Sorcerer’s Handbook

After parting with Ingritt, Sonya went to the meditation building by herself and thought: "You said earlier that I can use the Torrent spirit myself?"

"Yes," the Observer walked alongside her. "You have some foundation in water-type arcane arts, don't you? I remember one of the miracles swordsmanship cores is Vibration Sword and Torrent."

"You know the specific tricks of that miracle!?"

Sonya was instantly excited. If she could grasp a miracle in swordsmanship, it would not only earn Professor Trotzam's appreciation, but also qualify her to participate in Cailleach's intercollegiate competition, directly using her own ability to break into high society -

"I don't know."

"..."

"But since you have these two spirits, you can invent that miracle yourself." The Observer spoke casually. "The wonder of sorcerers is that they can combine any number of spirits to form incredible dazzling miracles, isn't it?"

"I also asked Professor Trotzam, but even for him, it would take several months of work to create a water sword miracle based on Vibration Sword and Torrent..."

"How can he compare with you? You're the swordswoman I found."

Sonya wrinkled her nose. She wasn't a three-year-old child to believe such effortless praise - If you really think so highly of me, just tell me the miracle formula directly!

I'll remember your great kindness, and surely I'll repay you when I make it big!

Even if you die before I make it big, I'll definitely prepare a grand funeral for you!

Her eyes rolled as she tried her best to control her psychological fluctuations, and continued to ask: "So you mean you took the Substitute spirit so you could give me the Torrent spirit? You're so nice to me~"

The Observer shuddered and took a step aside, seeming somewhat hesitant as he gazed at Sonya with his dim face.

Sonya maintained her sweet smile, exerting all her mental effort to control her thoughts and prevent the Observer from listening to her true feelings.

"...Enough with the probing. I took the Substitute spirit because I needed it."

"As someone of your level, you need a Rank 1 spirit too?"

"Firstly, there are no weak spirits, only weak sorcerers - this should be a lesson every sorcerer textbook must teach."

The Observer said, "Secondly, I'm just a weakling now, even weaker than you, and I'm also in danger with my main body imprisoned. I'm not only very weak, but I've also lost some memories while awake, so I have to learn the basics of sorcerers through you."

So he was very strong before...

And he lost his memories... Was it from a miracle that erases memories?

No wonder he asked so many stupid questions - turns out he really is stupid!

But even Sonya, who didn't read much fantasy fiction, instantly pictured all kinds of 'return of the mighty' and 'fall of a legendary sorcerer' plots, and couldn't help but feel moved -

Isn't this exactly the kind of hidden gem she had been looking for!?

Although the current situation wasn't great, as long as she gave him time to grow, he would definitely become a supreme powerhouse, a towering tree that ruled a region, enjoying endless glory and wealth!

Unlike ordinary hidden gems which still relied on some probability, the Observer was on the path to regaining his peak. As long as there was sufficient time, his success was virtually guaranteed!

Sonya had never liked Felix, precisely because she hoped to find a hidden gem herself. After all, it wasn't easy to take advantage of nobles. Even if a noble fop like Felix was an idiot, his parents weren't idiots. If she wanted to rely on the power of a top nobility family, she would have to give up a large piece of flesh - real flesh. Unless she gave birth to a child, she couldn't hope to get away.

If she married a hidden gem, not only could Sonya enjoy glory and wealth, she could also maintain her autonomy without losing any say in family matters.

Although the Observer was her boss, finding a marriage partner was based on the same logic as finding a boss.

Rather than joining a large organization in the future and becoming a cog in the machine, it would be better to become an elder who started a business with a promising boss!

"Observer, are you in any danger? Do you need my help? Just say the word! To protect your safety, I will spare no effort!"

"...When we explore the virtual world later, if we come across spirits needed for the Slash Me miracle, give them to me."

"Slash Me miracle?"

"Oh right, I haven't told you yet. I'm currently imprisoned in a certain prison, so I need the Slash Me miracle to escape."

After the Observer described the Slash Me miracle in detail, Sonya was dumbfounded - if she remembered correctly, this was a miracle not yet registered in the Star Chart of Miracles!

A miracle that had never appeared in the Stars' domains!

And it was an extremely practical sword miracle that even Silver-rank sorcerers could use for self-healing!

Although Sonya couldn't sell this miracle - she had no way to explain the source, and lacked the ability to create miracles (she couldn't even gather the spirits) - any attempt to sell it would be identified by the Sorcerer Association as theft of another's patent. But if she could get the rights to sell knowledge of this miracle, the money earned would be enough to instantly make Sonya a wealthy woman in Cailleach!

So Sonya was still a commoner at heart. Being discovered to have talent in swordsmanship by the Observer, being taken by him to adventure in the virtual world, only made her feel 'grateful'.

However, when the Observer gave her knowledge of a miracle, one she currently couldn't use or sell, it made Sonya extremely excited. This was because the latter had greater value in the Stars' domains.

This demonstrated that a future prospect couldn't replace present-day income, and spiritual satisfaction couldn't substitute material satisfaction.

"This, this is a sword miracle you invented?"

"No."

The Observer glanced at Sonya.

"This is a sword miracle I stole from an enemy."

Sonya blinked. "Then will I get in trouble using this miracle?"

"You can rest assured and use it boldly. My enemy will definitely not appear before you."

He paused. "Definitely not."

So the original inventor was already dead?

Sonya was thrilled inside. She thought that after fully awakening to Silver Wings, and gathering the spirits for the Slash Me miracle, she could claim ownership of this miracle and sell knowledge of it! A small favor like this, someone of the Observer's stature surely wouldn't care, right?

"Great, I'll do my best to find the spirits for the Slash Me miracle during our virtual world adventures. Oh right, there's also something I wanted to discuss with you..."

"We can talk more inside the virtual world. There's ample time in there, you can discuss anything you want. Oh right, you don't like that I can hear your thoughts, right? I've decided to accommodate your wishes."

Sonya was overjoyed. "Are you going to stop monitoring my mind?"

"No, I've decided to stop looking for you normally." The Observer shrugged. "From now on, you won't have to call out 'Observer' in your mind before going to the toilet or taking a shower. I'm not toilet paper or a towel."

"How do you know I call out your name in my mind before going to the toilet or showering?"

"That's not important!"

The Observer waved his hand. "If you have anything in the future, save it to tell me in the virtual world. I won't appear in your normal life anymore."

"If... if you don't listen to my thoughts, I still welcome you. Even if you insist on listening to my thoughts, I guess I'm almost used to it now..."

Sonya's response was hesitant and ambiguous. Undoubtedly she detested the Observer's invasion of her privacy, but because of that, she could also reveal her true nature before the Observer, without any need or way to put on a mask.

This was also why Sonya had been so happy earlier when she suspected the Observer was a split personality.

A wise existence who knew everything about her yet couldn't impact her social relations - wasn't that the ideal confidant?

"You make it sound like your daily life is so exciting that I'm clinging on desperately to see it." The Observer held his arms. "I have my own matters to handle, no time to watch a college student's campus romance everyday."

"In short, the few hours in the virtual world are our time to communicate. At other times, I won't disturb you, and won't appear even if you call me."

"What if I have something really urgent that I need to find you for?"

"Then calling me would be useless too." The Observer spread his hands helplessly. "The me who appears before you is just an illusion, I can't even pick up a single hair, I'm unable to provide any substantial assistance. If you look for me, aside from mocking you, there's nothing else I can do."

"Mocking is fine too." Sonya was adamant. "So you'll appear when I call out for you?"

"That's truly a hard request to refuse. But I am rather curious - you need me so much, is it because I'm fulfilling the fatherly love you lacked as a child?"

"Then do you want me to call you Observer Daddy?"

"Please don't, just calling me Observer is fine. Otherwise I'd have nightmares."

As they spoke, the two arrived at an individual meditation room. Sonya sat cross-legged, glanced at the Observer beside her, took out the Vibration Sword spirit, sought the Gate of Truth, and entered the virtual world.

Watching Sonya close her eyes as her consciousness connected with the distant virtual world, the Observer suddenly sighed.

How frightening...

In just two days, she actually found a way to conceal her thoughts and even deceive me...

She really lives up to being a witch bearing the title 'Death Maniac'...

Is it good or bad to let her discover her potential so early with such talent and gift...

But that's no longer something I should worry about.

The Observer shrugged and his figure disappeared from the meditation room.