Chapter 37: Talisman Circle

Chapter 37: Talisman Circle

Chapter 37

Talisman Circle

Again!

Again!

Re-focus! Again!

Again!

Sylas repeatedly stabbed forward, his entire body diving with the motion before snapping back into place. Over and over and over again, tens, hundreds, thousands of times. Beads of sweat coalesced on his forehead, his muscles torn in pain, but the determination in his eyes remained the fuel for his bone. Again. And again. And again.

It was a stark difference from when he just arrived at this place. Hed accustomed, hed gotten used to life here. Even after hell calmed down and he had more time with his thoughts, he wasnt as clueless as he thought hed be. Wake up at dawn, eat, practice, read, learn, practice again, spar, have Ryne teach him about talismans, practice, eat, read, sleep.

The specific routine was established shortly after the four returned from the frigid forest. Valen and Tenner immediately began working to implement their plans for the better security of the castle, while Ryne locked herself up in a basement and started making talismans, a process that nobody else was privy to as those were the customs.

Surprisingly, however, the young girl invited Sylas a few times, likely becoming bored being stuck in a dark room alone, where he got to see some parts of it. It reminded him a lot of calligraphy, with the added ingredient of magic, of course.

A month had passed since their return. It was, by far, the longest, uninterrupted loop within which he didnt die yet. And that month saw stark improvements across the boardstarting with him.

Hed filled up quite nicely, gaining some fifteen pounds, looking more and more like a rugged vanguard of desolate regions rather than a virginland boy with no experience. His hands developed numerous callouses, marks of his hard work, affording him some credibility at last. At least in his mind, that is.

Furthermore, his skill with the sword had improved remarkably. He didnt have any special talent, far from it, but Tenner was an amazing instructor. That coupled with the fact that Sylas had however much free time he wanted to practice meant that hed finally reached what Tenner called an average boy-mans strength, whatever that meant.

Sylas felt it inwardly, the changes. He rarely ran out of energy, and, for the first time in his life, actually needed four-five meals a day to survive. With the arrival of the food shipment and the restocked warehouse, Valen increased the overall use of foodas long as the guards worked hard. Whoever participated in the morning and afternoon drills was afforded an extra meal a day, so most able-bodied peoplenot just guards, but maids, stewards, and so onelected to join.

Uncle Tenner, isnt it enough? a chirpy voice broke Sylas out of his thoughts. You told me hed be free half an hour ago!

He has to practice

"He is! For two hours! It's enough!" Ryne leaped off the wooden fence and strutted over to Sylas, grabbing his arm and trying to drag him away. Sylas, on the other hand, glanced at her oddly before looking at Tenner who sighed and nodded helplessly. "Let's go, let's go!"

Fine, fine, were going, Sylas chuckled, putting down the sword. Let me wipe away, at least. I dont want to stink up your workshop.

Ah, now that you mention it, you do stink

" I said it myself just a second before," Sylas said as Ryne pinched her nose. "So why does it hurt so much when she says it?" walking over to a nearby barrel of water, he washed his face and used a nearby cloth to wipe some of the sweat away. He didn't dare take a bath, especially since temperatures have begun dropping heavily. These days, mornings already saw the first signs of frost on the grass, and it smelled like it would snow any day now. "Valens big meeting is this afternoon, right? he asked Tenner before leaving.

Yeah, the Captain replied. Hell ordain the first batch of successful trainees. I also heard the Baron mention hell promote a new Captain.

"No," she nodded again. "But, last week, it finally dawned on me! There is no need to cover the entire walljust its foundations! But then I also realized that involves miles of length, so, no, again. I was frustrated, I have to admit. And I cried."

You cried? I didnt know you cried.

Thats because you never visit me.

"I've been busy," Sylas said.

With what? Playing a soldier?

what do you mean playing?! Are you implying my skills are bad?

Implying? No. Stating.

that hurt.

Getting back on track, Ryne diverted the conversation as they finally landed into the corridor leading to her dwelling. I finally figured out the issue.

You did?

Yes. Reinforcing solid states is naturally hundreds of times harder, she said. For instance, if I divorced the reinforcement from the stone, I could easily create a talisman that covers anywhere from twenty to thirty squared feet. Applying it to the stone, however, diminishes it, clearly, by incredible margins. So, I figuredwhy not not reinforce the wall and instead just create a shield in front of it? Oh? Like a force field? Like a force field of sorts, she practically read his thoughts, tossing open the wooden doors to the basement. Its not quite as strong and resilient as it would have been normally, but I can cover virtually the entire wall with it within a couple of months. Furthermore, I can layer it further, adding extra protection over time. Andit can easily be moved as it wont be permanently attached to the stone. Tada!

She set him beside a massive, wooden deskit was almost seven feet long and nearly three across and was currently occupied by hundreds of strewn pieces of parchments and ink stains. Toward the edge of where the two stood, however, was a remarkably clean portion that only had seven parchmentseach exactly the same length, palm-sized, with the same inscriptions across their surface.

I know it isnt much, she said. But its the first time I ever created a Talisman Circle on my own.

wow, all the intricacies and notations, naturally, eluded Sylas, but he understood just how much hard work it took when he looked at the state of the rest of the desk, as well as the young girls expression. This was something that was chiefly hers, designed and manufactured by her hands. He could sympathize with that, at least. Good job, he reached over and patted her head gently. I honestly didnt agree with Valen when he asked you to do this, thinking it was too much of a burden. Looks like I underestimated you.

Heh, of course you did! she exclaimed proudly, pointing her nose toward the sky.

"You should show it to him this afternoon," Sylas said, smiling slyly. "He'll definitely look at you in a different light."

Y-you you think? gone was the confident, proud girl immediatelyin front of him stood a shy, sixteen-year-old girl with likely her first crush. The transformation was uncanny, to say the least.

Aye, he nodded, petting her again. Im sure of it. I mean, if you keep stuttering and mumbling and avoiding his eyes, hes sure to have questions, so you have to work on that as well.

W-whshut up! Get out! I need to work!

Ah, Id forgotten how fickle a young heart in love is, Sylas mused, smiling wryly while Ryne pushed his back with all her might. He let himself be dragged forward and out of the room, with Ryne slamming the doors immediately.

T-thanks for the advice her low voice trickled through the wooden doors as, immediately after, the sound of the racing, receding footsteps followed.

tsk, damn handsome boys, Sylas cursed enviously, climbing out. When will it be my time? Preferably with some nice, older dame~~haaah