Spell Test (Part 1)

Spell Test (Part 1)

"Finally First Order? Not bad! You've got a bit of my old flair!"

"I'm proud of you, my child!"

At breakfast the next morning, Duke Carlot was the first to praise Anvis at the long white table, while Duchess Elena also offered her congratulations.

"Thank you, Father! Thank you, Mother!"

Having received his parents' praise and blessings, Anvis naturally thanked them in turn.

"Congratulations on reaching First Order, Brother."

After the Duke and Duchess, the little girl seated opposite Anvis spoke sweetly. She wore a pale blue dress trimmed with white wavy lace, her light golden hair falling to her waist.

Blinking her clear, sapphire-like eyes, she looked happily at Anvis. Her cheeks were rosy, and there was a hint of excitement in her voice, as if she were the one who had just advanced.

"Thank you for the congratulations as well, Fi.①"

With a smile as warm as sunlight, Anvis nodded to Fiona in thanks.

He intended to use every action in his daily life to establish labels for himself—learned, gentle and modest, elegant in bearing—and shape himself into the image of a traditional noble scholar.

Compared with his eldest and Second Brother, both lords with their own private forces, and his third sister, the commander of the Rime Wind Knight Order—

A scholar who devoted his energy to study and research always appeared more harmless.

Fiona had no idea what Anvis was thinking. She simply admired her brother greatly.

He could immediately understand the knowledge taught in all kinds of lessons, and could even use what he had learned before to deduce new material.

His daily manners were exceptionally elegant, and he handled everything with calm composure, as if he had been born with noble bearing.

After finishing his lessons each day, he would quietly sit in the library and read those thick books packed with tiny print. He could even recite them when Father asked about them! Compared to her brother, she learned much more slowly, and sometimes even forgot certain etiquette...

She wanted to read with him, but she just could not settle down. Wow! Those books were so profound and boring. How did Brother Anvis manage to keep reading them?

Mm... It seemed that her only advantage was having better talent than Brother Anvis. After all, she had advanced last year... though the process had been rather muddled.

She did not seem to have constructed the initial spells Brother had mentioned either. Aside from the two spell models that had appeared on their own when she advanced... those should count as initial spells, right...? After counting on her fingers in her heart, Fiona could not help feeling discouraged, her cute little nose wrinkling.

...6...

After the day's lessons ended, Anvis unusually did not go to the family's Grand Library. Instead, he headed for the Spell Testing Ground in the castle, intending to test his strength after reaching First Order.

The testing ground was set in an open area. Different testing environments and targets had been arranged according to the wide variety of magical types.

There was the Obsidian Crystal Tablet for testing spell power, living Magical Beasts of various ranks for testing spell effects, Magic Crystals, enchanted items, and common objects such as stone and wood.

Since Anvis was going to test spells, Leonard had cleared the grounds in advance. Thus, there was no one in the field at the moment.

Anvis cautiously activated the high-level protective and binding magic arrays inscribed around the area, in case a failed cast caused an out-of-control spell to inflict damage.

Every year, there were many unaffiliated novice mages who had often been lucky enough to obtain some Meditation Technique or the notes of a mage.

Then, after putting in several times the hard work of an ordinary spellcaster apprentice, they desperately squeezed their way into the ranks of formal spellcasters.

But due to insufficient inheritance and being carried away by the excitement of their breakthrough, these wild mages often could not wait to test their spells without any precautions.

Spellcasters from the Magic Council had specifically conducted experiments: when casting for the first time in such an excited mental state, the probability of spell collapse was as high as seventy or eighty percent! And if a spell collapsed in the unstable state immediately after advancing, the consequences would be disastrous. At best, the Sea of Spirit would suffer severe damage; at worst, the caster would die on the spot. This was also one reason why so few spellcasters came from commoner backgrounds.

After entering the grounds, Anvis did not immediately activate that mass of mist. Instead, he cautiously began with other spells.

After weighing his options, he chose the Wind Blade Spell as the first spell to test.

As a First Order spell with a very simple model, the Wind Blade Spell's power was only average among spells of the same rank, but its speed and stealth were particularly impressive.

After confirming that the Defense Magic Array was functioning normally, Anvis leaned on his Staff and spoke in a low voice, chanting a long string of obscure Ancient Manni Language syllables in a strange tone.

The Staff was an ordinary standard-issue family Staff. After he officially advanced to First Order, the Duke had given him an ordinary Spellbook and a standard Staff so that he could familiarize himself with their use.

"Ao,ф~Jacn!do--ho--Avij!fl~Ogk,dor..."② As Anvis chanted, the colorless crystal at the tip of his Staff lit up faintly, and a pale blue translucent wind blade wrapped in spiraling air currents formed before him.

"It's been a long time..."

Looking at the wind blade quietly hovering before him, Anvis felt an inexplicably contradictory emotion. He seemed deeply excited, yet also incomparably calm.

From the perspective of his previous life as an ordinary person, this was the wild joy of wielding unprecedented power.

From the perspective of a Seventh Rank Magister, it was merely an instinct as ordinary as eating and drinking.

Shaking his head and suppressing his complicated emotions, Anvis moved his mind slightly. The wind blade instantly accelerated, flying toward the translucent Seven-Sided Crystal Pillar in the field.

With a bang, the wind blade struck the crystal pillar and dispersed into a chaotic gust.

The Obsidian Crystal Tablet flickered faintly. A crimson beam of light rapidly rose from within its transparent black body, only stopping when it reached nearly two-thirds of the tablet's height.

This kind of crystal tablet had been created by a Ninth Rank member of the Magic Council and could fairly accurately measure spell damage below Ninth Rank.

A red beam represented spell power at the First Order level. Above that came orange, yellow, green... all the way to the White Light of Eighth Rank.

The height of the beam represented the spell's level within its rank. The higher it rose, the stronger its power. If the beam reached the top of the crystal tablet, it meant the spell had reached the peak of its rank.

"Close to high First Order power? Not bad."

Anvis nodded lightly, feeling fairly satisfied.

At the same rank, the wind blade cast by Little Anvis with the same amount of Spiritual Power had only reached a level close to mid First Order.

Compared with the same period in his previous life, Anvis's Mana affinity and Spiritual Power quality were both considerably higher.

This was inseparably linked to his high absorption rate of all kinds of treasures during his childhood.

Thanks to the memories he retained from transmigration and rebirth, Anvis had been able to consciously control his body from a very young age, guiding and absorbing the power of various resources to strengthen himself more effectively.

Rather than being like an ordinary child, who could only passively receive the nourishment of such resources and let the vast majority of their power go to waste.

①: Fiona's nickname ②: The transliterated incantation will only appear once; it will be omitted thereafter.