Eryndor resolved to think about it later, intending to watch the demonstration first.
Dr. Ralph was explaining how the array formation worked.
"This array formation is small, so it will be a bit inconvenient. If there were more people we would need to make a bigger version of this.
"But well, it’s just us two, so it doesn’t matter much really."
He pointed to a specific part of the array formation.
"Place your hand here."
The second year student proceeded to follow the instruction, while Dr. Ralph placed his hand on another spot.
Within a moment, the array formation began glowing faintly.
Without anyone having to ask him, the young man spoke up.
"Yes! I feel it. I feel the infusion of energy of Consciousness. But ughh..it’s painful. It —"
Dr. Ralph was quick to interrupt him.
"Stop talking. You can’t hold extra energy of Consciousness, use your ability and consume the energy so that the pain lessens."
The young man nodded and quickly conjured fire on his palm.
So that’s his ability? Well…
Eryndor thought.
He had been around rather…less simple abilities, it was probably his first time witnessing a simple element based ability.
Dr. Ralph asked the young man.
"Can you use the energy of Consciousness I transferred over?"
Eryndor could see the nervousness hidden within the researcher’s eyes. He was, in truth, worried whether his project would finally be successful. It hadn’t been easy.
The second year student hesitated, but truthfully revealed.
"I don’t feel which energy is yours."
There was a moment of silence before Dr. Ralph laughed.
"Success! Success! Hahaha. Young lad, you couldn’t feel which one was mine, doesn’t that mean you can freely use them?"
The student raised his eyebrows, coming to a realization. It wasn’t that he was dumb, but he simply went through a moment of cognitive inertia.
When the researcher asked if he could use the energy he had transferred, due to cognitive inertia, the same pattern of thinking led him to instinctively search for the researcher’s energy—only to immediately register its absence before questioning anything else.
Eryndor lightly shook his head but was also a little proud to witness the researcher’s achievements.
This was a great leap forward in their battles against the hostile Outer Domains and the anomalies.
One of the two people standing by the side asked him.
"Aren’t you worried about this array formation leaking by showing it to us like that?"
The researcher turned to face the man and answered.
"Dr. Kirchoff stole the book about revered appellation from them in the first place. And this array formation in particular isn’t that high of an achievement for people at their level, I am pretty sure they already have it.
"I was just extremely proud about it because this is the first for humanity on Earth.
"Just because some country already had the blueprint of a gun doesn’t mean that the one who later designed a gun in some other country should be undermined. Right?
"Especially when our relationships aren’t amicable enough to trade these things."
Eryndor nodded, finding some sense in those words. They went through a few more experiments, which Eryndor didn’t take part in.
He was afraid of triggering something given its relation to him.
"I’ll be uploading this on the Academy’s website.
"Although it won’t really be useful without revered appellations spoken in that specific language, I hope it will still give inspiration for innovating ideas regarding array formation to the young’uns here."
Eryndor quickly asked him the doubt he had on his mind.
"What was that language?"
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Dr. Ralph faced him, and shook his head.
"I don’t know. I don’t know the meanings either. It was Dr. Kirchoff who taught me the pronunciations of the revered appellation. I don’t think he knows either."
Oh well, a dead end.
Eryndor nodded, and bid the researcher goodbye after a few minutes.
Walking down the familiar road to the villa, his thoughts drifted back to that specific topic.
Could ’The Guardian Against The End’ really be referring to my Sovereign’s Cloak?
Or…could the entire thing be some kind of mistake?
Were the revered appellations pointing towards someone else but because of my unique existence in the vicinity it pointed towards me?
Eryndor shook his head, immediately denying his speculation.
Dr. Ralph had said that he prayed to that entity because what he wanted came under that entity’s authority.
The researcher’s project wouldn’t have succeeded at all if the invocation pointed to a wrong entity, which was him, unless he also possessed that same authority.
But could two entities have overlapping authorities? Eryndor didn’t know.
Let’s just assume that it is indeed pointing towards me.
The following thought was naturally back to square one.
If ’The Guardian Against The End’ truly referred to his Sovereign’s Cloak, did that mean the second line referred to his second ability?
The Veil Beyond Perception…hmmm…what could it mean?
Was it some disguise related ability? Or something related to hiding?
Then the third line -The Law That No Will May Overturn.
What could it mean?
What ability could correspond with the third line? Is it like setting rules?
This third line confused Eryndor the most, as the fourth line didn’t need much thought.
The Sovereign Of Unwritten Fate.
Something related to fate huh. Sounds exciting.
If these revered appellations truly pointed to him and his guesses were indeed correct, he couldn’t wait to truly unlock these abilities.
And I seem to have some authority which involves being able to remove the mark of ownership over energy of Consciousness?
How great.
With a light sigh, Eryndor continued heading towards his villa. It was a rather enlightening day for him, allowing him to know about himself, if his guesses were true in the first place that is.
There was no one at the villa when he returned.
They’re still busy huh.
With a shake of his head, Eryndor went to his room.
Only around fifteen days left, I need to increase my stage as quickly as possible.
For the next fortnight, he settled back into his previous routine.
Finally, on the day before bi-annual tournament, a message was sent to the students.
It was about who would preside over the tournament.
Eryndor instantly recognised the person.
Oh? It’s him?