Chapter 45: A Month Later: Aquarina’s Letter
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It has been around a month since I got my Magic Circle. So far, I’ve been practicing the engravement of runes into it through the technique named “Magic Rune Forging.” Simply put, it’s just me infusing mana into my Magic Circle so magic runes of my elements emerge.
As I accumulate magic runes in my Magic Circle, not only will my magic grow stronger, but each Elemental Rune will also increase the damage I deal through the element of that rune, as well as my resistance towards said element.
This process is supposedly easier for someone that has an Elemental Circle such as me! … however, there is a big complication around the whole thing.
Due to my endless mana, as I call it, there’s a big problem. Much like my own body, wherein if I add too much mana to it, it might burst open and explode. Apparently, the same applies to my Magic Circle.
I tried infusing a shit ton of mana before, but on that day, I almost made my Magic Circle shatter. I barely managed to stop before it was overfilled and exploded…
If a Magic Circle exploded inside of my soul, I’m definitely sure I’d die right then and there. My soul would be destroyed for sure at that point, and I wouldn’t even have a third chance at life after that. If I did that, I’d literally die.
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Due to that, I’ve been very fearful of overusing this massive stream of never-ending mana.
I never thought that having literally infinite energy could make it so hard to grow stronger. Of course, there are still pros to it, such as never running out of mana. I can conjure things very quickly and continuously nonstop, but even then, as I let this endless mana flow through my body as I cast spells, the burden gradually increases.
I have to train both my body and soul so I can “take” on this burden for longer periods of time. Making contracts with familiars is a good way to extend this burden as I can share it with them.
Anyways, moving all of that aside, I’ve been carefully using my mana to enhance the runes of my Magic Circle, spinning it around as I continue to enhance and generate more runes for it to grow stronger and wider. It’s a time-consuming and meticulous process that even a four-year-old would never be able to do it and would run out of mana quickly after trying it once.
Despite getting tired after a while, I can certainly last longer than any kid my age could ever achieve thanks to this endless mana. With that said, I’m proactively “cultivating” my Magic Circle to achieve greater strength.
In just a month, I’ve already gathered a few dozen runes. To break through the 1st Rank of the 1st Tier, I require 100 runes of any element, so I’m already halfway through in that regard.
After that, I can push for the 2nd Rank of the 1st Tier. With that, my magic power should be enhanced a little bit because of it. It might take me another month, or perhaps just a couple more weeks if I keep working at my current pace. Oh, I also noticed that the more runes I make, the easier it becomes to form them through this continuous rotation and forging into my Magic Circle… which means that the more runes I have in my Magic Circle, the easier it will be in the long run to make even more.
Of course, I can already guess that higher Ranks and Tiers would continuously require more and more runes, so I suppose it’s fair that I can get to do this easily as time goes by, making even more Runes in the process.
Phew… I am beat.
I sighed in relief as I finished my daily rune-creating meditation. After all, I was still a tiny little half-elf girl. There’s a limit to what I can do.
Unfortunately, for this whole month we haven’t gone back to Aquarina’s place, the Amazon Tribe, due to the harsh weather.
To make up for that, we have some special accessories named Whisper Stones, which we can use to send messages to one another. It’s very slow, and it takes like half a day to get a message from the other, but through this, we can send one or two daily messages to one another even if we’re far apart.
I just read her message of the day actually. Naturally, she had been sending them daily.
“Sylphy… how are you doing? It’s cold here… I miss you. I want to be with you… I just ate a yummy stew and I feel sleepy… I wish we could sleep together and cuddle in bed… I miss you… Sylphyyyy…”
And then after that, I think she fell asleep. I guess she sent it quite late…
We usually slept together in the same bed as sisters do whenever I got there. In fact, she really loves to hug me while she sleeps, so she has grown attached to the feeling. I guess there are also times where she cannot sleep well without someone hugging her. I suppose either her father or mother are with her to make up for that, perhaps both even.
She’s seriously a little cutie and I can’t wait to go meet my little sister again either. That being said, a month has been rather agonizing without meeting her even once. After all, she’s like my best friend and my family as well. Without her, I can’t have adventures or fun.
But of course, I still have the mind of someone way older than her, so I can wait patiently for our meeting once more. I guess I’m old enough to even consider her something like a daughter I take care of. I think I’m developing motherly instincts? I wasn’t that old when I died though. I was around 18 or 19, I think… but at that age, there were already some girls in my previous life’s village that had toddlers.
Indeed, in my previous life, girls had children at a very young age. I was one of the weirdos that just never got together with any guy… well, I think I liked someone within our party, but I never got to confess my love to him. Fortunately, he did survive. He was part of the group that managed to escape with the slaves we rescued. Sigh. I hope he’s fine… and I hope my sacrifice was worth it. I really hope they’re living well, wherever they are right now.
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