Became a Hatchling of the Grand Duke of the North

35 – Dragon magic is great (3)

The dragon’s magic is surprisingly simple.

Just expressing what they see and feel is the entire process of their magic.

The content of the abbreviated process. It’s ridiculous, but really, that’s all the magic the dragons do.

It is already a part of the sensuous realm rather than the realm of talent, so it is rather an insufficient level to say that he is talented.

The process of inscribing complicated formulas like humans on the ground, in the air, and on parchment, and adding a headache to formula calculations and arithmetic is completely omitted.

Because-.

Because they are high-ranking magic objects that can see and imitate the perfect result that was ‘implemented’ in the past.

[This is… Definitely…]

Huh oh oh-.

In front of their eyes, a complex cold wind magic unfolded.

It was as if a savage, suffocating wind gathered in front of them and circled in one place.

Arcana admired the appearance of the guardian dragon, Han, who unfolded the lower-class magic, ‘The Curse of the Frozen Blade’, unfolding in front of her eyes.

[That sounds amazing.]

Curse of the Frozen Blade.

This is one of the magics that casts cold impurity on the beings around it. Although its category is only low-class magic, its level of difficulty is comparable to that of moderately complex magic.

However, I didn’t know that I would imitate the magic as soon as I saw this with my own eyes.

No matter how much you call it a hatchling, how long has it been since you were born?

Lucrecia asked if she was puzzled by Arcana’s strange muttering.

[What do you think?]

[Key?]

As long as he couldn’t be bothered by that, he also looked up at Arcana carefully.

[Ah, um. Yes. I was so surprised that I forgot about it for a while. I’m sorry, Archduke.]

At those words, Arcana, who had been silent for a while, looked back at them as if she had finally come to her senses.

[Awesome. Really. This is so great that the gap between dragons and humans is so great that you don’t even get jealous in the first place.]

Jealousy was originally the kind of thing that could only be done at a certain level.

For example, being jealous of a guy who is doing exceptionally well among friends, or being jealous of someone who earns money well.

But-. But that’s it.

Isn’t there a way that humans, a landless species, feel jealous when they see birds flying in the sky?

Such jealousy is something humans can’t have in the first place.

Because it is ‘impossible’. From the beginning, such jealousy cannot be possible.

It was just that kind of thing that Arcana felt while looking at the talent of the guardian dragon, Han.

Overwhelming.

It was so overwhelming that even Arcana, who was once praised as the best on the continent, was about to fade.

This was an infinite beyond, where there was no element of jealousy.

But absurdity also played a part.

[You can really imitate this kind of intermediate magic. It’s fraudulent. It’s deceptive, but […]

Within a moment, Arcana scratched his head as if it were absurd.

[This is the first time I’ve seen a human, no, a hatchling, who can’t use Fire, which is classified as basic magic and not just magic. One is good, the other is not good. Are all dragons like this?]

[…]

The coexistence of absurd talent and absurd reverse talent.

It’s clear what works and what doesn’t.

Arcana was taken aback by this fact.

Lucrecia struggled to refute the bewildered voice that contained his literal reality.

[That’s because the guardian dragon is the northern ice dragon…]

She glanced at him, trying hard to see if her previous comment had offended the guardian dragon Han.

[Isn’t it well known that white dragons are not good at fire magic?]

[No, that’s true, but shouldn’t you be able to use fire? This is the lowest level of magic that even people with no talent can use within a year or two if they learn it.]

[…]

It was a little too much for the dragons, who were praised as the end of magic, the god of magic, and the suzerain, to be able to perform high-level magic, but not be able to perform basic magic even if they had a little bit of fire attribute.

Her gaze soon began to grow cold.

[Mmm. But, what…]

While the atmosphere was soon quiet, Arcana scratched the back of her head and added a line.

[Still, half of the plan is a success, so let’s do the rest properly.]

Even though half of the original plan failed. If even the other half was successful, where would it be?

I can only take comfort in that.

* * * *

If I could receive lessons from a high-ranking wizard on this continent, that in and of itself could be considered a great fortune.

High-ranking mages are rare enough to be counted on one hand, and they are so great that they receive special management even in the Mage Tower.

It was an opportunity to inherit their outstanding talents and ways of thinking.

It is all the more so if the class is only focused on one individual rather than a limited, short-term education such as one or two hours a week.

There is no doubt that people who belong to that situation would consider themselves the most fortunate.

But what if.

What if the level of that tutoring is to receive private tutoring directly from the archmage, who is said to be the only one in this empire?

Perhaps it was the same as the fact that the surrounding kingdoms were agitated and alerted.

Because it might sound the same as the birth of a new Archmage that will lead the next generation.

But it is.

Sometimes these sounds might not be believed by people.

Because it’s too absurd to do that.

[Ugh, uhm…]

Lucia and Yone.

They were looking down at Han from a distance through a window in the castle.

Han the Guardian Dragon.

He was currently in the middle of a secluded training ground.

Alone with a young man who identified himself as Archana Siran, Archmage of the Empire.

Yone, who was looking down at her, asked Lucia, who was watching with her.

[Is that really the one and only archmage in the empire, Arcana Siran, whose reputation is said to be great?]

[What’s wrong, Yone. Do you not believe it?]

[Honestly… A little…]

For some reason, a look of doubt appeared in Yone’s eyes at the sight of that young man who smiled and smiled all day.

She glared at the man.

That was the case with normal wizards.

Why, isn’t there such a thing as that image?

For example, those images of a wizard wearing a rough robe and a hat with a brim, and growing a long, white beard.

Of course, it actually happened.

Most of the wizards were old people.

As far as young people were concerned, there were many who were well over their mid-thirties at most, and at that level, they were at least at the level of being called wizards wherever they went.

In a situation where reality is like that, even if you are young, you are too young.

It was too much to be called a wizard. There was no sign of his beard growing at all, and even if he did, he wondered if he had a few strands of pure white hair.

Wouldn’t it be better for Yone to look like her and her peers?

Because of that, she was so shocked that she said something like this.

[Actually, isn’t that a swindler disguised as Mr. Arcana Siran? Is she a disguised guest who came to kidnap the Guardian Dragon?]

[That’s impossible, right?]

But at that moment.

Lucia felt herself implicitly recognizing that the idea was valid even as she objected.

Certainly I wasn’t wrong at all.

Perhaps that young man is an impostor who tricked even her mother, the Grand Duke of Lucrezia, and infiltrated this place secretly…

The moment they are having such a conversation.

Is this a coincidence?

It was clear that they would be far enough away, but the young man who identified himself as Arcana met eyes with them who were several tens of meters above them.

They intertwined their gazes in the air.

* * * *

Arcana muttered as if it were absurd.

[No, I’m a cheater?]

He felt ridiculous even after hearing it himself.

Of course, Lucia and Yone, who had actually said that, hurriedly disappeared from the window and hid.

It was because I met his eyes.

Arcana expressed her dissatisfaction toward the guardian dragon, Han, who was watching her beside her.

[Isn’t this really too much? Even so, I came with the intention of becoming Guardian Dragon-nim’s teacher seriously.]

Seeing the guardian dragon quietly closing its mouth, he urged Han to answer.

[Please say something to the Guardian Dragon. Isn’t it too much? Anyway, isn’t this against etiquette?]

[…]

But true.

To the extent of being silent like this, it was the same as thinking the same as Yone.

He must have been suspicious if the archmage in front of him hadn’t proven his abilities by using magic himself.

That’s also true, because he was a very young human being that was so abnormal that there was no doubt about his appearance.

[Hmm…]

Did he feel something from such resentment?

Suddenly, Arcana, who was stroking her chin and staring closely at him, asked.

[Perhaps the Guardian Dragon didn’t think of me that way either. I believe not.]

Flinch.

This man. Somehow, it is sharp in a strange place.