closing jolted Marpez awake, and he looked around.
Standing there dazedly, it took Varen quite a while to return to the desk. He scratched his mane and mumbled to himself, That guy.
Leaving Varens office, the two of them headed straight for the marketplace. While their purpose included getting supplies and ingredients, the main reason was to meet Marya, of course.
As they strolled among sophisticated buildings, Aselle spoke up.
Hey, Ronan.
Huh?
Why did you make that request earlier?
Ah, that? Well
The favor he asked of Varen was nothing other than becoming the supervisor of the club he intended to create. In his investigation of Philleon Academy, Ronan had learned about student-run organizations called clubs. Similar to the military, these clubs required someone to take responsibility, and Varen, who looked like he would excel in that role, was a perfect candidate.
Ronan chuckled, sliding a hairpin behind his ear.
Well, I had something in mind.
What if I dont get accepted What will you do then?
You call that a question? You better hurry back and beg him to give his recommendation again.
Youre shameless.
Dont worry, kid. You just need to show off your telekinesis and youll pass for sure.
Aselle didnt bother asking, What about you? He had only asked out of concern, not actually considering that Ronan might fail. Even a fierce Lunar Goblin would be no different than a carrot on a cutting board in front of his sword skills.
By the way, this is actually pretty good. I like the feeling of clutching it knowing its not dung.
Be, be careful! If you drop it
Its harder than mithril, whats the worst that could happen if it falls?
Since considering it fully his own, he felt no qualms. He urged them forward and said, Lets go see that girl quickly. My shoulders hurt because of the books.
Among the refined buildings, they eventually spotted Maraya, seated at the center of the marketplace on a mat. When her eyes met Ronans, she greeted them with a wave.
Idiots! Youve finally come!
Marya was dressed in a hostesss skirt, and her hair was now neatly tied, giving her a slightly more mature appearance. The boys returned her the borrowed book.
To be honest, I was worried, but how did you find your way here? When did you arrive in Jido?
This morning.
And what have you been doing since you got here?
Had a cup of tea with the lion they call a messenger at Philleon.
You didnt want to meet me, huh?
No.
Marya squinted at Ronan with narrowed eyes. From Ronans perspective of telling the truth, it felt unjust. She furrowed her brow as she looked at the egg in Ronans hand.
Whats that round thing? Ugh, its not what Im thinking, is it?
A mysterious and inexplicable something even the talking lion couldnt explain.
You really
Oh, Hi! Marya!
Sensing the crisis, Aselle interjected. Maryas expression softened, and she looked at Aselle.
Hey, cutie! You seem a bit taller?
Only because this midgets been blabbering about you all day. He kept singing and saying he wanted to see you
Si-singing thats not true!
If you wanted to see me, you should have just said so. Come here!
Marya embraced Aselle and spun him around. It was a scene like an older sister playing with her younger brother. As Aselle blushed with embarrassment, Ronan exchanged greetings with Duon.
Its been a while, sir.
Oh, Guests! Have you been well?
Im always doing well. Sorry about last time.
Hehe, not at all, guests. Although there have been various things happening, Im grateful that youve been friendly with my daughter. Shes rather lonely even though she doesnt seem it.
Duon lowered his voice, as if worried Marya might hear. Ronan chuckled and nodded. He had bought a pouch of southern mountain tobacco from Carabel.
When they turned their heads, they saw Marya and Duon finishing a playful exchange. Ronan placed a piece of tobacco in his mouth and pushed the pouch into his coat.
As if something important had come to her mind, Marya opened her mouth.
Oh, did you hear the news?
What news?
This time, the eldest son of the Grand Duke of Gracia will take the entrance exam for Philleon. Just like us.
Grand Duke of Gracia?
Ronan recalled his memory. He had never been interested in the nobility, so he didnt remember. That was still true now, so he shrugged nonchalantly.
What, you seriously dont know? This is quite a big deal.
Whats with this guy? Whys he acting so high and mighty?
Hes the genius that the whole empire was talking about, the one that reappeared after two hundred years. Shullifen Sinyaban De Gracia. Youve never heard of him?
Ronan didnt respond. Seeing his silence, Marya sighed. It was hard to believe that someone could be so ignorant of the worlds affairs.
In Jido, there wasnt a single person who didnt know Shullifen. A prodigy who enlightened Orls circles at the age of eleven and was now running toward the state of Awakening. Also, the eldest son of the Grand Duke of Gracia, a major clan that rivaled the Acalusia family.
But Ronan hadnt remained silent because he didnt know.
Shullifen? Did you just say Shullifen?
Yeah. You seriously havent heard of him? Not even once?Shullifen. Sinyaban. De. Grancia.
Why would he have heard of him? Ronan continued to doubt his hearing. In the list of words that sounded like an incantation, there was one name he could never forget.
The Winter Witchs assassin. The Empires Sword Saint, who once wielded a blade alongside him. The tragic genius who ultimately couldnt defeat the giant and perished.
Whats with your expression? Are you hurt somewhere?
Um, no. I know about it. Shullifen.
Really? Honestly, this was more surprising to me than your mana sensitivity.
Ronan chuckled bitterly after delving into the past for a moment. Their encounter had been short, but the impression he left was intense. He still remembered Shullifens Aura that covered the battlefield.
He was an impressive aristocrat. There was a slightly twisted corner to him, though.
Youre saying it like you met him in person?
I did. To put it another way, I couldnt even pee in front of that nobleman.
I guess so. Anyway, Im hungry. Lets go eat.
Marya grabbed the boys hands and headed toward the restaurant district. They enjoyed one of Jidos specialties, beef steak, accompanied by wood strawberry juice.
The three of them spent their days touring around various places in Jido during the day and training for the practical test at night. Two days flew by in an instant.
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