Chương 31: Magnet

Selena was irritated that afternoon, and she almost couldn't figure out why. Maybe it was due to her monk evaluations coming up, and knowing those geezers would scold her about her unbalanced cores again. Or maybe it was the fact that Professor Woden had effusively praised Telip today for some stupid rune he'd created that Selena was sure she could do better if she had any interest in rune-making. And when Selena had joked and congratulated Telip on his runes, he had not even given much of a reaction.

Only a slight nod and a mild, "Thank you." That was it. What the heck is his problem with me? She didn't know who was worse–him or Arielle Blacksoil. Speaking of Blacksoil... Perhaps it was the charm nonsense that was getting on her nerves. Arielle Blacksoil's charms were upsetting the delicate balance of things at the academy, making the weaker second years somehow start measuring up to their superiors.

Pietro Cullen, a Massa-Luxa user, most popularly known for only making it through his trials by the skin of his teeth, had actually cast a [Whirlpool] spell yesterday, a Tier 5. It wasn't right. It was cheating, plain and simple, and her charm was giving the weak hope that they could ever be on the same level as those naturally more talented. It was irritating to even consider. Anyway, it would be over soon. Today, even, by her calculations.

She just wished everyone around her would stop talking about Arielle Blacksoil so she could stop being so annoyed by the mediocre first year.

"Apparently, Professor Valeria is giving her extra lessons," Prim said. She was a fourth-year with a short temper and an automatic disdain for first years. She'd scoffed at Arielle Blacksoil that first day when she'd walked into the duelling circle. Now she was just as fascinated as the rest of them.

"She's trying to get her to level up quickly."

"Careful, Selena, they're saying she might beat your record," Rhea said teasingly.

"And become the youngest Master we've ever seen." Rhea and Prim chuckled, but when Selena turned to look at the former, the smile froze on her face, and the color drained from her cheeks.

"I mean..." Rhea instantly corrected with nervous laughter.

"I was just joking, Selena. No one actually believes she'll beat your record."

"She might if she keeps using those charms," Prim muttered, slicing into her steak. Selena wished she could slice into something, too. Especially since Prim was right. Those charms, as she'd observed them, were dangerously effective, and if the girl continued to use them, she might ascend so quickly that she would soon become the talk of the entire magical world. To think that people were comparing Selena's natural talent to that of a cheat. She had to do something.

It wasn't enough to embarrass the girl, although she was sure that the Winthromes would get her expelled in no time. Nevertheless, Selena had a nagging urge to learn more about her.

"Those are just rumors," Rhea said.

"I doubt any charms are that effective."

"Well, we should find out how true these rumors are," Selena announced and got up. She left her food barely touched on the table and ignored her friends calling out to her as she headed straight for the atrium containing the duelling hall. Riorke was probably there as he usually was during his free periods, dueling with his friend, Lacey. She already sensed his heat signature before she got close. It was hotter than most.

Riorke was an Ashbourne, a Calor-dominant cousin of the Gregors, who resided on the mainland Pyrodeon. He came from a family of Knights who all looked the same and basically acted the same. Like his brother, Riordan, Riorke had a brawny build, auburn hair that he kept shaved, and potential for an ability to condense Calor essences on the surface of his physical body for more explosive power. There were quite a few people in the duelling hall today, practicing in separate duelling circles.

Selena paused some paces away and watched Riorke and Lacey dance around each other, in a flurry of kicks and punches. While Riorke was pure brawn, power in every swing and every kick. Lacey was more graceful, a constantly moving river offering a smooth reversal for every attack. His style was more defensive, and his attacks, while they weren't as powerful, targeted pressure points in the body.

Neither of them was using spells, and Selena often wondered why they'd bothered to attend a school for magery instead of one of the more physical academies that trained knights.

"Riorke," Selena called out, and that distracted him enough for Lacey to land a solid kick to his midsection. He recovered quickly, hopping back.

"What is it? I'm kind of busy."

"It will only take a second," she said. Riorke put a hand up to block a blow to his head and sent a kick to Lacey's, which the latter also dodged.

"Pause," he called out, and Lacey dropped his attack. As Lacey began to stretch, Riorke walked off towards his cousin, wiping his sweat on his shirt.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"I was curious about the new girl," Selena said.

"I've seen you eating lunch with her a few times. We've heard she's a young genius." She half expected him to scoff. Riorke was not one to mince words, and she knew he would tell her immediately if the rumors about Arielle Blacksoil were an exaggeration.

"Definitely a genius," he answered without skipping a beat.

"During our last class, Professor Valeria gave us all a spell that no one else in the class even knew. Except Arielle. She cast it so fast, I didn't even have time to blink. And then Valeria asked if she could adjust the spell to increase its magnitude. Arielle completed the calculations and cast a perfectly adjusted spell in about forty-five seconds. I've never seen that before."

"Professor Valeria probably already told her about the spell ahead of time. I heard they were having extra sessions."

"Yeah, but I don't think Valeria would do that. Besides, all the spells Arielle casts are fast. Sometimes it takes her more than a few seconds, but even then, it almost feels like she's trying to slow it down on purpose, so that people aren't as impressed."

"Why would she do that?" He shrugged.

"I'm not sure. She's a strange one." Selena raised her eyebrow.

"They're saying that she might reach Master tier faster than I did." Anyone else might have told her that wasn't true, that her ascension was nothing short of legendary, and no one could come close. They would have said it even if they didn't believe it, to spare her feelings and prevent her ire. But Riorke's defining feature had always been his brutal honesty.

"Maybe," he said.

"She doesn't seem too obsessed with levels, but if she puts her mind to it, she probably could."

"Hmm." Selena remained calm, even though there was a burning in the pit of her stomach, a disquiet that beset her.

"Maybe not, though," Riorke said.

"I guess we'll see."

"I do wonder who was pre-training her." Most of the noble families started training their young with masters and tutors from their clan. He pursed his lip.

"I don't think she did any training. From what I know, it sounds like she was adopted and raised by Mossbornes." Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation.

"She can't be as skilled as she is without being trained." Even Selena, with her natural talent, had had significant childhood training. Her clan master and father were dead, so it had been left to the monks in the Calor temples of Mount Cesare. Every single day, Selena had to undergo lengthy meditation and breathwork. Mind-numbingly boring, but she'd tortured herself with it for years, and it had paid off. And now some third-rate toad from a swamp was trying to overtake her. Impossible.

"She's certainly not as good as me, and she's been using charms," Selena mentioned.

"Her cores are presumably overly reliant on them right now. If they got taken away, she would fall flat on her face." Which Selena looked forward to, although Arielle probably wouldn't be around for Selena to see it. She would likely be expelled today. Any minute now.... Riorke shrugged non-committally.

"If that's all, I'm going back to my duel." She nodded vaguely, but before he got far, the doors opened again. Percival Strauss walked in first, with Arielle Blacksoil not too far behind.

Arielle waited for the boy to decide what they were doing, her patience reducing with each passing second. At her words, his face flushed as though he'd been dealt an insult.

"They were right," he said.

"You might be skilled, but you are shortsighted and insulting." He summarily decided with a nod.

"That will be your undoing today. Let's go." He walked away first, leaving Arielle wondering when she had insulted him. She also followed him. On the way in, they passed by the dining hall where Lyra was emerging from. She watched Percival storm by first before zeroing in on Arielle.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"A duel," Arielle answered, and before she could continue walking, Lyra grabbed her wrist.

"Are you insane?" she hissed.

"Do you know who that is?"

"No."

"That's Percival Strauss of the Cathol Strausses. He's one of the best duelers in the second year, and I think he's adept, too. He has a bloodline trait. Why would you fight him?"

"Because he asked for it." Now that she'd heard more, Arielle was even more eager and hopeful that this wouldn't be as dull a fight as she'd imagined.

"I think I'll be fine."

"You idiot. You're going to get yourself hurt." Even though she was being called an idiot, Arielle did not take offense, because it was paired with a worried expression that she confirmed with [Empath Sense]. Celie often called her an idiot when she was worried, too.

"Thank you," Ari said. Lyra frowned.

"For what?"

"For caring about me enough to call me names." Lyra's eyes flared in surprise. Ari gently extracted her hand and continued toward the duelling hall. Professor Graham was observing multiple duels simultaneously when they walked in. He did, however, smile brightly when he saw Arielle coming.

"Arielle. Another duel?"

"Yes." She pointed to the other boy who was standing waiting, with a disgruntled face.

"Oh," Professor Graham said with distinctly less enthusiasm.

"It's Peter."

"Percival."

"That's what I said. This is quite the interesting match-up. A second year versus a first year isn't totally incomprehensible; however, I have to ask, Arielle, are you okay with this? You can say no, and if this decision was made under duress, we can report it."

"I'm okay," Arielle said.

"There's no duress, only that it has to be done within three minutes because I have homework." That got her a snort from Graham as he turned to Percival.

"Well, young man, can I ask what brought this on?"

"I won't hurt her too badly," Percival said.

"I merely want to teach her a lesson about respecting her betters."

"Hmm." Amusement danced in his eyes.

"Well, we shall see who'll learn that lesson in the end. Okay, the two of you stand in that circle." Arielle nodded and took the lead. She noticed as she strolled over that all the other duelists stopped what they were doing, slowly turning to observe her. There were about two dozen other people in the hall, some who had been fighting, and others who'd been observing from the sides. Arielle took almost no notice of them. She watched her opponent and tried to anticipate what he would do.

It was a shame she knew nothing about his powers, only about his level. She also guessed that he was a Massa-Calor lean, but that could give a variety of builds. Someone should create a spell that could peek into the system and detect an opponent's most-used spells. Perhaps she should create such a spell. She tucked the idea away, running a scanning glance down his body. He was going to pitch something at her.

His finger twitched around his wand, and his heels were balanced on the ground, meaning he wouldn't be moving first. So he was a caster-type of fighter. Good. The second the bell rang, Arielle threw up.

"[Air Shield]."

"[Mass Anchor]." His spell pierced through her Air Shield and struck her in the stomach. She immediately felt the weight of her body multiply, dragging her down. He began walking toward her, and she said, "[Blink]."

"[Blink]" was slower than it should be and didn't get her as far away. It seemed that the spell didn't adjust for the added mass and used only her former weight in its calculation. Percival's spell had caused an incongruence, as if it had fooled gravity with an illusion. The spell form was unique, too. She hadn't seen it in her spell book yet, so it was probably an Adept-tier spell. Interesting. She would be stealing it now. He stopped in front of her, not landing a blow.

As he gave her a triumphant grin, she watched the glyphs forming around her body.

"That was quick," he said.

"I suppose I have the rest of the three minutes you promised to show you the difference between a level fifty-one and a level hundred and three."

"Hundred and two," Arielle corrected.

"You're only at a level one hundred and two." His face flamed.

"You checked?" She nodded, and he looked even more furious. Ah. Was he one of those Elric had warned her about, who got offended at having their stats checked? But she was pretty sure he'd checked hers at some point; otherwise, how would he know she was a level fifty-one?

"I was going to end it with just this," he said.

"But you're far too cocky for your own good. [Repel]." In a breath, she shot back from the end of his pointed wand, a few feet away, before stopping with a sickening jolt.

"[Attract]." The word zoomed her forward like a projectile, before once again stopping so suddenly her head snapped forward. He thrust her back again, then pulled her in, repeating the combo, while yelling, "You see what happens when you don't show respect?" Arielle didn't answer, but she let him continue because she didn't want to waste essence on spells that would not work, and she also wanted to study the sigil. It was more complex than the actual spell would suggest, meaning there was more to it.

Calor-straight chains, cutting across, arranged around a Massa anchored lattice like a compass. It was also linked to the first anchoring spell he'd cast, which lingered in the air. The second spell had a signature on, not an S, but more like two M's facing each other, made totally of Massa essences. Then there was more Massa interlinked with Luxa surrounding the rest of the components. Yet another spell she'd never seen in her spell book.

It seemed like he had anchored her and attached her to his gravitational field and was now pushing her around it. His casting speed was faster than it had been with the first spell, which didn't make sense as this was clearly a harder spell to cast. Arielle studied it in depth while he yanked her about and ranted about something she'd tuned out, but when she was finally sick of the dizzying sensation, she said, "[Space Null]."

Space Null was a Vacu-dominant higher adept tier spell that established a given space as null, meaning that any spell that approached that space failed. It eliminated the gravitational pull and had her landing on the ground, thankfully on her feet. The cancelling spell only lasted for a few seconds, but it was enough to trigger gasps from the crowd and wide-eyed shock from her opponent.

"My turn," she said and swung her wand. The second the null period ended, she said, "[Mass Anchor]. [Attract]." She internally mourned the loss of abundant essences that bled out of her EPUQ as both spells shot out of her wand.

"You can't–!" Percival called out, but Arielle's spell hit him straight in the chest. A sharp intake of breath followed, as he was dragged forward, stopping right in front of her and staring at her incredulously.

"How..." he whispered, but before he could finish, she said, "[Repel]." With a shout, his body rocketed towards the edge of the circle. She stopped him right before it and said again, "[Attract]." That, once more, brought him close to the tip of her wand, before she halted him again. She smiled, finally understanding why he'd done this so many times. It was fun. His eyes were horrified, though, as she said again.

"[Repel]." And just like that, he was off. She took him back and forth, while he yelled out obscenities and tried to cast more reflecting spells. He didn't cast [Space Null], though. She guessed that the amount of Vacu required and the complexity of the spell would likely be a limiting factor. He'd swung her around for about seven cycles, so she did hers for eight, to cement her victory. Then, with a final [Repel], she knocked him out of the circle.

She checked the time on the huge clock at the other end ot the wall. Only a minute and thirty seconds had passed. Perfect. She had time for other things today. She received three alerts in quick succession, the system having held off until she was done with the battle. NEW SPELL DETECTED. Name: [Mass Anchor]. Tier: Adept Experience points: 3 Would you like to incorporate it into your Grimoire? NEW SPELL DETECTED. Name: [Attract]. Tier: Adept Experience points: 3 Would you like to incorporate it into your Grimoire?

NEW SPELL DETECTED. Name: [Repel]. Tier: Adept Experience points: 3 Would you like to incorporate it into your Grimoire? She studied the system messages and wondered if she should incorporate the spells. After all, so many people had already seen her use them, so she didn't need to hide her knowledge of them anymore. They were also very useful spells to remember, especially given that they weren't in her spellbook. Would it give her too many levelling points though?

As she considered her options, she was about to walk out of the circle, oblivious to the eerie silence, when the boy yelled out.

"Stop!" She obeyed and turned as he got to his feet, holding out one shaky finger.

"How... who taught you that spell?" His face was red with rage and exertion.

"Was it George? Arthur? My father will have their heads for it." Arielle didn't know what he was talking about, so she answered, "I don't know a George or an Arthur."

"Then who was it? Tell me." She shrugged.

"I must have seen it in a spell book."

"Liar. That spell isn't in any spellbooks. It's our bloodline trait, passed down the Strauss bloodline for generations! No one else is supposed to know that spell or create it! Not like that." That was when Arielle realized the mistake she'd made. One seemingly harmless spell theft had revealed the chasm in her fake persona.

"Oh." That was also when she noticed the stillness of the room, the way even Professor Graham wasn't smiling. No one so much as let out a breath as they waited for her to say something. She bit her lip and scrambled in her mind for an explanation that was slow in coming. And as though to make it worse, the doors opened once more, echoing in the silence, and a man called "Arielle Blacksoil? At the entrance, standing next to Dean Octavius, was a tall, statute man in a long fur coat, with a stern face.

"My name is Bishop Winthrome. We need to talk."