Grimoire and the Innate Attribute
Alkas was startled.
Just what the hell happened just now...! Magic? Could it be that I was affected by that guy's magic? A ten-year-old kid's magic?
The floor was slippery.
Only the friction had vanished from the ground where Alkas had fallen.
“Act your age. You crossed the line.”
Free still hated nobles.
Only for specific nobles like Alkas.
With a cold gaze looking down on him, Alkas raised his head in shame.
“Tch! Do you think you'll get away with this!”
With Alkas's words, Free instead sneered.
“Haha, funny story. So you're planning to spread this around yourself?”
“What?”
“Being the son of a viscount, you can't even tell the difference. If your family or your mother finds out, they'll be happy. Alkas.”
“...!!”
Alkas was surprised by that.
Free was cunning.
Clever.
Since the first time he touched Alkas.
He had already prepared means to prevent the guy from using any tricks in advance.
“Yes, you...?”
“If you realize it now, go back quietly and deal with the dirty clothes. Ah, if you make the servants do it, it might spread rumors, so you might have to do it yourself. It must be tough. Being the son of a viscount.”
“...Grr...! You...!!”
Alkas was in Free's palm.
Then, the gaze turned to the servants carrying laundry.
Following that, Alkas also noticed and hurriedly stood up and fixed his disheveled clothes.
By now, Free's magic had been released.
“...Arrogant brat! Just you wait. This won't end here!”
With Alkas's words, Free just smirked.
“Haha, talking like a third-rate villain. Alkas. Go home quickly.”
“...Damn it!”
Alkas turned around and left unhesitatingly, grumbling.
Free watched his back with an indifferent gaze for a while.
“Fr, Free...!”
With the voice calling him, Free turned his head.
His mother, Lady Lena, had one hand covering her mouth, unable to hide her surprised expression. In the other hand's pocket, her younger sister Reina was snuggling up, looking scared.
“Sorry, Mother. The guy's behavior was too rude, and I accidentally said something.”
With Free bowing his head, Lady Lena was surprised and quickly shook her head.
“...No. This mom is fine. Rather, I benefited from you?”
“Is that so? I'm glad you say that.”
“...What did you do just now? Did you learn magic already?”
“Yes. Thanks to good luck, I learned magic earlier than others.”
“...”
With Free's words, Lady Lena couldn't close her mouth for a while.
Then, realizing her dignity, she cleared her throat with a 'hem' and spoke to him with a quite serious face.
“I knew you were in the library every day, but I didn't know you had already mastered magic by yourself. Is there anyone who knows this fact?”
With Free shaking his head.
“No. Using magic in front of someone is the first time.”
“I see. My son has talent for magic, I didn't know that either, Mom?”
With the words that no one knew, Lady Lena's expression showed a bit of inner joy at the end.
Free, without realizing, had a faint smile on his lips.
“...I'm happy too that you're happy.”
“Eh? Ho ho, I didn't know my old son could say such things?”
“...I can't honestly say I'm happy about being called old...”
“Huhuhu, come here.”
With Free's joking words, Lady Lena called her son into her arms.
“...”
Free hesitated for a moment but soon discarded the hesitation and obediently followed the order.
Whoosh,
Free in Lady Lena's arms suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Then, in the warm atmosphere, he slowly closed his eyes.
Lady Lena hugged her son and daughter in her arms and said with a loving smile, closing her eyes.
“I love you. Free, Reina.”
“...”
“Oppa, did the scary person go away?”
Suddenly, the face that had been asking from Lady Lena's arms, now stable, looked up and spoke to him, her younger sister Reina.
“...Yeah. This oppa chased them away for the sake of Mother and Reina.”
“Wow! Oppa is cool!”
“Huhuhu.”
With the conversation and appearance of the son and daughter, Lady Lena laughed again.
***
After that incident, a few days later.
“Should make a Grimoire soon.”
Thinking as I closed the magic book I was reading in Phoenix's library.
Grimoire.
It meant the collection of all the magic I had learned into one magic book.
That magic book wasn't made of ordinary books.
Soul. And manifesting it into the material world by linking one's own mana with it. The only Grimoire in this world for the caster.
That was the manufacturing method and essence of the Grimoire.
Mana for making the Grimoire is already sufficient.
I had never actually made this Grimoire before.
Because hundreds of years ago, there was no such Grimoire.
Back then, staff. I used staves and wands. After hundreds of years, technology has developed more innovatively than I imagined.
In the old days, to activate proper magic, you had to use a medium with mana stone.
But now, without such things, the era has come where you use the Grimoire, which is also part of your soul, as the medium to cast and activate magic.
Rather, this method is more to my liking. As a war mage who has experienced many wars directly, having just this Grimoire is more efficient for a mage to fight than holding a staff or wand and fighting.
I know the Grimoire is in the form of a book, but you don't have to carry it in hand.
Because in the library, there were many books describing the information of the hundreds of years gap I didn't know.
Because when manifesting the Grimoire, the book itself would float in the air according to the caster's will without casting magic.
Therefore, compared to before, both hands are free, so it can't be more efficient.
“...Then, shall I start?”
It was a quite difficult magic to try for the first time, so I felt my tension rising unconsciously.
Creating my Grimoire.
That was another proof that I had become a proper mage in this world.
“Go.”
I injected mana.
Concentrating my mind, in the spread hand.
Connecting my soul to my mana.
When the mana and soul harmonized, waves of blue mana gathered at the fingertips and started to form.
Crack, crack-!
“...”
Soon, the core of the mana gathered above the hand, and blue light slowly drew the outline in the form of a magic book.
After it was all drawn, the transparent form of the magic book floating above the hand.
It wasn't complete yet.
Here, I had to give birth to the final manifestation.
Closing my eyes and concentrating more with sweat, soon all the verses of my soul, mana, and all the magic I had learned in my head became one form.
It was finally manifested into the material world as a Grimoire.
A dark blue magic book.
Grimoire.
With golden patterns embroidered on the front cover.
And there, five gemstones of different colors were embedded in the shape of stars.
The colors of the gems were red, blue, yellow, green, brown respectively. In the center, a large white gem in the shape of a diamond, pure white, was placed.
“This is...?”
I guessed when I saw it.
Each gemstone clearly represented the five attributes I had learned.
“Then... ”
The largest in the center,
What did the diamond-shaped pure white gem represent?
“Could it be...?”
With a thought of possibility.
I had never used it directly, but using only knowledge, I tried using one magic I knew.
“Light.”
In my previous life, among low-level magic books, Light attribute magic that I had learned at least by knowledge.
Light that only generated bright light.
By the way.
Light attribute magic and dark attribute magic were quite unique attributes that only those with innate talent could wield, whether in the past or now.
In other words, they were called the special attribute separately.
Those who used Light attribute magic were only a very small number of people in the world population.
Sometimes, people could wield low-level Light attribute magic, but when it came to the upper levels of Light attribute magic, some people couldn't use it suddenly.
And I had clearly experienced confirming whether I had innate aptitude for the five elements and also for that special attribute.
But then, it had failed, and now I realized I had talent for that attribute.
Late awakening.
This meant that it was not innate but acquired later.
Why? Why?
There was a question, but at the same time as making the Grimoire, I had an unexpected harvest: late awakening.
Although it was only one, it was the point where I directly witnessed with my own eyes that I had the talent for the Light attribute, one of the special attributes that I had none in my previous life.
Without avoiding my fingers.
“Pierce. Ray (Flash).”
This time, the Light magic that shot the light towards the chant with a short chant.
In the blink of an eye, it disappeared with a small hole left.
It was the moment I saw the ray shooting from the fingertip.
“...”