The Color of Magic

Black Wolf Castle, library.

Sunlight filtered through the magnificent stained-glass windows, casting dappled light and shadows. The air was filled with the faint scent of books, and the layers upon layers of bookshelves created a tranquil atmosphere.

"So-called magic is a power that exists in the gaps between the soul and body of all living things. All things possess magic, but only a very few living beings can guide and utilize it."

Xian sat cross-legged on the wooden floor, while a petite, silver-haired girl in a light pink nightgown stood on tiptoe in front of him, reciting in a measured tone.

At his request, Ilith was explaining magic from the very basics.

"Whether it's magical beasts and elves who are born with the ability to sense magic, or intelligent beings who awaken their own magic upon breaking through to the Morning Star Stage, or magicians who sense and utilize magic through meditation."

"However..."

Ilith extended a slender finger, and a faint white light brewed on her fingertip.

"Before reaching the Morning Star Stage, the magic used cannot strictly be called magic. It is symbolically referred to as Blank Magic."

"Because the first Great Mage, Byers, once said that the underlying color of magic is the will of the living being. Therefore, the magic of each living being will not be exactly the same. There will be ten million kinds of magic for ten million living beings."

"Only upon reaching the Morning Star Stage will one awaken a magic that is unique to oneself, with its own color, in the gap between the soul and the body, just like my father, Viscount Hughes, when he reached the Morning Star Stage, awakened dark green magic."

Ilith's voice was pleasant and clear.

Under her explanation, Xian gradually gained a clear understanding of magic.

Unlike the fantasy novels on Earth where knights use Battle Qi and magicians use magic, in this world, the power used by transcendents seems to be magic.

Moreover, it possesses a strong personal color, and even the colors of magic are different.

Wait, Xian suddenly thought of something.

"Ilith, is the color of magic related to eye color?" he asked.

He remembered that Karen's eye color was dark green, and his magic was also dark green.

"Yes, some have said that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and the magic that many people eventually awaken is the color of their own eyes."

Ilith nodded slightly.

"Your eyes are as beautiful as Obsidian, so if you reach the Morning Star Stage, you will surely awaken an extremely rare Black Magic."

Ilith couldn't help but sigh, a hint of envy showing on her delicate face.

This was not a pretense, but she truly felt a strong sense of envy from the bottom of her heart.

If she also had such eyes, she would not have been stuck at the Magician rank for so long, nor would she have not received an invitation to a banquet at the age of seventeen... "Ilith, your eyes are also very beautiful. When you reach the Morning Star Stage, will you awaken a magic that is a mixture of red and grayish-white?"

Looking at the silver-haired girl's beautiful heterochromatic eyes, Xian asked curiously.

"Perhaps, but I probably will never set foot in the Morning Star Stage..."

Ilith smiled wryly, a trace of loneliness flashing in her expression.

"Is the difficulty of advancing between Magician and Great Mage that terrifying?" Xian asked in shock.

Judging from her appearance alone, Ilith should still be very young. To have already set foot in the Transcendent Rank so early, she should be considered a genius no matter what.

But even so, she actually felt that she would never be able to reach the Morning Star Stage in her lifetime... Xian suddenly felt that he should be more cautious in choosing a profession. Although being a mage was cool, it would be bad if it turned out to be a terrible career path in this world. "The difficulty of advancing as a magician is indeed recognized as the highest among all professions, but that's not why I say that."

Ilith shook her head, then hesitated for a moment, looking at Xian and slowly said.

"Your Highness, you shouldn't be from this continent, right?"

Whether it was her understanding of magic or praising the beauty of her eyes, this Highness was too unlike someone from the West Continent.

In that instant, Xian's heart raced, and even his palms were covered in fine beads of sweat.

Because previously, whether it was Village Chief Robert or Viscount Hughes, perhaps out of respect, they hadn't asked about his origins, to the point that he had almost relaxed.

He didn't expect to be asked this question by Ilith in the library today. Was it because he seemed to be unaware of some common knowledge that everyone in this world knew, thus arousing suspicion? Xian didn't answer, only nodded slightly, his expression calm.

The more he said, the more mistakes he would make. It was better to let the other party fill in the blanks themselves.

"Your Highness, you are indeed from the East Continent. After all, even if you add up all the human races on the West Continent, there might not be 1.4 billion people. Your kingdom must have ruled the entire East Continent to have such a large number of citizens!"

Ilith couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Then, she took two steps back, slightly lifted the hem of her pink nightgown, and performed an elegant curtsy.

This wasn't her respect for Xian, but her respect for a super kingdom that had ruled the entire continent since the birth of the human race.

This scene made Xian's face feel a little hot.

Although Ilith had lowered the position of her skirt as much as possible, she still revealed two slender and snow-white thighs. Her skin appeared as delicate as congealed fat under the light, as if shrouded in a faint halo.

Fortunately, there was a pair of light white bloomer shorts under the nightgown.

"Your Highness, perhaps heterochromatic eyes are nothing in the East Continent, but here in the West Continent, heterochromatic eyes are a well-known omen of misfortune. Once a baby with heterochromatic eyes is born in a commoner family, they must be cremated immediately, and those who dare to resist will be killed without exception."

"I was fortunate to survive because I was born into a noble family, but even so, I will be subject to many restrictions. Once I advance to become a Magician and awaken dual-colored magic, I'm afraid even my father won't be able to protect me..."

Ilith sighed softly.

She was afraid that on the second day after she broke through to become a Magician, a Bishop from the church would personally come to execute her on the spot.

If only she didn't have heterochromatic eyes, then she could embark on the path of magic as she pleased... Looking at the silver-haired girl with a look of loneliness in front of him, Xian was a little at a loss. He didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only say in a deep voice, "Ilith, can you go and get me the books about the East Continent again?"

Being busy would make her less sad.

"It's my honor, Your Highness."

"...Stop, I grant you special permission not to perform the curtsy when wearing a nightgown."

Seeing that the girl was about to lift her skirt again, Xian quickly stopped her.

Seeing it once without knowing was gentlemanly, but seeing it a second time would be purely perverted.

More than ten minutes later, Ilith laboriously carried a stack of thick books and placed them in front of Xian.

"Your Highness, all the books about the East Continent in this library are here."

The girl said as she brushed the sweat from her forehead.

This scene made Xian feel a little guilty. He always had the illusion that he was using child labor.