Chapter 4 (1/2)
by Ziru
Called a Princess
“Hohoh, is this young one your child?”
Deep in the Ministry of Magic, in a room buried in books and doc.u.ments, lived Master Rufus.
Bald head. Rich and white beard. A magician that stood at the apex of the Casalia Kingdom, he didn’t act self-importantly either. Three hundred and ten years old. A high ranking magician that has lived a long life.
“Long time no see.”
Agatha quickly bowed her head. Ria subsequently bowed as well.
“It’s fine to Identify this child?”
“Yeah, start from there.”
“Hmm.”
Rufus nodded and raised his cane, and for some reason struck a pose.
“Identify!”
He exclaimed.
“… Hmm, I don’t know.”
“… Please do it seriously.”
Agatha sighed deeply, and Ria fell down.
“I am doing it seriously. Because I used the magic, her Read Resistance must no less than level 8, she must have a Gift similar to that.”
“If it’s like that, does she have the Gift of Read Resistance?”
“That is a powerful Gift… and the millennium is approaching, perhaps…”
Rufus muttered seriously, and Agatha let out a somewhat trembling voice.
“No way, is this child a hero?”
A hero. They appear in history to fight the demon lord, an existence that exceeds common sense.
Or a mutation, or a person summoned from another world.
As for fighting the demon lord in the millennium, there has without exception always been one.
“She may perhaps be a hero. Even her magic power already exceeds yours.”
Apart from Identify, there is an ability to sense magic power. Though it isn’t quantified precisely, there are those who can see the various sizes of magic power, and Agatha also has this ability.
Ria didn’t have it yet.
“It isn’t different even when I use identification magic. What’s up with this?”
Hmmmm, Rufus groaned. Agatha timidly called out.
“Well, even though it’s a problem that Identify isn’t effective, there’s something else I want you to see.”
“Oh?”
Opening the chest of Ria’s clothes, four scales were showing. Since Rufus wasn’t a pervert, he didn’t react to the chest of a little girl.
“These are… scales? But then… a dragonkin? No, all things considered…”
“Speaking of the famous dragonkin, the Empire’s Militant Emperor Ryuke Riana-sama, and Casaria’s founder Leyte Anaia were like that.”
Both were legendary figures, and both women.
“I heard that in Leyte Anaia-sama’s lineage a dragonkin is rarely born. This child…”
“Hmm. I never would have predicted something like this…”
For some reason the conversation advanced into things Ria didn’t know. Ria became bored and saw the spines of book lined up, and caught sight of one with an ominous t.i.tle.
(I feel like I’ve heard of ‘Necronomicon’ somewhere…)
She wanted to read it, but was convinced that she likely wouldn’t be allowed.
“As expected, we can do nothing but speak to His Majesty.”
“That’s right. Though I’m reluctant.”
For some reason the atmosphere was disturbing.
A few days after that pa.s.sed peacefully.
Ria swung the wooden sword every morning, and took magic lessons from Agatha.
However, the contents changed a little. Until then her seriousness hadn’t come out. A bloodthirst to teach could be felt coming from her.
It was a familiar feeling. When looking at the mysteries of swordsmans.h.i.+p from her previous life, masters would emit that atmosphere without fail.
The things Agatha taught was magic for life. So far they were convenient, and in contrast with being valuable for living, they were also essential for fighting, to survive with magic.
Magic for emergency situations like body enhancement, continuous healing, paralysis resistance, toxin resistance, and underwater breathing.
In addition, Dragon’s Bloodline activated. The awakening gave a Gift of Body Strengthening, and additionally a Gift of Enhanced Vitality.
This world’s dragons were existences equivalent to G.o.ds, but that one definitely appeared.
Half a month pa.s.sed.
An omen could be continuously felt.
On an ordinary day, an extravagant dinner was prepared, and Agatha and Fei were clearly nervous. They were trying to avoid feeling it.
With that, it’s like saying there is something.