A/N: This chap is like nearly double last times chap, also, holidays are over soon so yeahh. Also no chaps until like the end of November coz from the 21st onwards I have abt 8 or 9 exams and I think I've mentioned this but I wanna get all As, and writing isn't a priority so ðŸ˜
Valier POV:
I was now fifteen, probably. My birthday was supposedly on the eleventh of December. Today was the twentieth of December. Babylon Academy's first semster started on the first of January. Today was the twenty-fifth of December, the twenty-fifth of December wasn't actually a special day since Christianity wasn't a thing. It was not particularly relevant, but it was interesting I suppose.
Anyways, over the last year, I had not gotten a single bit stronger. Due to the contract between the Fenrir and myself, Gleipnir affected me in an annoying way. He made it so I could now grow in strength for the first year of my contract. And conveniently enough, the contract ended recently, or so Godsbane says.
But I did 'grow' in a different way, I had simply become more proficient with what I currently had at my disposal. I could now create weapons in less than a second, 0.666 seconds to be exact. Before, it would probably have taken closer to a second to materialise a weapon, so this was a pretty vast improvement. Of course this wasn't fast enough.
If I fought Reinhardt (The blonde guy who kidnapped me) again, assuming he was at peak condition, I'd lose 10/10 times. And he was really not even that strong if I thought about it, the Sword Saint would be able to kill him in an instant, well normally. When they fought around six years back, the Sword Saint's sword was broken, she was also exhausted due to having to run from one end of the country to the other. She was also suffering from poison that came from warding off an assassination attempt. And of course, she had to keep the damage to a minimal and to keep Irene safe, so it wasn't possible for her to exert her full strength, although I've not been told this, I surmise that she was told that saving me wasn't a priority.
But yeah, she wasn't really in the best scenario. And I also think that she feels guilty, which is why she's trying her best to keep away from me. She's probably subconsciously making me seem less and less important, perhaps by underestimating me or by trying not to think of me, but I'm sure the guilt is plaguing her.
If I were some random person, I doubt she'd care. But I'm her precious disciple's sibling, so it must be quite troublesome for her.
But anyways, what I was trying to say was that Reinhardt wasn't comparatively strong. He was probably a lower end mid tier. Now that doesn't mean there are lots and lots of people at his strength, just that there was enough people above him to make him a mid tier in terms of power. But that's only in terms of raw power, his Cursed Attributes are what made him dangerous, they could temporarily or permanently negate healing and could even cause difficulty in regaining your Mana stores.
But yeah, anyways, I'm pissed because I've not gotten stronger, but I'm not weak when compared to people my age. And I'm starting to see signs of a Rune manifesting.
Runes would manifest over time, age wasn't necessarily a factor. I thought that they manifested at around fifteen, but they can manifest anytime from the moment of your birth to the moment of your death. Also, they can either manifest over time or all at once. I'm experiencing the former.
Runes can take a while to manifest, so I'll have to be patient. Irene might already have her Rune, I've not really spoken to her since she left for the academy, nor is it a wise idea to reveal if one has a Rune if they don't have to. If you had the Rune of Achilles, then people would just fuck your ankle up. And if you had the Rune of a beast of some sort, you could be kidnapped and sold on the black market. So unless your Rune is your selling point, it was not the grandest of ideas to reveal your Rune.
Anyways, the half baked Rune forms on me when I will it to, and dissapears when I want it to. It covers a surprising amount of my body when used, parts of my arm, parts of my chest, and even parts of my back and neck. Most Runes were a small tattoo on one part of your body.
The Rune that Artorius Astedalle, the main character of this world, was that of 'King Arthur.' He could wield excalibur, and later on, the power of each Knight Of The Round Table. He also had Excalibur, a Holy Sword of the highest caliber. It was on par with just about any Divine Construct. He could bring out its full power due to only being able to use Holy Magic, and he also had that vast pool of Mana. Holy Magic took a fuck ton of power, so most people could only use a few Holy Spells a day, but he could use them like regular magic.
But anyways, he's strong. Maybe on par with the current me, perhaps stronger. In a fight, I'd probably loose if I resorted to Cursed Energy. Holy Magic damages me more and my Weapons would be destroyed quickly if we fought. Under no circumstances could I get into a fight with him.
'But since I've got the heart of a Dragon, I probably won't be affected by Holy Magic as much as I would have before, though, I doubt my weakness to it is going to be erased unless I get stronger. Honestly, I don't even know if I'll be able to overcome it...'
I sat down on my bed, I was waiting for the servants to make preparations for my departure to Babylon Academy. I didn't need to bring anything as I could create clothes, and on top of that clothes were supplied to us and so were any educational materials. As for money, this world's currency was called C, it stood for currency and its value was universally accepted and used everywhere. This was made for the convenience of the author and it was now convenient for me.
Its value is the average of the Euro, British Pound, and American dollar.
But anyways, I had been given a phone and a bank card. Honestly, I've noticed that I'm somewhat average at things like cooking, but my bank account has a lot of money so I'm not worried about anything, plus the school would supply me with things like food if I wanted to.
The school had a fuck ton of resources available.
I sighed, the main story was finally going to start.
I extended my hand and released my Dark Magic. I had heard from my Hassans that the amount of mages who could use Dark Magic was the smallest that it has ever been. Recently, Mages had become stronger and stronger, people with pools of Mana and talent surpassing the past began to be born.
I crushed the Dark Magic in my hand, I activated my Demonic Eyes, actually, could they even be called Demonic anymore? My eyes were very close to properly fusing to Odin's Lost Eye. In fact, my eyes had started to become too powerful that sometimes I lost control and blood would seep out. I'd see things I didn't understand, and when I looked at a person, they'd merely look like a combination of energies if they were a mage, and if they were a non mage, they only had one energy. I could differentiate people in that state but it was tiring to look at blobs of energy.
Either way, I probably should try not to use my eyes if I don't need to, I'd had situations where it took me weeks to turn them off.
I got up when a maid knocked on my door and asked me to head down to the car, I'd obviously have to take part in the exam and the plan was to just barely pass. I planned to use a few of my abilities, mainly my magic and physical prowess, and my Weapon Creation. Though I'd probably make it seem like magic was my weak point. Well, technically speaking, I am weakest at magic among all my aspects. But I'm not bad at it, it's just that my physical power is much more overwhelming due to my Demonic Physique.
And due to my Demonic Physique, I had also grown a fair bit, I was now around 195cm (6'5) at fifteen. A pretty good height in my opinion. I'd probably grow pretty damn tall and that was all right with me to be honest. But anyways, I've gotten way more muscly without training. Gleipnir really only restrained my Magical and Cursed Energy based growth.
My physique naturally made me growm and so did all the physical training I did. My Magical prowess had increased, but like I'd said before, its raw power hadn't.
My hair had been cut so it was still as long as before. I usually had it done in a pony tail, but I had styled it slightly differently today. I had been given a hair tie that Iris used to use. Irene also had one of Iris's hair ties, I didn't find any value in it, but I kind of needed hair ties either way.
A/N: I have no clue what the hair style is called but I like the one that Arthur from tbate has, I'll pop a picture of it here. The source of the pic is turtle's insta. If there's no picture remind me but yeah, mc will probably have a few hair styles because why the hell not?
My white hair was quite nice and soft, I had a fairly good face as well, and my body was also a work of art. Not to toot my own horn, but I thought that I looked pretty good, so did most people to be honest.
Then, I heard a knock on the door and was escorted to a car. The place was far, but we could make it in a few hours. I could probably make the distance on my own if I was being honest, but I'd probably get arrested for unauthorised use of magic.
I decided to take a nap, and soon enough I was fast asleep.
Edited By: WorthyAdversary