Doggone Academy

Weekly Chapter (4/5)

Luna’s expression twisted as her back touched the wall.

Finally, she called out someone’s name in tears.

A maid standing in the corridor quickly entered Luna’s domain.

The young maid had just come of age.

The maid, who embraced Luna, reassured her in the language of spirits.

Sylverine curiously watched.

It was strange that a maid could speak that language.

Sylverine said to the butler,

“Does this mansion also have elementalist maidservants?”

“No, not at all. Sonya has never learned anything about it, she’s just a maid who has been related to the Raylee family since she was a child.”

“How can a maid speak the language of spirits?”

“We don’t know, not even Sonya herself.”

The butler added that the only person Luna opened her heart to was Sonya.

Their relationship had lasted almost ten years. For the several years that Sonya took care of Luna, she could never see the spirits. But unexpectedly, she understood the language of spirits and could even handle low rank spirits.

Sylverine had never seen a similar case. Two genius elementalists. Perhaps Sonya’s innate talent developed with her interaction with Luna.

***

Sylverine sat at the balcony table. Soon she would have to lie down to sleep.

On the table was a letter from Luna. Since Luna had received Sylverine’s help a few years ago, she had sent her a letter every year.

Luna would soon enter Eternia Academy as well.

Sylverine never answered Luna’s letters. She did not meet with her for personal reasons, so she did not intend to become emotionally involved with her.

She rummaged through some research records. She hadn’t expected to search on that subject again, since she had lost interest in it long ago.

The Magical Society had studied cases like Sonya’s for years.

Sonya learned about elementalism because when a person maintained a strong bond with another person who had magical talent, a mana transfer could happen.

In other words, mana transfer assimilated magical abilities.

It was curious that this was not a recent discovery. Prestigious mage families, which existed for centuries, had been using mana transfer for a long time. It was an open secret.

They selected children who were born with exclusive powers to enter into incestuous marriages. They wanted power to belong only to the family and to maximize their profits through the mana transfer.

Of course, the effect was minimal because the marriages were forced., but they thought it was better than sharing power with others.

Sylverine suspected that Damien’s abnormal mana regeneration was due to mana transfer. In Sonya’s case, her elementalism grew abnormally.

The language of spirits could only be developed through a contract with an intermediate rank spirit, but she spoke it even though she barely dealt with low rank spirits.

Sylverine assumed that Damien developed a high mana regenerative ability because he had a very deep bond with another person. Damien had below average magical talent, but had developed an ability up to high rank.

The Magic Society had recorded several cases of mana transfer, but no person had developed an ability to the high rank.

That’s very rare.

Sylverine’s head hurt when she imagined it, so she squeezed her temples with her fingers. She even felt intense unpleasant emotions.

A strong affection for each other must have existed for that to occur. And to be maintained for at least ten years.

It seemed too unrealistic.

***

Harman’s workshop.

Damien worked there until a few months ago.

Normally, there would be no one there in the deep night. But today was different.

Many people were at the workshop.

Their limbs were tied together with ropes. They were all companions in Damien’s workshop. There were also orphans who had lived with Damien in the Lorail Pavilion. Posted only on NovelUtopia.com

They were trembling with extreme anxiety.

And five masked people stood in front of them. Icicles hovered above the masked people, pointed at them.

A woman with long silver hair and a long staff was in the middle of the masked people. Her silver hair looked familiar to Damien.

She then pointed the staff at Master Damien’s neck in the workshop.

“Where is Damien?”

He shook his head.

The staff pointed toward the orphans who had lived with Demian in Lorail Pavilion.

They also shook their heads tearfully.

“……”

The woman lowered the staff as if her arm had lost its strength.

Icicles rushed towards the tied people.

Amidst the screams, a sea of blood emerged.

The masked people next to her threw fireballs in all directions.

The workshop quickly caught fire, and the roof collapsed.

Then Damien woke up from his dream.

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