1 New arrivals
Another wonderful day had begun. I rose from my bed looking outside through my window and roughly 500'000 barrier spells, marveling at the hurricanes and storms ravaging the sea around the island. And struggling in one of the bigger storms was a massive steel cruiser, barely keeping afloat through the help of the newest technologies and a squadron of water mages trying their best to divert as many waves as possible.
'They must be getting a new recruit. Sure is a bad first day for the guy to arrive through such a storm.'
Nevertheless, it was a good day.
I took my time getting dressed, wearing the usual emperor's gown I had grown attached to after seeing it in an anime. I loved its golden splendor and the majestic dragon that covered the upper body.
Stepping outside my bedroom I made my way towards the dining hall. Arriving there I found that, as always, Aurelia and Red were already there. Sitting down next to them, Ains, my personal head maid, brought me my breakfast. A plate filled with scrambled eggs and lots of ham and another with fluffy bread covered in cool honey.
Shortly after I had begun digging into my food, Rose came jumping into the dining hall with the usual spring in her steps. She sat next to me, being served the same food as me by Ains. Now please don't misunderstand, Ains is my maid. She just serves Rose breakfast too as Rose and I have similar culinary preferences.
Both her Majesty and Yellow were absent, the former was probably pulling another death march to finish the strategy game she had started two days ago. The later was definitely in her lab, tinkering around with structon or programming some software that gives me headaches from just looking at it.
"Hey Abel, I'm holding a tea party today in the afternoon, would you be interested in coming?"
"Don't tell me they're trying again!"
"Yes, they are. They never seem to get tired of it."
Who am I talking about? The destruction twins of course. The only other people except for us six that are stuck in this god's damned place. They've been trying to escape for the past 300 years but failed miserably every single time.
"Sure I'll come. But make sure the tea is to my liking, will you Aurelia."
Knowing Aurelia, Red, and Rose would now start discussing the details about the tea party I stood up and left for my workroom. I arrived there after a five-minute walk, pushing open the oaken doors I entered into my personal work area.
'I should really check on the new guy. He must be in the warden's room by now.'
Thinking this I reached out my consciousness, entering into the warden's room.
"It's good to have one of the strongest mages of the new generation in the team. You will begin your assignment as deputy warden tomorrow. Today I will be showing you around."
"Thank you, Sir, it's an honor to be here."
'So our new deputy warden is a woman and one of the strongest mages of the new generation huh. This will be interesting.'
Suddenly the door was yanked open and another figure entered while panting.
"I apologize for being late Sir, I didn't find the room."
"So you are the other deputy warden assigned here? I had been expecting someone stronger. Return to your rooms and prepare yourself. Meet me again here after lunch for the general orientation. Dismissed."
'You're awfully harsh there warden. The new guy isn't that bad, he just can't be honest with himself and awaken the true potential of his weapon.'
Reeling my consciousness back into my body, I approached my desk. On it, I found a stack of papers containing tons of information on one girl. She was the holder of the highest rank of all graduates of the magic academy. The reason I get this stack of paper? Every year all graduates of the elite class receive a mystic weapon, custom made for them, by me. They didn't even know of my existence, probably thought the weapons came from an ancient long-forgotten ruin. They even changed their grades! They just call them magic weapons with a numerical grade.
The weapon grades:
Common - normal
Uncommon - grade 1
Rare (much more durable, way sharper) - grade 2
Holy (blessed by a powerful individual)
Unique (one of a kind) - grade 3
Magic (magic abilities) - grade 4
Mystic (special abilities) - grade 5
Epic (A weapon from the tales of old) - grade 6
Ancient (old magic that you don't want to face) - grade 7
Soul (depends on imprint)
Dark liquid (dark elves/shadow servants only, properties unknown)
Origin (manifestation of world laws)
Divine (weapons of gods) - grade 8
Legendary - grade 9
(Note: weapons that do not have a corresponding grade are weapons of roughly equal power that cannot be made by "ordinary" means)
Back to the task at hand. I began reading through the notes compiled on my desk, learning everything I could for my dearest customer to get a satisfying weapon. After having busied myself for a couple of hours, I wolfed down a sandwich for lunch and made my way towards the tea party.
I passed through the halls still marveling at the storms that raged outside the barriers. This island was situated in the depths of the forgotten seas, storms and hurricanes were a daily occurrence here. Of course, that was if you could see it. The inner barriers were fitted with a powerful illusion spell, making it appear as though the sky was always clear and the sun would always shine during the day, while the full moon was visible every night. Not that such a shitty illusion could work on me, it was powerful... for normal people, not monsters like us.
As I arrived at the exit of the mansion, a wonderful garden greeted my eyes. This garden was Rose's doing, she worked here as a gardener or I guess you could say she worked as a cultivator of both flowers and herbs. Truth be told, half the output of the outside world's potion production was supported solely by Rose's garden.
Wandering through the garden I soon arrived at the other end. The garden ended in a steep slope, going down roughly three meters, transitioning into the broad road that leads to the gates. These gates were the only way to circumvent the multitude of barriers around the island, so of course, it had become the target of attack for the twins. At one point of the slope, an old fashioned stone pavilion had been built and was now used for our tea parties whenever the twins tried again.
