Chapter 20: Secrecy

Chapter 20: Secrecy

Every single time I think about women, I am afraid of being sexist. To be honest, Im not even sure what sexist means anymore. In my experience, being sexist is meeting a girl with colored hair from Columbia that screams at me because I didnt know about her protest on misgendering language.

Thats why I am very careful when I ask the landlady, whose name is still a mystery to me, my next question.

Do Elves favor men over women?

Its a passing thought but, at the same time, its something you would expect from a medieval society.

My host, whom I can now see a bit more clearly, raises an eyebrow and laughs.

Humans, she shakes her head. This is probably the first genuine mirth Ive seen on her face. No, kid. Elves are more versed in magic compared to your flat-eared kin. That means women have fried more than one handsy [Warrior]. In our history, you can even find [Queens] who gutted their treacherous husbands. We are far from a matriarchy, but we are no men-dominated kingdom.

I dont think I have ever asked which kingdom we were in and who these queens and kings were. Or maybe I did. And then I forgot. Considering my weird sleeping patterns, theres a good chance that I could have already heard some name.

May I know your name? I ask tentatively with a tiny smile. I dont want her to be offended by my wide grins.

Agostina, kid, she sighs as she puts down a tea and some biscuits.

Beautiful name, milady, I feel a bit more daring now that shes been less hard on me. And thank you for the tea and biscuits.

I want to say stuff like you didnt have to or you are an amazing host and a landlady I could only dream of, but I dont want to be thrown out.

You have to read your crowd. This lady was old school. Even if she allowed some measure of tomfoolery from me, she wouldnt stand for too much of it.

So, I tone down my usual antics to cute instead of overwhelming.

Kid, she says while pouring me some tea, can you tell me how you were casting that spell? Even if you are training unusually, as you claim, I could give you a hand to avoid blowing yourself up.

At that moment, my brain spaces out because I realize something.

The book is a wonderful tool, but its probably similar to an untrained AI, right?

Ok, wait.

Do I know how they train AI?

Huh?

What?

Maybe? I cringe.

So, you are overcharging your spells by taking more time than needed to impress the spell matrix?

Impress?

What?

II dont know what Im doing, to be honest, I shrug with a bitter expression. And its true. I see a truth-stone on the table turning green. Shes not the kind of person who needs to be subtle about these things. Would you mind teaching me how to materialize the [Light] spell?

Im curious to know whether Im casting spells differently from the rest of the population. Is it so far-fetched to think that maybe my spellcasting method could be superior to theirs? Is that the reason my [Light] spell was so powerful?

So, I fully expect her to show me some shabby version of the spell. I wouldnt mind feeling like Im a genius of sorts.

You really dont know anything about magic, do you, kid? she snorts. How someone recreates a spell is a well-guarded secret. Even a [Light] spell is usually something that stronger mages dont want to trade since it would give insights in how they use every other spell. I asked you because I figured you are newbie without secrets to give away. In fact, there are exceptions, like wide-spread knowledge at the academy or direct disciples of [Archmages] and so on, who will learn in exchange for a magical contract. But unless you want to be my disciple for the next twenty years of your life, I fear Ill not be able to explain you my [Light] spell.

Well, why am I surprised?

This is exactly what I should have expected from this world.

What, you thought I could just be a secretly overpowered mage and lord my superiority over others from the shadow?

Hell no.

These motherflippin pieces of biscuit dont share their knowledge unless I go to some nine-damned academy or something.

I exhale and leave it at that.

Come on, Lady Luck, you could be merciful from time to time.

Even a masochist needs some respite!