Chapter 15-15- The sky is falling
It was a still-dawn spring morning. Muffled thunder crackled in the sky, followed by a fine line of rain. Yawning, Rosaline Sheen got out of bed and walked to the window. In the distance, she saw the outline of the ruins of the Black Tower looming in the mist, like a watercolor silhouette.
She closed the window tightly to ensure that the cold and damp moisture would not get in through the gaps, then washed up, went downstairs, and started preparing breakfast.
The clinking of spatulas soon blended into the sound of rain, interspersed with the sizzling of frying eggs. After combining the fried eggs, bread, bacon, and vegetables into two sandwiches, she placed one on a plate, added a glass of water, and trudged up to the third floor, knocking on the door.
"Sister Witch, I brought breakfast."
"Well... come in..."
Soon, after getting permission to open the door, she opened it and walked in, and saw the unparalleled witch sister now lying on her side on the bed with a soft pillow in her arms, looking like she was not awake at all, with her beautiful silver hair a mess.
Without any special expression, she quietly placed the tray on the bedside table, then quietly retreated and closed the door.
This is one of the "contributions" she has found for herself so far. She participates in the daily life of the manor as much as possible. Although it is not even one ten-thousandth of what the witch sister has given her, as long as she can make a contribution, it will make her heart more peaceful.
It must be said that since she got the "meditation method" from the witch sister last summer, she has been practicing hard, and life in the manor has changed dramatically.
Last autumn, the witch cultivated a field in a nearby city park and planted wheat, using magic to accelerate the process. This led to the recent addition of bread to the manor's menu. At the end of winter, the witch built a shed within the manor and planted vegetables, which eventually brought lettuce to the table. Finally, the witch hunted, while Rosalyn collected bird eggs. Finally, they assembled the four necessary ingredients for the sandwich, allowing Rosalyn to taste this new dish.
A few days ago, the witch announced that she had developed something called an "electrical grid" that would soon catch all those thieves who came to steal food. Although Rosaline unconditionally supported all the witch's actions, she couldn't help but worry about the deer and rabbits.
You must stay away from here... She prayed weakly.
…
Perhaps because her life was too comfortable, the witch's schedule was very unstable, and she often slept until noon before getting up. This was completely different from Rosaline, who had been accustomed to a regular schedule since childhood.
But today was relatively normal. After eating a sandwich in the morning, she stayed in bed for a while and then got up. Although there was a strong sense of fatigue between her brows, her charm was not diminished at all. Instead, she had a different kind of lazy style.
Noticing her coming downstairs, Rosalyn, who was meditating by the French window on the first floor, immediately opened her eyes and revealed a nervous expression.
The witch tilted her head, a hint of doubt in her eyes.
"Witch sister, you said you would give me the first test today..." Seeing that she seemed to have really forgotten, Rosaline hurriedly said.
In the test promised by the witch, annual magic power growth is the only judging metric. Although only half a year has passed since the training began last summer, there is still a small test to allow Rosaline to better understand her situation.
"Hmm... I remember now." The witch said, her expression regaining its composure. She walked up to Rosaline and said, "Come, give me your hand."
-Testing magic can certainly be done by self-testing, but Yvette conducts external testing herself to prevent falsified results.
Rosalyn suddenly became nervous, her heart in her throat. She wasn't sure what the passing grade was, but she clearly remembered that the witch had emphasized that if she didn't perform well, she wouldn't accept her as a disciple, even if they became close.
Obviously, for a powerful, reclusive figure with countless legendary experiences, this couldn't be a lie. Over the course of hundreds of years, she must have interacted with countless talented young men of all stripes. Compared to those who had passed away, she was no special, and didn't deserve any extra sympathy.
Immediately, the ritual was activated and the trial began.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
After the answer should have come out, she raised her head slightly and carefully observed the witch's expression, but found that her expression was neither sad nor happy. There was no emotion in her dark red eyes, and the silence was terrifying.
It's over... Rosalyn's heart sank to the bottom and she almost cried.
But at this moment, the witch suddenly said: "I will arrange a spellcasting ring for you in a while. This is the reward for passing the test. You can get ready now."
"Spellcasting ring?" Rosalyn was stunned for a moment, then immediately said in surprise, "I passed this test?"
Yvette hummed.
Although her expression was as calm as ever, in fact, when she saw Rosaline's magic value was "6", she felt like the sky was falling.
Thinking back to when she first came into contact with meditation, she practiced hard in the Abyss Base for a year and only gained a few points!
Now, half a year is more than 6 o'clock, and a year is 12 o'clock! If she were to give her 60 years, wouldn't she have surpassed her teacher in a corner? This is such an ultimate genius, she would feel guilty if she didn't accept him as her disciple!
However, the lifespans of the two sides are different, so they are not very comparable... But no matter what, Rosalind's talent can easily crush ordinary people on the Origin Star... Wait a minute, could her talent be just the result of the different physiques of the people in the two worlds?
With this thought, Yvette felt like she had found an anchor.
Rosalyn's description of the Glowing Continent boasted numerous epic myths and innately powerful super-creatures like dragons. Does this mean it was a world of medium or high magic? Would the inhabitants of such a world naturally possess a high density of runes, thus creating a stronger rune siphoning effect?
The possibility is very high...
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A moment later, under Rosaline's expectant gaze, Yvette brought down a ring-shaped magic terminal from upstairs.
This is not her "Furnace Ring X3" with a remaining space of 44,000, but the "Sky Ring Y2" she recently found from the ruins, with a remaining rune capacity of 80,000.
"I'll record some high-level magic into the ring for you soon. Then you'll be able to cast it instantly by simply communicating with your mind," Yvette said. "That way, even if I'm not by your side, you'll still have some ability to protect yourself."
"Thank you, sister!" Although Rosalyn was very excited, she controlled her emotions and bowed respectfully.
Then she realized something and said hesitantly, "But, I've only been practicing for a short time. Can my magic... be used?"
"If I say yes, then yes." Yvette pulled open a chair and sat down, her eyes soft. "Do you want to know why?"
"Yes!" Rosalyn nodded vigorously.
"This first starts with the two forms of magic: internal magic within you, and external magic... The core of rune design is to leverage internal magic to mobilize external magic, achieving a powerful effect... As long as the rune set is thorough and flawless, nothing is impossible... However, sometimes we shouldn't pursue perfection too much. As long as the rune set is functioning normally, leave it alone..."
As a top rune compiler who has studied rune design in the Abyss Base for nearly three hundred years, no, it should be said that she is a rune artist. This was the first time that Yvette opened her heart to share her experience and understanding with others. Although it was just "basic knowledge" in her eyes, she still accidentally talked about it for several hours.
It was not until the sun's light gradually dimmed that she realized that the two of them seemed to have not had lunch yet.
But when she looked at Rosaline, she found that the little golden retriever's eyes were shining. Not only did he not feel the pain and confusion of being forced to indoctrinate knowledge, but he was full of longing and expectation.
"Do you understand?"
"I understood the first part, but the rest... I just thought it was amazing..." Rosalyn scratched her head embarrassedly.
"So how do you feel about this? If it's difficult, don't force it. I can teach you more than this."
"No, no! This knowledge is more profound than any book I've ever read. Although it's difficult, I really like it!" She mustered up her courage and said, "Can I...can I learn this?"
"Can."
“Thank you, sister!”
"...Also, from today on, you don't have to call me sister." Yvette lowered her eyes.
"Eh?" Rosalyn was startled, then understood. She observed the witch's expression and cautiously asked, "...Teacher?"
Yvette hummed, nodded slightly, and looked out the window.
The rain has stopped in the manor.
(End of this chapter)
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