Chapter 37: The Magic of the Sun and Moon
Usually, children tend to have big dreams.
However, as time passes, they realize the reality. The same was happening to Roka.
A little after the training began, Roka forgot about her dream of fighting the God of Hope. She couldn’t even defeat the auntie in front of her eyes.
“Brat.”
With a flex of Ardein’s will, a magnificent golden dragon appeared and glared at Roka. The princess, riding on top of such a creature yawned.
Despite being a creation made from her Aura, a Dragon was still the apex of existence.
A being above all beings.
The highest peak that challenged the heavens.
A transcendent species that can no longer be called mortal.
Dragons were the subject of respect and admiration for all earthly creatures, and there were countless attempts to imitate them. This Dragon-shaped Aura was the answer and attempt put forth by the first Emperor.
“Your Aura is flashy...It may even have color, but you lack control...Imagination and that makes it worthless.”
As if the ambient mana submitted to the apex species the magic within several dozen meters was depleted in an instant, as it was absorbed by the Dragon.
In the past, the Princess couldn’t maintain this state for long and just used it in mere seconds to deliver a powerful blow. But now that she had become stronger than before and broken through the Master’s realm, maintaining the Dragon-shaped Aura was a piece of cake.
In fact, manifesting Aura wasn’t that difficult in the first place.
If you have sufficient magic, proper talent, some effort, and the guidance of a teacher, even a child can do it. Once you master the knack of compressing and exploding magic, you can easily draw it out from then on.
However, the Aura created in this way has no color or form.
Magic is the power of the world, that is, the universe itself, and as everyone knows, the universe has no attributes to speak of. The sun and moon, lightning and wind, mountains and seas, fire and water. Even stars and light, and darkness.
All attributes come from the universe, so the universe can contain any attribute.
Color is individuality. Colorless means a lack of individuality.
Lack of individuality means it can be dyed any color. The Primordial Aura has no attributes or color, but color emerges and attributes are determined according to the training direction of its owner.
No matter how large and strong a colorless Aura is,
It is common sense that it crumbles and erodes when it touches a colored one.
It’s because the level of Aura is fundamentally different. Unless something completely extraordinary occurs, it’s natural for a person who manifests a colored Aura to have more magical power.
“And that color, in fact, wasn’t even created through training, right?”
In cases like Sol De Roka who was born with a unique attribute of magic, it is a slight exception to know how to use Aura that has color innately. It’s like starting one step ahead, but you have to grasp the form by yourself.
“Ugh...”
“Hmm...Your reserves aren’t bad at all...But it’s nothing extraordinary as well.”
Contrary to Roka, the Princess Aura had color, form, and even imagery imbued in it, reaching the realm of a master.
No matter how much Roka spewed out the power of the Sun and the Moon it was inevitably overwhelmed as soon as it touched the Dragon-shaped aura.
Now, the Princess wasn’t doing this just to show Roka’s lack of power and stabilish a hierarchy, since this experience was also a form of training.
Just as liquid scatters weakly when it hits a solid, a solid hitting a solid can at least make an impact sound. When you throw an egg at a rock, it naturally breaks, but still leaves a sound.
“...How in the hell I’m going to make my Aura like that...?”
“I don’t know.”
Roka stared at the Princess with a dumbfounded expression.
Belatedly seeing that gaze, the princess shrugged her shoulders.
“It’s true. I don’t know. The shape of an aura is different for each person, and how to acquire it will also be different.”
“You’re not shitting me, are you?”
“Tsk. Listen, brat. The shape of your aura is not something someone can find for you. If it were that easy, everyone would be a Master. So, stop complaining and start working on it.”
Although Magic can lead to many wonderful things, it has its own rules, and it won’t act outside of them.
On the other hand, humans are different.
The way people use magic can vary drastically, and one’s method may not apply to others.
Even if they originated from the same primordial body and belong to the same category of species, each person is a different being, and magic follows the traits of such people.
After glaring at the Princess for a while, Roka nodded her head. Even if she couldn’t fully trust her, she didn’t think she was doing this to torment her.
If this is training, how should she draw out magic? How can she shake off the pressure of this terrible Dragon in front of her?
The sun.
The power manifested by the Sapling of Lineage.
The power of the sun, the overlord of daylight.
And the moon.
The possibility that she herself bloomed with her own efforts.
The power of the moon, the owner of the night shone quietly in the night sky.
Until now, she had only been spewing out this magic without form. This alone may be effective for those who cannot handle magic, but to those who have trained magic even a little, it would look like a novice.
What if I use these two to create the shape of a wolf?
An enlightenment that came from seeing the Dragon-shaped Aura.
Sol De Roka, who tried to create a wolf-like shape enveloping her body, realized at the start that this was a total predicament. She didn’t have the training methods that the princess had mastered, nor did she have something like the dragon’s bloodline that assisted in the formation of the Dragon-shaped Aura.
Although she was part of the Azure Wolf Tribe, this lineage didn’t help in creating a wolf-shaped Aura.
As Roka struggled, the Princess sighed and withdrew a considerable amount of the magic pressure.
“Well. It’s not like I was expecting you to succeed on your first try anyway.”
“Hah?”
“What we tried just now was like trying to build a roof without pillars. We had time, so we just tried it out, but the proper way is to start from the basics.”
Before grasping the ‘shape’, it’s essential to create the ‘color’.
However, Roka’s Aura already has color, but it is the color naturally created by the magic of the sun and moon. It wasn’t something she had an input in.
And it also means that the girl is heavily dependent on these two attributes.
“Listen brat. If we remove this fancy magic of the sun and the moon, what’s left of you?”
It is a question that must be raised at some point, and it would be better to address it now than to face this question in front of an enemy.
Roka slammed her mouth shut.
Because the princess’ words were not wrong.
“You know the answer, right? You’d have a worthless, aura without color or shape. You haven’t taken a single step out of there.”
Through the Sapling of Lineage, Roka gained the power to handle the magic of the sun and the moon.
But naturally, there was little to no growth in other aspects besides that. The princess pointed out that weakness.
“My color is gold. Sure, my color is exclusive to the Imperial Family, but it’s mine. Heard that Harmael, the 2nd-ranked Demon King has a Murky-White Aura.”
Whether they are the strong or those who are still lacking to be called the strong, the color of magic is different for each person, and there is no such thing as the strongest color. There is only the strongest.
“As for Grimudo... I don’t even know if he uses Aura or not, but anyway, there is no superiority or inferiority in this color. That’s why brat, I ask this of you, not as a member of the Imperial Family, but as your teacher...what is your color?”
“Who said you were my teacher, Auntie?”
“You...”
Tsk.
Truly, the little thing before her was an Ill-managed mutt.
When the princess was about to get angry at Roka’s attitude, the little wolf laughed.
“I’m kidding. Thank you, Auntie.”
Ironically, Ardein thought of herself as a brazen woman, but it seemed she had finally met her match in this little mutt.
“Sorry, but Roka doesn’t know...”
Her own color? Sol De Roka had never seriously thought about such a thing.
And there is no need to think seriously about it.
The sun just shines, but people give meaning to it.
None of those meanings match.
One’s own color is not created but drawn. People do not know themselves and cannot move their hearts as they wish.
The heart is only represented and colored by their Aura, like a mirror projecting a shape.
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Naturally, like just breathing.
Like a fish flapping its fins to swim, Sol De Roka spewed out magic.
Of neither the sun nor the moon.
The most fundamental magic that anyone can reach out and make their own, colorless and attributeless magic. However, this is also both the sun and the moon and contains all the attributes of this world, including rain, wind, and lightning. It is the most fundamental power that can transform into any attribute.
This universe is not made of only the sun, nor is it composed of only the moon,
because all the attributes and lineages we know are intertwined and living within it.
The child who thought she was wearing a mask was not as fragile as she thought herself to be.
She yearns for affection, has someone she loves, and depends on that person.
But she has no interest in anyone other than the one she gave her heart to. No malice, no goodwill. That cold heart became a blue light and seeped into her magic.
Within that blue light, a streak of black light mixed in, creating a dark blue Aura.
The fact that it’s black means it has extinguished all other colors. Any color that touches black becomes tainted and murky.
Only those with exceptional determination will create a black Aura. A streak of dark blue line scratched the space dominated by the dragon, allowing magic to flow. Some of the magic in all directions, seized by the Dragon, was instantly liberated and bubbled as it was sucked into Roka.
The dark blue magic slowly revealed its color and fluctuated. If this were a battle, the dragon that had regrouped its momentum would have scattered the magic with a single roar, but training and battle are clearly different.
And they should be different, as the Princess dismissed her Dragon-shaped aura.
“Now you can at least protect yourself.”
Without any fuss, she simply said she did well in a calm manner,
But in fact, she was quite shaken inside.
‘What the hell is that, it’s already beyond the level of talent?’
The princess herself grew up being called a genius, but there was one time she felt inferior.
Despite being younger than her, the champion of the Theocracy broke through the realm of the master that she couldn’t even reach. The existence of the hero, Yurinel Lakponcia, was a great pressure for her.
But here, there is a talent that surpasses even the Hero. Finding one’s own color after hearing a few words is something that even Princess Ardein at her most spirited time could never have done.
Perhaps, just perhaps.
This monstrous little thing follows Kyle’s words without a single shed of doubt.
In other words, if she can somehow win over Kyle...
Then, Roka will come as a bonus.
Could I also use that child as part of my forces?
If Roka continues to grow and helps with her revenge, nothing could be more reassuring than that.
In any case, all her royal guard forces have scattered or been removed from power, with many defecting or escaping. Even if she gathers them again now, who knows if they’ll amount to a handful.
If she has to start over from the bottom anyway, there’s no reason not to covet a talent like this little wolf.
“Brat. From now on, don’t call me Auntie.”
“I’m grateful for your help with training, but I can’t call someone twice my age sister.”
“Then how about, mentor?”
Roka’s expression became strange.
The princess insisted, changing her words.
“...Teacher?”
That’s how a truly bizarre Teacher-Student relationship began.