— Lunaria's PoV —
"As an elf, we possess a natural compatibility for learning flying magic. It's not because we are a superior race, but because of our strong affinity with spirits. These ethereal beings play a vital role in mastering this magical art."
As those words reached my ears, I found myself nodding in agreement. It's an undeniable truth that we elves do not view ourselves as superior to other races.
However, the spirits' inclination towards us, the peace-loving elves, grants us a special ability to see and interact with them. It is as if our souls have harmonized with the spirits, a gift that has likely evolved over countless generations to perfectly align with our unique and tranquil environment.
In the vast tapestry of existence, every race weaves its unique thread, with strengths and weaknesses intricately intertwined. Humans, despite their relatively shorter lifespans, shine brilliantly with their remarkable intelligence and boundless talent. Dwarves, though 'vertically challenged', possess an awe-inspiring strength and masterful artistic prowess. And the beastfolks, though they might not boast the same intellect, flourish with heightened senses and instincts that connect them intimately with their surroundings.
In this symphony of diversity, I firmly hold the belief that no race is inherently superior. Each one holds great potential and possesses its own imperfections, making them all equal and indispensable threads in the fabric of our world.
With my attention fixed on Master's presence on the screen, I listened intently to every word she uttered.
"As your bond with the spirits deepens, reaching a certain level of friendship, you can establish a contract with them. Once forged, communication becomes effortless, transcending words and flowing through mere thoughts.
Spirits possess an innate ability to sense ill intentions, which explains why peaceful beings like elves find it relatively easier to foster a genuine connection with them."
In that moment, I tuned out all distractions, immersing myself fully in Master's wisdom. Her words held the keys to a profound understanding of the mystical world of spirits and magic.
"For those among you who are not elves, particularly humans, the path to mastering flying magic might present some challenges. The chant designed for flying magic was specifically tailored for other races, serving as an initial spell to convey your friendliness and willingness to collaborate with the spirits in this magical endeavor. It acts as a bridge of communication, establishing a foundation of trust between humans and the spirits that assist in the art of flight.
However, for us elves, chanting is unnecessary, especially if you are already contracted to a spirit. Chanting will only add unnecessary complexity and could even lead to confusion."
What is Master saying? How can we harness high-level magic without chanting or performing rituals? Could it be possible? Can I use chantless magic for a legendary spell like flying magic?!
This realization took my breath away, and I inhaled deeply to absorb the significance of Master's words. However, I knew it was crucial to continue listening attentively to avoid any misunderstanding or misconceptions.
"Indeed, chanting is unnecessary for us. Instead, communication with the spirits is the key. Once you have established a contract with a friendly spirit, the first step becomes effortless.
Next, we must grasp the mechanics of flying magic. As you might already know, it's essential to align the wavelength of our magic power with that of the spirits to prevent any unwanted clashes that could lead to mana explosions.
Spirits are exceptionally sensitive to a person's intentions. If your magic power's wavelength does not align with theirs, they may perceive it as malevolent, leading them to reject your magic power, resulting in a catastrophic explosion, as you aptly put it, kaboom.
I understand that this concept might be challenging to comprehend, so I'll make my explanation dumb to make it understandable even to a five-year-old children like you, fufu."
My head hung low in shame as Master's cruel laughter pierced through. I couldn't deny that I felt like a mere child before her wisdom. However, her remark about being a five-year-old irked me; after all, I had long shed my baby fats. Despite her harsh words, there was an undeniable truth in them.
Nonetheless, I remained eager to hear what she would impart next. Her teachings, though stern, held invaluable knowledge that I couldn't afford to miss. I swallowed my wounded pride and focused on absorbing every ounce of wisdom she would share with me.
"Ah, well, you see, the spirits are responsible for creating the air required for flying magic. It will envelope you with air necessary for the next step. It may sound simple, even dumb, fufu, but that's the truth.
Your role comes into play as you manipulate this air using your magic power. Here lies the challenge: matching the wavelength of your magic power with that of the spirits' creation.
Many have stumbled at this step, unable to synchronize their magic with the spirits'. For the less intellectually gifted races, have you ever considered modifying the chant to suit your own wavelength? I know it may sound absurd, but such alterations can have significant effects. I promise to teach you more about it next time.
As for my fellow elves, do you understand now how flying magic truly works? If not, well, you might be considered a bit dense. Just kidding, hehe."
As frustrating as it may be, I suppressed the urge to punch Master in the face and continued to listen attentively.
"It's quite simple, really. Communicate with the spirits. You, my dear, have the greatest advantage, so make full use of it. Unless you're a prodigy like me, capable of controlling the wavelength of magic power at will, you won't be able to fly without the spirits' assistance."
Master's exasperated sigh filled the air, emphasizing the challenge we, the elves, posed to the spirits.
"Just ask them to match the wavelength of your magic power, you dumb elves wasting your natural advantage. If they are friendly towards you, they will comply; if not, maybe you're not an elf but an imposter.
Once this alignment occurs, whenever you ignite your magic power, the spirits will automatically synchronize theirs with yours.
Now, considering my theory, let me give you an idea of how this magic truly works. Your magic power, infused with the wind attribute, will continuously propel the air generated by the spirits. The perpetual motion, like a gentle breeze, will empower you to fly indefinitely in the direction you desire.
Indeed, there is no issue with the direction you push since the air is produced all around you. If you wish to ascend, push your magic power downwards; the same principle applies for other directions.
Flying magic is remarkably straightforward. With a standard elven mana pool, you can easily sustain flight for at least 30 minutes without encountering significant difficulties.
Sigh, teaching less intellectually gifted individuals can be quite challenging. But don't worry, we'll meet again in the next session."
I stood there dumbfounded, realizing how oblivious I had been to the simplicity of flying magic. I felt foolish for struggling so much when the answer seemed straightforward all along.
The truth was evident; I couldn't deny my lack of mastery in controlling my magic power, especially when compared to Master, who had already disappeared. It was a humbling realization.
Heeding her teachings, I understood that modifying the spell would require a constant ignition of magic power. While this approach was easier than my struggles in the southern forest, it wouldn't be suitable for an escape method or sustained flight.
Master's method, focusing on communication with the spirits, truly held the key to success. If I could establish that deep connection, I could bypass the need for constant chanting and effortlessly synchronize my magic with the spirits' power.
I nodded to myself, reaffirming my determination to follow her advice. Communication would be my guiding principle, and with time and practice, I knew I could achieve a seamless harmony with the spirits. The prospect of becoming a skilled flyer filled me with excitement and eagerness to embrace this newfound knowledge fully.
If I have a firm grasp of the technique, I my magic power would no longer disrupt the spirits' flow. Whether I ignited my power weakly or strongly, the spirits would seamlessly synchronize their magic with mine.
This newfound understanding opened up endless possibilities. I would be able to control my flight speed effortlessly, gliding through the skies at my desired pace without the need for constant chanting.
Filled with excitement and determination, I decided to put this knowledge to the test immediately. My dedication to mastering flying magic was unwavering.
As I was thinking about this, I felt a rumble within my soul, a powerful surge of magic power within me.
This!
Hahaha, Rank 7 is within my grasp! I can feel it, the only barrier that stood between me and this coveted rank is the mastery of flying magic.
With this understanding, I am confident that once I learn this magical art, the road to Rank 7 will open up before me, hehehehe.
Time is of the essence, and there's no room for delay. I'm determined to put in the hard work and dedication required.
I'm off to practice now without a moment to spare!