Chapter 259

During his training in East and West Siberia, Camus not only continued to improve his fighting skills, but also learned some random magic from Lancelmero - the reason why he used the word "random" was because he really couldn't fully integrate and classify these magics based on the knowledge he had learned.

- After all, as a top magician with a huge gap in ability between him and ordinary people, Lancermello usually doesn't care about other people's feelings, but only teaches Camus everything he thinks Camus is capable of mastering, so that Camus's learning results in magic are even worse than Dieter, who is almost self-taught.

"...Speaking of summoning, generally speaking, those beings controlled by magicians are collectively called familiars." Lansemello used the pure white snow on the ice field to make an autonomous puppet and placed it in front of Camus. "Whether it is a living being such as fairies, elves, dragons, and magical beasts, or a non-living being such as an automatic puppet or a puppet, they can all become familiars."

"Then... what kind of familiars were responsible for making nutritional meals?" Camus looked at the snow puppets in front of him that could even leave marks with his fingers, and his expression gradually became subtle. "They don't look like puppets, nor do they look like the automated puppets based on human bodies that were shown in the class before-"

"Strictly speaking, it is a kind of elf - but at its core it is a man-made alchemical elf." Lansemelo shook her fingers, and blue magic gathered between her fingers, turning into a light spot like a firefly. "However, the manufacturing process of that kind of familiar is more similar to the manufacturing of a man-made human."

"First, determine the final effect that needs to be achieved, and then establish the relevant magic formula like making a magic dress - then gather magic power to fix the magic, and create the alchemy spirit as the core." Lansemero pinched a new snow puppet and stuffed the temporarily refined alchemy spirit into the puppet's body, while showing Camus how to make a familiar, "Finally, stuff the alchemy spirit into the body made by magic - that's it."

"...The similarity with the androids is the process of establishing the final magic formula and then creating a complete body." Camus was silent for a moment, and then he deduced the similarity between the androids and familiars mentioned by Lancermello at the beginning, and turned to look at Lancermello standing behind him, "However, even if the Phantasma are no longer active on the surface after the end of the Age of Gods, the familiars created in this way are not the type that ordinary magicians can use."

"Well... after the Age of Gods, there are still people who use Phantasma as their familiars, but the one I know of died decades ago—" Lansemello paused for a moment, his eyes cast far to the west, "To be precise, she only gained the qualifications to form a contract with that elf before she died."

Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova - the last elf user recorded in the Chaldean database after the Common Era, a magician servant who is good at manipulating ice, and the youngest daughter of Nicholas II, the last emperor of the Romanov dynasty.

Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova in this world is not an elf master, and Lansemello's magic eyes have never captured the figure of the elf Vi in this world - but this does not prevent Lansemello from using Anastasia of Chaldea to teach Camus, who is living on the East Siberian ice field at this time.

"But, he is undoubtedly a good kid." Lancer Mello interrupted the topic about the elves with a smile, and simply gave Camus an example of dragons, "As for dragons, the dragon riders in the story can be regarded as a kind of guys who treat dragons as their familiars - but driving a fantasy species requires superb riding skills, which ordinary people really can't do."

"It is even more difficult to use dragons as familiars." Lancer Mello pointed his finger at Camus, referring to what he had said in an earlier course, "Servants are also a kind of familiars, but because they were once heroes, if they are used as ordinary familiars, the magician as the Lord will easily be directly severed by the Heroic Spirit."

"As a separate category within the fantasy species, dragons also have their own pride and dignity, and will resist the magicians who use them. Only a truly excellent existence can make dragons lower their proud heads."

"I see." After seeing Lancermello transform both familiars back into the raw materials of snow, Camus asked her a new question, "Besides familiars, what else are you going to talk about today? The history of magic or astronomy? Or..."

"Your freezing energy has been stuck lately." Lanser-Mero looked at Camus, who was almost as tall as him, and pointed at the ice and snow nearby. "I found that there is something wrong with your recent training - let me see. I have seen the fighting skills of the previous generation of Aquarius, so I can still guide you in this regard."

Camus did not question Lancermello's arrangement, and quickly made the starting move of the Forgiveness of the Goddess of Dawn. With Lancermello's special care in the past few years, Camus not only learned a lot of magic, but also developed the habit of unconditionally trusting all of Lancermello's arrangements, just like Dieter did more than two hundred years ago.

"The forgiveness of the Dawn Goddess!!!"

Lancermello looked at the freezing air bursting out from Camus' fist and quickly swept across the ice field in front of her, and frowned slightly - she had seen Dietel fight before, so she knew that Aquarius' freezing air could reach the absolute zero degree where everything came to a halt. Although she would not force Camus to reach the same height as Dietel in the past, it was obvious that there was something wrong with his freezing air now.

"Camus, try to attack Ifrit's replica." Lansemero projected a fire elf in front of Camus and decided to take a closer look at the situation. "Don't use the Forgiveness of the Dawn Goddess - any other fighting skills will do. You can also use the Ice Coffin to block Ifrit and not attack."

The moment Lancermello made the arrangement, Camus immediately froze Ifrit with an ice coffin - the ice coffin would not melt no matter how many billions of years passed, and even several Gold Saints could not destroy it; it could only be destroyed by using the weapons of the Libra Cloth, or by controlling the frost gas on the ice coffin.

——But the spirit that controlled fire laughed and melted the ice coffin, and soon it regained its freedom.

"Don't try again." Lansemero stopped Camus' attack and removed Ifrit's projection. "I already know where your problem lies. To be precise, it's not your problem, but the thread in the hands of the goddess of fate has already framed your development at this stage. You can only go this far and cannot move forward."

"That is the power of destiny, not a shackle that can be easily broken by the amount of training."

"But compared to my past training, I'm obviously regressing now, right?" Camus frowned, unable to understand the answer given by Lancermello.

"Because we are a little closer to the unshakable future - perhaps the goddess of fate found that your strength has far exceeded the strength that 'you are now' should have, so they made a small correction to the error of fate." Lansemello's expression was still relaxed. "This means that you have deviated significantly from the original trajectory."

"We will stop teaching magic for a while until fate's special attention to you disappears. I will not provide you with any additional help in dealing with fate. You can only decide what to do next based on your own judgment."

"Of course, this also includes the recruitment of candidates that the Pope has just issued to all current Saints."

"...I understand." Camus put aside the part about fate that he had not yet understood, and understood Lansemello's next arrangement for him. At the same time, he also confirmed with Lansemello her future movements, "What about you? Will you continue to stay in East and West Siberia, or--"

"I will disappear from your world temporarily - from now on, just pretend that I never existed and deal with other people." Lanser-Mero pulled the black gloves on his hands, his expression gradually becoming serious. "As for Aphrodite, if you have a chance, go to Greenland to remind him. You two just pretend that I don't exist in this world in the days to come."

"You can't tell anyone about the content of magic, especially what you have learned in the past few years, not even Aphrodite." Lansemello smiled and opened the transmission channel of the Mirror magic. Just like he promised Olgamari in the past in Singularity F, he said to Camus, "If you can do it, we will all meet in the Sanctuary in the future."

"I mean - including the previous generation of Gold Saints who have passed away."

Lancermello disappeared from Camus' sight, leaving only these words as a guide for all his future actions - and a year later, when Camus picked up his first apprentice and began to train him as a Saint Candidate, a giant cruise ship sank in a shipwreck and was washed into the waters of East and West Siberia by the ocean current.

"...It's about to start." In the office, William put down his pen and looked at the observation images of various places projected on the wall by Lansemero. When he saw that the Guradu Group began to gather many orphans of the same age, he joined the discussion. "Until now, Kirshtalia and Olgamari have not appeared in this world. But-"

"At the latest, seven years later, the two of them will definitely appear in this world." Lansemero closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa. "Because the second anomaly observed by the Chaldea Control Room is this entire world starting in 1986 - and the core of this anomaly is also in the sanctuary of Athens, Greece."

"This is our last job in this world."

"I hope they can start their mission soon. And I want Kirsch to experience the power of the sky in this world."