It was just after midnight when Raphaello, anxious, took out the "Comprehensio" spell scroll. Carefully, he removes the magical seal and unrolls the parchment. In it was an intriguing description: whoever learned magic would have a deeper understanding of all aspects of knowledge.
However, upon unrolling the parchment, Raphaello comes across only one word: "absolute". Upon reading it, his eyes begin to burn and a bright light enters his eyes, and he quickly closes his eyes, unable to withstand the pressure that builds up in them. An intense feeling of power and wisdom washes over him, leaving him breathless and his mind spinning in a whirlwind of thoughts.
When he opens his eyes Raphaello looks at the parchment and it is completely empty, even the description that came with the parchment was gone, he found that event very strange.
"Is this what happens when you read the scroll?"
"That sounds really strange. Does that mean a scroll is only useful once? I need to find out more about how that works."
"Did it work?"
Raphaello was confused. Learning that magic seemed very simple, but he didn't know if it had really worked and if he now had the ability to understand it.
"Although not much has changed, I don't feel any difference in myself."
Raphaello then decides to test the magic and says out loud:
"I understand!"
He shouts the name of the spell in the shipyard, trying to cast it, but nothing happens. Lancer turns around in discomfort, causing Raphaello to put his hands over his mouth as a sign of regret for having shouted.
"Maybe Bugree misled me about this basic level one magic, but now's not the time to lament. Ignis Frigoris is the magic behind my plans, and all I need is to learn it."
Raphaello removed the seal from the last remaining parchment and noticed that it was very different from the one containing Comprehensio. The new parchment was filled with detailed information, and at the end, there was a mark and signature of the wizard who created it: Octavios Temporalis. At that moment, Raphaello understood that his idea was correct; the wizards taught how to use magic in an explanatory way, through drawings and writings, just as it was presented on that parchment.
Given all this information, distrust towards Bugree grew even more, as it became clear that he had deceived him with the first scroll.
When reading the Ignis Frigoris spell scroll, two forms of spellcasting were discovered, suitable for Amateur and Advanced level magicians. In the section for amateur magicians, it was instructed that they should point with the palm of their hand to the desired location for the temperature change. Next, they would need to enter deep concentration, controlling their breathing. To increase the temperature, the magician should say the following words:
- Incrementum Temperaturee in Hoc!
Raphaello experienced a growing sensation of heat in his chest, accompanied by the perception of some of his magical energy being consumed. With determination, he pointed his hand towards the board at his side and held the position for a long thirty seconds. During this period, he began to feel the heat emanating from the board, until, after a minute of concentration, the wood began to smoke, indicating that it was about to burst into flames. With skill and caution, Raphaello finished his magic, ending the process.
Raphaello could barely contain his happiness; His eyes shone brightly, and a soft blush colored his cheeks, showing the joy he felt. He fixed his gaze on the parchment again and, just below the conjuration words, he found the time needed to master the magic: just three days.
This information took him by surprise and he thought a few things:
"The wizard who created this spell could be mistaken about the learning time, or perhaps I have some natural talent for magic. Another possibility is that this spell is not complete, and I need to dedicate myself to training until I am able to cast it." it perfectly."
These doubts left Raphaello considerably confused. He walked from side to side with his arms crossed, pondering the difficulty of learning something when you don't have a teacher or reference. Deciding to explore the scroll further, he turned his attention to the part dealing with temperature reduction. However, he had no intention of trying to conjure her; Instead, he set his sights on temperature increase conjuration for advanced level mages.
To eliminate one of his hypotheses, that he was naturally talented in magic, Raphaello decided to test the advanced and unconventional use of magic. It was a simple method: concentrate on an object and visualize heating it, without reciting the conjuration words.
After a time of intense concentration, when the time came to cast the magic, he passed out due to the exhaustion of his mana.
With this, it became evident that what was needed to cast magic was the further cultivation of one's Qi in order to reach more advanced levels that would allow one to cast spells of all forms.
...
Lancer woke up the next morning, and upon opening his eyes, he immediately noticed a disturbing scene. His eyes widened when he saw Raphaello lying on the floor, with the magic scroll beside him. He frowned and immediately stood up, his expression reflecting confusion and alarm.
With quick steps, Lancer approached Raphaello, observing his friend's motionless body. He was visibly tense, his breathing quickened and his hands shaking slightly as he tried to understand what was happening.
- Rapha, are you okay? Wake up, friend!
Anguish was written all over Lancer's face, and he couldn't help but feel a knot in his stomach as he tried to figure out what had happened to Raphaello.
Raphaello gradually woke up, his mind slowly returning to consciousness. As his eyes opened, he found himself lying on the floor of the shipyard, with the magic scroll beside him. Hazy memories of trying to cast the temperature-increasing magic flashed through his mind.
His first impulse was confusion. He blinked several times, trying to understand where he was and what had happened. His head was throbbing and his body was sore. He remembered the attempt to use advanced magic and the intense heat images that had formed in his mind before he lost consciousness.
- Rapha, what happened, you were lying on the floor, did something happen?
- It's nothing, I'm better now, we need to go to the center of the village.
- yes, but explain it to me on the way.
Raphaello and Lancer left the shipyard and walked towards the center of the village. However, when they arrived at the central square, they were greeted by an unexpected scene. A crowd had gathered around a demarcated area, where several soldiers were present, forming a cordon. A tense atmosphere hung in the air, and curiosity was evident on the faces of the spectators.
Raphaello and Lancer exchanged confused looks, wondering what was going on. They joined the crowd, trying to see what was happening in the center of the crowd.
In the center of the square, a man was tied to a post, his eyes filled with despair and resignation. It was Gerald, the same man who had recently given a speech urging people to rebel against the baron. Now, he was about to face a terrible punishment.
In the village's central square, a lone figure stood on a small, improvised platform. The people who had gathered there turned their attention to this person, watching with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. Silence hung in the air, and everyone waited to hear what this person had to say.
Raphaello and Lancer, among the crowd, felt their hearts racing as they waited expectantly. They watched the figure on the podium closely, trying to decipher his intentions and the impact his words would have on the crowd. The tension in the air was palpable, and their emotional reactions were raw as they waited to see how the situation would unfold.