Christian sighed deeply. Even after ditating, watching a movie from Jim's mory, and listening to the harp's music, he could not sleep well last night. So, he woke up and practiced his morning ditation to ensure he was in the best shape for the day.
However, as soon as his ditation ended, his identification card warned him that soone was outside his room, waiting for him. Intrigued, Christian opened the door, and for a mont, he lost his breath.
Kallista stood opposite him in a white toga with a golden sash around her waist. Her shining black hair hung casually on her back, showing a perfect balance with the purity of her white clothes. She smiled, and for a mont, Christian thought the sun had ford a halo around her.
"What? Is there sothing on my face?"
"I desperately want to compare your beauty with Aphrodite, but I have a feeling this is taboo around here."
Kallista's smile intensified: "Are you srized?"
"No comnt," Christian said as he regained his bearing. He decided to change the topic imdiately. "Why are you here?"
"I ca to check in case you were lost."
"Thanks for worrying about , but I think I'll be fine. Most likely." He had morized all the routes, but sotis, that was not enough. He may need a few days of practice to get to know everything around him.
"Most likely?"
"Alright. I appreciate you coming. Co in, I just finished my ditation. Give a few minutes to shower and eat, then we can leave."
"ditation?" Kallista asked as she entered the room. "Isn't that sothing only [Novices] do after choosing their teacher?"
"I don't know about that. I've been ditating since I was eight, and it has many benefits, including training focus and willpower. You should try it."
Christian imdiately realized he had repeated sothing stupid after seeing her reaction. "How clueless and insensitive of . How about I teach you?"
"No, no, there is no need."
"I know the control of knowledge is strict in this part of the world, but where I'm from, we believe in making knowledge more accessible — we believe in sharing for the better developnt of magic. So, I don't really mind."
"That's a great philosophy and all, but I can't accept such a precious thing."
"How about this? I teach you how to ditate, and you teach Hymn Magic?"
"How is that a fair trade? There are many classes on Hyman Magic in the library. You'll have a better chance at learning from them."
"Let think: learning one-on-one from a beautiful woman like you, or learning from an old geezer who possibly spits when he speaks? Oh no, what a difficult choice!" Christian said while exaggerating his facial expression.
Kallista laughed, showing her pearly white teeth. "Fine. On account of you calling beautiful, I'll gladly teach you."
"Now we're talking," Christian nodded. "Alright, give a few minutes to wash off." After dealing with his hygiene and eating, Christian and Kallista headed out to the library. As they walked to their destination, Christian saw all kinds of people walking the sa way, but everyone was in a group based on their blood or racial identity, making his closeness with a Veela strange.
"I rember sothing. During my written test, I saw a group of mortals taking it. Why is that?"
"They are magic scholars," Kallista explained. "They study magic theories and create new ones, which other wizards will then test and verify."
"That's quite interesting."
"I thought you would show disdain like most wizards," Kallista comnted.
"Why? If you think about it logically, it's a brilliant idea. Magic theory is boring, aning most wizards won't spend ti studying, let alone developing it. However, mortals can only access magic through knowledge and theories.
"Whoever designed this system probably wanted to use their large population, guiding them to benefit the magical world."
"Most wizards or even magical creatures are not as insightful as you," Kallista stated. "Magic scholars have essentially pioneered the field of Arithmancy, but they still do not get the credit they deserve."
"Arithmancy is a great form of Divination, and it's the foundation for inventing spells. It would be stupid not to appreciate it," Christian shook his head.
"Well, hatred, discrimination, and bigotry have never been logical, have they?"
"Wise words," Christian nodded. They soon arrived at their destination, and Christian imdiately noticed the golden hue around the books from the Curator's spell. However, he did not care about that, so he separated from Kallista as he searched for what he had co here for.
'The note said [3-M4-675–890]. The 3 is the third level, and the M4 represents the Miscellaneous Area,' Christian thought as he reached his destination. He followed the number and soon found an inconspicuous black book in one of the shelves. He felt an odd sensation from this book, similar to the Muggle Repelling Charm; if he was not focused or searching for this book, he might not have noticed it.
Christian took the small book, less than two inches thick, and read the cover: "To the Destined One." Christian frowned before opening the first page. He was confused as he saw a blank white page. Luckily, he did not have to think long before ink writing appeared on the page:
[Hello, Young Planeswalker Seed, it's , rlin.]
"Are you saying you're rlin? The rlin — one of the greatest wizards in the world?" Christian asked.
[That title is heavily exaggerated, but that's .]
"How do I know you're telling the truth?"
[I doubt there is a concrete way to prove my identity, but Vincent can vouch for .]
"Whose Vincent?"
[I believe you know him as the Curator.]
"I see," Christian muttered. "Let's assu you are indeed rlin. What is this book? Did you leave a piece of your soul in it?"
[What an interesting conclusion, but no. I have only enchanted my mories and thought patterns in this book to convey crucial information to people like you.
"Vital information? Can you tell how to get ho?" Christian imdiately asked.
[We will get there. Before I start, can you tell what you know about your situation?]
"Not much, honestly. I know I'm sothing called a Planeswalker Seed, and I am destined for a horrible life because of it."
[That's a succinct way of putting it. Unfortunately, your lack of knowledge ans these people have complete control of history, and the Mystic Weavers have failed their duty.]
"What are Mystic Weavers?" Christian asked.
[Be patient, and I'll explain everything soon. Now, tell about your life, starting from when you first awakened your magical powers. You don't have to be detailed, but please do not hide important information. I need to know how much you know to understand how much I can reveal.]
Christian frowned, weighing the pros and cons. On one hand, he indeed wanted to know if this book could tell him how to get ho. However, he was also wary of this sentient book that wanted to know about his personal life.
'Tell him,' a deep voice said in his mind.
'The Curator?'
'It's . You can trust him.'
"Alright, I guess," Christian sighed. Ultimately, he had little choice. This book might be his only way ho, so whether he liked it or not, he had to trust it. So, Christian told the book everything, including Jim, only hiding specific personal details about his family.
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