I wish I could say I enjoyed the travel, that I saw amazing things on the road, and so on. But the truth is, I didnt. I absolutely loathed every mont of it. You know that thing about so characters not getting along with horses? Well, thats . I had no idea we would ride horses for sothing like ten days. Even Stanimal was flabbergasted at how much animosity the equines could muster toward . So much that we even bought a goddamn cart along the way. We had horses provided by none other than the Royal Guard, and we had to attach one to a coach.
After that, the sickness ca. Oh yeah, sickness.
I had not had ti to heal quickly enough from the soreness in my nether region when I started puking my guts out. And you might wonder, Well, Joey, why dont you ask the [Supre Archmagus] for help? He helped a woman with goddamn ninth stage cancer; cant he do sothing for you?
Which is a wonderful question.
To which the answer would be:
Joey Luciani. You might not be a Vanedeni, but you are being taught by one. Stop being a child and learn how to tolerate the []
You get the gist.
So, yeah. No. No, we are not describing my awful travel. I am not telling you about the beautiful sights I saw or the weird animals Stan presented to . Why? Because I was puking and feeling sick every other minute. How can a person on a coach feel sick? Beats . But I was. And I really dont want to think about it.
When I was thinking about hitting the academy, I thought about a grand welco, about [Archmages] lining up to see , and God knows what. Was there any basis for such a thought?
Not really.
What happened was that I ignored all the majestic architecture to check myself in an inn where I could use the toilet. Then, I kept feeling sick for almost the entire day. Admittedly, one of the reasons I felt so ill was because I kept doing magic math and running simulations in my head. And listen, if, on the one hand, the stupid hat is very powerful and helpful, on the other, it sses up your internal balance and overall perception. It amplifies everything. Thats why I kept puking my guts out during most of the trip.
But I had no other choice.
The clocks ticking. Lord Juler told sothing very interesting about this stupid academy, and thats the only reason Ive actually co up here. I couldnt care less about any duels. Antoninuss mother has to be healed.
As I finally fall asleep, I ponder the nature of my latest findings. I might have finally managed to recreate sothing close to gamma rays.
Waking up, I find myself staring at a massive snout.
What the hell, Grigio? I pull myself up, and the dog looks at with contempt. What have I done to this animal is beyond , but he really seems to dislike . Whatever. As I move, I hear a squeal from my side, and I notice Princess Bianca rousing from her royal lay.
Looking out the window, I notice that its still day. I must have slept a couple of hours. I look for a clock on the wall, but theres nothing in my imdiate vicinity. To be honest, I dont even exactly rember which inn Im in, if we all checked in here, or if I talked with anyone else from the group.
I an, our group is actually pretty small. Its , Lucillus, Stanimal, and Princess Laura. Oh, yeah, and Domitilla, my new student. Before, I had thought about bringing along either Tiberius or Quintus to open a shop here, but now that weve got Camilla and Clodia with us, I needed soone to keep them in check.
Would two veterans suffice?
Only God knows.
Getting out of my room and into a wooden corridor, I instantly notice that the overall quality of this building, a simple inn, is nothing to scoff at. The wood is polished and has a luster to it. Plus, I can feel a slight tingle on my skin. There are enchantnts all over the place.
I look at all the doors, and I instantly decide that its better I dont start randomly knocking on strangers doors. Instead, I make my way downstairs. Grigio, the dog that apparently magically entered my room, almost trips on my way down he runs to a table where I can see all my escorts.
Yo, wassup, I wave at them. What ti is it?
Lunch, Lucillus grumbles.
Lunch? Huh. Well, I think I lost twenty pounds on the way here. Better order sothing.
I look around, hoping to find a waitress. When my eyes land on a cheery, hairy, fat man, I feel my appetite fade. He instantly scuttles over to , almost tumbling. Its one of the first very fat Elven people Ive seen. Even though they dont respect the canons of fairness created by fantasy writers, Ive rarely seen very fat Elves. And I deal in sweets. So, I should be the pri expert on the subject.
Hello, dear custor! Welco to the Drunken Pyromancer!
Wow, an inn in a magical citadel nad after sothing magical.
Hello, there. Lovely establishnt, I nod to the man. Im a bit hungry, and I need to put on sofood in my stomach. I managed to bite my tongue before saying, put on so weight.
Sure! We even have Human delicacies here! Would you like a plate of stead snail buns?
Co again?
Stead snail buns! Humans love them! Its one of the most popular dishes from the Almiri cuisine! Even if we are at war, it doesnt an we cant share so of the great food our enemies make
My brains fuse goes out for a mont.
Ill take so at. Even better, so aty soup. With so bread on the side. If you have magical at, Ill take that. No organs, no bones, please.
Im not a picky eater, but these goddamn Elves would scare even Bear Grills away with their ruthless chewers.
The server nods and starts rolling away toward the kitchen.
I notice dark faces on Lucillus and Princess Laura. The first is not a surprise, the second a little more so.
Wassup?
Theres already a great commotion about your duels and our possible marriage. Soone let that slip, and now theres civil unrest. People are running around blabbering about stupid things. If my Ancestor werent here, we would be flooded with idiots by now.
I look at my Stanimal, always calm and collected, feeding Grigio so at. I have no idea when that happened, but I can see Princess Bianca riding on top of Grigio and taking so food from Stan as well.
Thats my girl.
After eating an excellent stew, we move out of the place.
I can finally take in parts of the citadel around the Nine Towers Academy.
Theres sothing sharp about this city. What imdiately stands out is that most buildings are made of solid rock. In dieval tis, thats very rare. Building such things takes a lot of money. And that doesnt seem to be lacking here. Many of these buildings are topped by a spire, pointy and majestic often lined with tal. Thanks to this, glints of light shine around the city like a series of deadly fireflies.
When I feel sothing hard under my feet, I notice that all the ground has been covered in slabs of rock. It kind of looks like marble, but its also different. Its more uniform and porous. Its a softer stone that gives a very even look to this place. Amoriums streets are quite clean, but they are still made of dirt. Here, theres an implied sharp geotry in all constructions. The corners are not rounded but as sharp as possible. I wouldnt be surprised if the number of kids who cave their heads in here were very high.
Theres only one city in the entire world that gave a similar feeling to what Im seeing right now. And that city is Ro. But the thing is, Ro is a ss. The Ancient Ruins are not well kept and barely standing in most places. However, whenever you catch a glimpse of the ones that are still proudly looking up at the sun, you can feel what the ancient Romans felt. You can see their proud civilization if you look deep enough. But just in glimpses, just in passing. Its a brief summary of one of the greatest civilizations ever to exist.
The most marvelous thing about the sight I have in front of is that its whole. When I think of antiquity, I can rarely picture that the whole city actually looked like those few majestic buildings we have left. Instead, it was probably a cradle of filth and shit or thats how I picture it, at least. But here, everything looks like the Colosseum but the full version, not its crumbled remains.
And this is just the citadel, not the academy proper.
The academy is visible from afar, though. And when my eyes land on it, it takes my breath away.
So far, this citadel has amazed . Admittedly, many things have from the Green Walk in Amorium to spells and skills. But, if I have to be honest, nothing has felt properly magical. Its always been sothing very elaborate, sothing that would take a lot of effort but could still be done even by normal Humans. Here, instead, leaving aside the crowd of different races walking around, theres that special sothing.
The academy looks like a super-sized version of the Sagrada Familia. Its like a cathedral but bigger than a skyscraper. But even though the massive spirals could be confused with the actual towers of the famous Nine Towers Academy, such a misunderstanding cant last more than a couple of seconds.
As soon as you turn your eyes away from the main body of the building, you can see nine even taller and bigger towers. They encircle the academy like a crescent moon, holding its back. They look protecting and threatening at the sa ti.
But what really gives pause and turns deaf
The bridges of light.
I dont know what else to call them. What I see connecting the academys various levels with the towers is a multitude of light bridges. They are static and unmoving, like the rest of the academy. But they arch lightly, with irreverence. They are a part necessity, a part levity. And most of all, they are Light Magic. I can feel it in my core. If the enchantnts in the inn made my skin tingle, what Im feeling now is equivalent to falling in love.
Theres an intimate kinship with whatever magic Im witnessing, sothing that runs deep in my class.
The Nine Towers Academy is one of the two great institutes of magic. But its the only one that has been historically open to everyone. The other is on Carilia, the continent of many races. And its in the Hydras nation. We have forced them to accept other [Mages], but the natural disposition of such creatures for magic makes them arrogant. Few decide to tangle with them and their politics. And even Sziezais, the great [Archmage] that led the world war on their side, went to the Nine Towers Academy. He stayed here for centuries before going back.
Lord Julers words are like a guide telling the story of this museum in the form of a city.
Appius and Archmage Titus have already sent invites, Stan says, interrupting my daydreaming.
After hearing the first na, Princess Laura scowls.
Appius? Is he still saying that my family arranged our marriage? I swear, Ancestor, I will personally rip off his useless little
Stan clears his throat, silencing Princess Laura imdiately.
Joey, the [Archmages] have been inford of your challenge. Few have taken it seriously. They will send soone to test you first. And thats only because I vouched for you. If you want to play it safe, you might want to consider allying with an [Archmage]. There are seven of them at the academy, even though not all are out in the open. So are secluded in their towers, researching secrets of magic.
Nah, I dont want to get political. I ca here to kick ass and get my hands on so research.
As Im talking, the ground suddenly rumbles.
I panic and start to look around . However, no one seems fazed by anything.
Well, soone got word of my presence here, Stan sighs.
As Im about to ask whats going on when the sun goes dark for a second. Lifting my head, I see an enormous goddamn golden Dragon fly above us. The streets are extra wide here, but Im pretty sure that such a creature cant
The Dragon descends in free-fall toward us.
Here we go. Im going to die. Is this the Dragon I stole the stupid book from? I an, it could be, right? Its a magic book, and this is a town of magic with a huge, stupid Dragon.
Well.
Here we go.
Eternal rest.
I hope several beautiful virgins are waiting for in Heaven. But I think Im with the wrong religion for that.
But then, the massive shadow disappears, and an ordinary man materializes in front of us. Well, ordinary might be a bit of a stretch since hes taller than Stanimal. He looks like a half-giant, and his skin is squamous and golden. It doesnt take a genius to figure out whos in front of us.
Archmage Marcus, Stan laughs. Still behaving like a child, I see.
King Tiberius, always sulking.
After a mont, the two hug each other.
I dont go by that na no more, Marcus. You can call Stan now. I want to leave my role in this country to younger generations. Im done interfering.
Oh. Was that a [Ghost Assassin] who dethroned the current Queen and raided the court, then?
Almost done, Stan says with a light smile.
And thats the Princess, the Archmage turns toward us, looking straight at Princess Laura with rainbow-colored irises. Not bad. She has a decent magical aptitude.
And is this thing about a Human wanting to marry her true? Wait, is that the Human?
Suddenly, Archmage Marcus frowns. Then, he sniffs the air like a hound.
A stray thought hits .
Im wearing a hat whose inner lining is made of Dragon skin.
Oh, here we go again.
Aborted generations, the Archmage swears, widening his eyes. Is that Human wearing Julersstupid hat?
Stan turns to with confusion in his eyes, but then he widens them.
Thats it! I could recognize the sll anywhere! And its lined with Dragon skin! That cheeky bastard! I was barely a kid when I t that idiot! He made that hat on purpose to irritate Witches and Dragons!
Soone still rembers the greatest [Archmage], I see.
I can hear Lord Juler gloat at the irritation I can now spot on the composed Dragon [Archmage].
I raise a hand in salute and try to smile. To be honest, Im so close to soiling my pants. Im stupid, yes. But Im not so stupid as to ss with Dragons.
Joey? Is what Marcus says true? Is that the Relic the most famous [Archmage] created to spite an entire Class and race?
Its [Supre Archmagus], you fools.
Do I have to answer that question? I ask, grimacing.
Is he a Vanedeni? the Archmage asks Stan.
No, just a normal Human. I dont actually know where he cos from, exactly. But I vouch for him, Marcus. Keep your claws to yourself. He will also duel with your best disciples.
Will he, now, I can sense so enmity from the Dragon and his blazing gaze pouring over .
Fear not, student. They might have practiced longer than you. But they are neither made of the sa cloth nor have they a teacher worthy of their na. I shall be long forgotten by history the day an untalented Dragon shall instill fear in one of my disciples.
Am I a student or a disciple, now?
You qualify for being my disciple. But Id rather make it official with a proper ceremony. We will take care of it at a later date.
Tiberius, why is your student not answering my question?
I co back to the real world, noticing that I apparently missed a question from the big bad Dragon.
Hes not my disciple, Marcus. And please, call Stan. He daydreams, sotis.
How can a person so distracted be worthy of dueling my disciples, Stan? Does he even have any magical aptitude? I cant see his talent. Is he taking magic seriously, or did he just find a Relic, and now he thinks he can lord over others? And whos teaching him? If he doesnt have a teacher, how can he demand to challenge my students?
The chatty Dragon is still talking, and I have no intention of interrupting him. However, thats not so true for the person that can randomly take control of my body.
Disrespect has always run thick in Dragons blood. Like Hydras, your lot has always felt superior to the rest of the world. Even if, ti and ti again, you have been humbled by history. And also, once again, the Nine Towers Academy looks down on those not taught by their clique. But I carry both Lord Julers, the one [Supre Archmage], will and Relic. The only thing that stands between and a weak Archmage like you bowing to is a few years. So, Dragon, be careful with your words. This body does not have the blood of a Vanedeni, but it carries all its will, and its wrath shall descend onto you if you intend to insult any further.
Everyone fucking freezes at my words. I can feel a hint of piss coming out of . I have rarely been this scared in my life.
Well, thank you, Lord Juler. I really wanted to die. I an, why not.
Suddenly, a huge magical pressure envelops my body. But Lord Julers currently in charge of it, and he simply laughs at it. The Dragon narrows his eyes, but he relents after a second.
He talks like that madman, Tiberius. I cant call you Stan, Im sorry. Bear with . Habits and traditions die hard with a Dragon. I will host you as my honored guests if you agree. Your descendants are in my tower, under my people. I think you want to check on them. Ill have a report drafted for you as soon as we cross the entrance.
The Dragon ignores my words even if Lucillus, Princess Laura, and Domitilla are as frozen as I am.
Oh, and you, Human. I shall test your words. If you are found lacking, Im sure many would be after the Relic you wear on your head. And just as many would gladly take it off of you, with your head still attached to it.
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