Chapter 258
There seems to be a fair amount of hate in the world. It doesnt matter which world Earth, Epretos, and the other continents. You know, so far, the only thing I have heard being properly praised is the madness of the Vanedenis. Think about that for a second, huh? The only thing you can find with any remotely positive connotation when talking about foreigners is how the Vanedenis were very good at killing people. The funny thing is that most Elves hate the Vanedenis for this or that reason, but those in the know still somehow respect what they accomplished. Im not about to go full Hippie on you, but cant we find something else? Like, whats the best place to get food around this stupid planet? Is there anything worthy of being mentioned? No?
But then, when you think about it, you realize something. This world doesnt have airplanes. This world does not have multiculturalism. Carilia, a big-ass continent on the other side of the world, is the leader in that. And even over there, most communities are gated and prefer to stay on their own. Races that mix with each other or that tolerate each other extensively are an exception, not a rule.
So, when someone called me a worm because I randomly bumped into them on the road, I wonder how you go about solving that. It is interesting because I never really had a racial problem in my life. Never been to Africa or Asia, so I have mostly been the white person among white people. Now, when they look at your ears and certain facial features, you get called names.
Worm.
Most people dont like reporting that term on paper because its charged. How very American of them. But see, I dont care about the guy who called me that because that person will most likely change. On Earth, Im of the opinion that the only way to get racism out of people is to let them die. The world inevitably becomes more and more progressive until we dont really care about color or stuff like that anymore. We can simply keep killing each other over natural resources and intercontinental disputes; how it should be after we have eliminated the silly racism.
Anyway, that was just a random thought. I wonder how it works here. No globalization, no broad knowledge of the other parts of the world... When someone dies on Earth, their children will live in a wildly different world to what their parents were used to. My parents came to the US relatively late compared to the big waves post-WWI and WWII. And before coming to the US, they had never really interacted with a black person and barely any Asians. Were they racist? Probably. Less outspoken about it compared to many others, though. But still, they are gone, and the new generations have grown up among many other races.
Joey! I look at Marcellus coming toward me as Im getting into my house after shopping a bit at the market.
Yo, wassup, I nod.
The others have arrived, he says with a hard stare.
So what? I was out buying ingredients to make us lunch. The pantry doesnt magically restock itself, especially considering the people who visit this house are essentially starved marauders.
Whatever; you said we should all get together to study! We have the Primitive Enchantments paper for the History of Magic class!
Yay, I deadpan, sighing to myself. Yesterday, Liogi suggested I should help Amelia by staying close to her. I guess that showing more regard for studying would be a good first step towards not having her fail.
Anyway, is the old man here yet?
What old man?
I frown and enter the house, looking at the clock on the wall.
Oh, yeah, yeah, Marcellus immediately nods.
Alba is looking at the man with fear and astonishment but still manages to squeeze out a nod. Same for Amelia, but with pure curiosity in place of fear. She doesnt really understand the bad blood between the Ahalis and the Vanedenis, I think. Not that Lord Juler would take issue with one bastard Ahali, would he? Well, I should have thought about that.
Anneus is still waking up but pulls himself onto the bed with his shaky legs and opens his mouth several times before closing it again. Hes probably tempted by a snide remark, but he can feel his [Dangersense] going off at the sole thought of interrupting Lord Juler.
All is well, Joey Luciani, Lord Juler sighs and sweeps his eyes around the place, settling on standing in front of the two couches.
Should have called the others as well, damn.
Well, whatever.
Primitive enchantments, as your texts suggest, are simply the first version of enchantments. Unlike many seem to think, we dont know how many shapes magic can take. To this day, we might be ignoring and forgetting some important steps while learning how to deal with Mana. The example that should leave all of you ashamed is the lack of [Mana Sense] or, as in Joey Lucianis case, [Advanced Mana Sense]. And if he had trained properly, instead of wasting his time in idle sloth, he would have probably reached a superior version of the skill already. Not a colored one, necessarily, but one strong enough to have weight in it.
Did this turn out to be a dissing session?
Alas, Sziezayss original head oh, you children dont know who Sziezays is, I fear. Sziezays, before I took his life, was the greatest spellcaster of his era after me.
Is the old bag smirking? Still roasting the Hydra after half a millennium?
He developed a bodily skill for his eyes--eye, I should say. Pay attention to my words because they havent been pronounced in a long time. Sziezays had a skill called [Eyes: The Eye of Sziezays]. It was what we call a Unique skill. You might never see one in your class, least have one named after you. But he developed a technique so strong and altered his body to such a level that the all-encompassing reality helped him achieve the impossible. His left eye was able to pierce even the soul-shroud that makes it impossible to [Dispel]--wait. Do you know what a soul-shroud is?
This is going to be a long lesson.
...
After several back and forths, wrestling with the dissonance between the knowledge of my study group and his, Lord Juler finally got to explaining what primitive Enchantments were.
Some call the Enchantment Cantamen, and its sadly a habit still alive among my people as well. That comes from the belief that the Canti gave origin to magic and, therefore, to enchantments. Its wrong. One of the first Canti, if mythology is to be believed, might have created the first Enchantments, however. My scholarly disposition pushes me to believe it is a very real possibility.
Here we go; lost again.