Within the world of Yggdrasil, there are different types of magic users.
Some are born differently than others, and excel in a specific category of magic, however, they can still use other magic-types (but the effects will be drastically weakened).
But there are rare instances of a person possessing two or more magic types at birth.
The known magic-types are;
[Annihilation-Type. Allows the magician to exert magical power to create destructive phenomena, with natural forces like thunder, flame, ice, air, earth, water, or other enigmatic forces of creation.
Transfer-Type. Allows the magician to modify the properties of matter. One can modify an object's weight, its hardness, or turn water into ice.
Healing-Type. Allows the magician to heal injuries and ailments of themselves or others. Its effects are diverse and are regarded to be mostly belonging to the Valkyries.
Cognition-Type: This is regarded to be able to manipulate a person's mind and their memories. Depending on how it is used, it can be the most powerful.
Alteration-Type: Allows the user to imbue things with magic, such as their fists or weapons, to strengthen them or give them the properties of said magic.
Champion-Type: An extremely rare type of power; those who possess two or more different types of magic fall into this category.]
The only known Champion-types in Yggdrasil were the five heroes and Grimhild Yorgana.
With the Book of Nazar given to her by Mordelius, she could use every single magic-type present in the monograph.
There were no limits to her knowledge and magic.
Grasping the book, she held onto it dearly, facing her elderly friend with a gentle nod.
"I thank you for this gift, it means more to me than you can imagine, Mordelius."
"I'm only proving my worth to you as a friend, Grimhild."
The witch gently nodded, keeping the book in her hand, saying, "I appreciate that, but are you sure Gaia will approve? You're one of the High Elemental Priests, and you're giving away Nazar's most prized possession."
Mordelius chuckled, raspy in his elderly voice.
"Ahahaha, I may get scolded, and that is inevitable, but I trust you, Grimhild. When it comes to taking care of something, you're the one to rely on."
The petite witch took his words to heart and nodded her head. She held a great deal of respect for the Earth Elemental, knowing she could rely on him in any situation.
"Thank you once again, Mordelius, I'm glad we could catch up over a cup of tea. I owe you once more for your generosity."
Mordelius snickered.
"It is no problem. From now on, take better care of yourself, and no more secrets."
"Don't push it." Said the witch walking out of the room. "I keep secrets to myself for important reasons."
"But doesn't it feel good to get it off your chest? You're too small to be carrying a payload like that."
"Shut up."
Grimhild walked down the stairs as Mordelius followed, tittering at her response.
*
"Ughh, it's so hot, I don't wanna walk any longer, can we take a break?"
"No, we took one a few hours ago, we have to keep moving."
A dark-skinned boy, wearing an eyepatch and a noticeable cape walked alongside a short girl with white hair. She wore high heels, with a long dress down to her shins.
"Listen, I don't have the stamina like you, Kyto! It's not fair that I have to keep up with a Cyrodel!"
"I like you better when you're quiet..." Muttered Kyto.
"And I like it better when you show a little sympathy for me! I'm still a Rozenheart, you know?!"
Kyto kept walking down the dirt road, muttering, "It's hard to believe someone like you is a Rozenheart."
Elizabeth picked up on what he said and kicked his calf, causing him to lose balance.
"Hey-! W-Woah!" Kyto fell face down with the girl jumping over him, proceeding onwards. "What the hell, Elizabeth?!"
"You're acting like I don't have ears." Said the angry girl.
"How the hell did you even hear me?!" Kyto was more astonished than pissed off. "You're some freak of nature, you don't even have magic, yet you can hear a measly whisper, meters ahead of you."
Elizabeth halted in her tracks, turning around to face the bewildered Cyrodel.
"That's the point of our journey..." Her eyes were filled with determination, gazing at her companion. "We will travel to Mythical Valley so I can finally obtain magic! I've always lived a life, manaless, while my parents disowned me. But not anymore! I will obtain magic so I can be accepted back into my family, as a Rozenheart!"
Kyto closed his eyes, standing up from the ground and dusting himself off.
"It must be hard being a Kaizamei - I can never grasp how it would feel - living a life without magic when the entire world relies on it."
Elizabeth turned back around, standing in place.
"My teacher always told me that the manaless, known as Kaizamei, was born to balance the world of magic. It may seem silly, but I held onto that belief." Elizabeth lowered her head, and closed her eyes, "I believed that I was born with a purpose, only to grow up and realize it was nothing more than a fairytale. We Kaizamei's are just unlucky people born with deformities and are hated across Yggdrasil."
Kyto walked forward, placing his hand on Liz's shoulder, and standing by her side.
"I feel the same way, Elizabeth, I was born from both man and god; a taboo act that gave me life, and made me hated among society." Kyto smirked, completely understanding her view, "That's why I'm here, so we can help each other out. We both face the same struggles, but together, we can overcome anything as friends, right?"
Elizabeth gazed at Kyto with a smile.
"Right, of course."
"Then let's continue so we can finally get rid of your deformity."
"Ehhh? I'm still tired." Elizabeth moved to the side, falling into the field of grass
"...You can't be serious."
"I can finally rest!"
*
The sound of a carriage and the galloping of hooves echoed through the fields of greenery. Skeletal horses, with dyed-blue flames oozed out of their bodies, burning into the wind. Grimhild had longed to depart Nazar, the Earth Elemental Realm.
She carried towards her destination, holding onto the Book of Nazar, dearly. Meanwhile, Jean was still in the back of the carriage, asleep, until Grimhild lightly tapped his ribcage with her foot
"Ghnnn, huh?" Jean slowly opened his eyes, rising from his sleeping Matt. "How long have I been asleep?"
The expressionless Grimhild mumbled, "A few hours." She sat the book down, rummaging through her bag until she pulled out a jar of food, handing him what appeared to be beef stew. "Here, eat this, you need to fill your belly."
Jean widened his eyes at the jar of stew, drooling at the thought of meat and veggies.
"T-Thank you, Grimhild! I'll eat it without waste." He took the jar of goodness, opening the lid to see a fork inside. He wasted no time devouring the cuisine, bathing his mouth in its delicious flavors.
"We'll be arriving at the Ashen Burial Grounds before we make a left into Loreanzus Village."
"Huh. The Ashen Burial Grounds? Isn't that dangerous? Why don't we cross over the mountains like everyone else?"
"Because, that wastes time, this will be much easier."
Jean looked frightened with bits of food on his cheek.
"It's said that the gods were buried there after the war. Their souls are still lingering about, waiting to capture the next prey who enters the burial grounds. My village always told me about the horrors of that place..."
Jean was visibly nervous, but Grimhild paid no mind. She took out a cloth, wiping his cheek, and watching him flush in embarrassment.
"Most of that is just rumors to scare adventurers. I believe the Ashen Burial Grounds belongs to a group of bandits, so they have people make up ridiculous stories to keep the land to themselves."
"B-But that doesn't make any sense, why would the bandits wanna live in a place like that?!"
Grimhild shrugged her shoulders.
"Bandits do not care where they sleep, or eat, they just take what they want without reason. They're like Orcs, that's why you see a lot of them present in their group."
Jean, still feasting on the beef stew, tilted his head to the side, confused.
"I never ran into any bandits, I've always grown up in Wyvernwood Village, are there really that many Orcs?"
"Indeed."
All of sudden the four horses slowed down, coming to a stop.
"Hm?" Grimhild stood up, glancing overhead. "Adventures?" She could see a young dark-skinned boy alongside a short white-haired girl. They were alone, walking on foot.
"Traveling without means of transportation, how bold."
"Uhm, should we help them?" Asked Jean.
"It depends." Muttered Grimhild, hopping off the carriage.
"Ehh? Hey, Kyto, look, someone's approaching us!" Elizabeth shook his arm, gaining his attention.
"Is she a bandit? This isn't good. Just when we were about to leave, bandits showed up!" Kyto frowned, facing Elizabeth. "You just had to take a break."
"Huh? Don't blame me!"