Casting His First Spell

Celia had decided being adventurous and not ask for a new bed. She got permission from Marianne for him to attend basic classes, however advanced classes were unavailable until he showed his abilities and understanding of magic. A spring in her step she returned only to find he was gone, only to return smelling like another woman's scent and it was the scent of a demon.

"Why did you go to a demon, aren't I right here?" Celia said.

In this world, not all demons are evil, however, were only accepted by the various nations in the past hundred years. The Bestia Union was once a vassal of the former demon kings mistreated as front line pawns used for war. Thus, Celia felt a strong dislike towards demons, although mostly because she felt Alistair was taken from her.

"I was just out for a walk and she approached me. I felt she was cute and had dinner with her," Alistair said.

Celia was glad he spoke the truth, yet the fact he ran off with some random witch made her strangely irritated as she pressed him into the bed, mounting him, baring her fangs.

"Hmph, you're my guardian! Don't think you can run away!" Celia feeling a sense of crisis, unable to figure out why.

Alistair felt her possessive desire was attractive, however he wasn't someone to just sit back and let his life be decided by another. His large hands slapped against her ass with a tight squeeze, causing Celia's body to jump. Before she could speak, he sealed her small mouth with his lips.

"Mmmphh~"

Celia felt his warm tongue began entangle hers. Slightly shocked at the loss of domination, she struggled lightly, before giving in to the heavenly feeling of kissing for the first time, her awkward tongue movements trying to meet his.

"Chuupa~"

Alistair pulled back his head, leaving a bridge of glistening saliva between the two, smiling towards her with a blushed face and a cute red tongue still hanging out.

"I can only say, no matter which woman you smell. Only you have this connection with me. "

He pulled back the quilt, revealing his pelvis tattoo glowing brightly because of their current connection.

Celia returned to sanity as she looked downwards. "Ah!" She hammered a soft fist on his chest and ran away clutching the quilt, her silver tail puffed out and swaying faster than ever before.

"Stupid pervert! A man cannot just go around kissing people!" Celia said, slamming the bathroom door feeling her face burning.

Alistair slowly rose from the bed, looking out of the human sized windows watching the many witches running around presumably going to lessons or training. If only those pitiful girls had looked up, they would have gotten another taste of heaven at the start of their day.

He stretched his body, before throwing on a white cloth tunic and his black pants, walking towards the bathroom door knocking loudly.

Celia was currently combing her hair whilst trying to calm down, feeling she needed to take a bath now to clean her body that had grown excited from his touch. Hearing the knock at the door, she pretended to be fierce.

"Hmph, what do you want? I'm busy," Celia said.

Alistair heard her clamouring inside, feeling this situation was far better than he could imagine in his previous life.

"Ah... Well, my name is Alistair... Alistair Crowley. I am happy you were the one who summoned me."

He heard a loud bang. It seemed she dropped the brush she was using. A few small footsteps sounded with a pitter-patter. Although she didn't open the door, he felt her presence on the other side.

"Un, Celia... My name is Celia Estal of the Silvan wolf clan. I-I'm happy you answered my call"

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The pair now walked down the long corridor leading towards her first class, magic theory and practise. Celia was now wearing her short, black frilled skirt and shirt with the top buttons opened, candy for Alistair's eyes. After her conversation this morning, no longer acting hostile now openly seducing him, her tail now brushing against his hands as they approached the lecture room.

"I really want to learn magic. I was always learning martial arts in my previous life... So I can always use them to my advantage." Alistair thought, as the large brown doors opened magically on their approach.

The classroom reminded him of lecture rooms in his previous world, several seats in an arc facing towards the lower professor. Once again, he couldn't see any other guardian beasts beside himself. The witches that arrived early felt happy seeing him up front as he was dressed wildly, raising the temperature of the immature witches' bodies.

Celia dragged Alistair slightly towards a seat to the side away from the hungry wolves drooling at his chest muscles. It seemed everyone knew about him now, even more annoyed by the fact he dressed in a way to drive witches crazy.

"Stupid whores, he's mine! Stop drooling!" Celia thought with a feeling of victory over them.

Today's class was held at the same time every morning, to prepare witches for always having efficient time keeping and organisation.

All the girls were chatting happily from topics about magic, brothels and Alistair. However, the door opened an extremely beautiful middle-aged woman walked in.

Her black hair, swaying at her hips, her arms covered in strange gauntlets with runes covering her body. She wore leather and plated mail armour rather than clothes. She didn't look like a witch at all.

"She's the most beautifully fierce woman I've seen, like a battle angel descended from above." Alistair thought.

The witches were all now well behaved, with proper posture and only daring to breathe. Alistair thought she must be a strict and well-respected teacher. Maybe all teachers were like this. He hoped.

With the clanging of steel, she sat at her desk. With a thud, placing her feet upon it. She surveyed the class, nodding with an approving smile as everyone seemed present.

She noticed Alistair, his ears twitching slightly, feeling her pressure. Watching her resting her chin on her hands, honestly, she looked more like a member of the mafia than a lecturer, but Alistair loved it by catching glimpses of her undergarments a dark purple colour.

"You must be the famed half-beast guardian, right?" Tapping the desk with her fingers covered in steel. "I'm Regina. I take charge of basic magic class and combat training within the academy."

Regina felt like an empress looking over her subjects, before beginning the basic explanation of mana and magic, mostly for Alistair's benefit.

"Using magic is the act of taking mana from within our bodies and envisioning a reaction. Some use chants to increase the power of the image in their heads. For example, to create a fireball, the chant can change from person to person."

Regina opened up a textbook, which then enlarged, and the text was printed onto the large blackboard behind her, turning pages as she did.

"Wow! That's amazing. She cast a spell without even chanting." Alistair thought.

The board's text explained how magic was the product of mana created with imagery. Through certain patterns, you can trace the 'spells. Humanity didn't invent magic. It was a product of the demons who are born from another realm with the ability to manipulate mana, just like breathing. Humans stole this method during the first great war against the demon forces, using the form of runes and sigils to replicate a weak version of magic.

"Now, who can tell me why today we no longer use the rune or sigil system?" Regina said.

"Ok, Celia, please explain."

"Yes! During the second continental war against the demons, using sigils and runes became far too inferior and slow compared to the demon armies. A genius magician named Scarlet Melcior from the country of Silvamere discovered the trick to cast magic by implanting sigils inside her own body to learn how to feel and control mana. This lead to discovering the Scarlet Chanting Method, which was used between the year 214-470 of the Lerian Calendar."

"Good, that answers the very basis of magic, afterwards the casting created by the first Witch Scarlet Melcior leads to the adaption of our current casting rituals today."

Regina turned the page, and the next page was about grades and to cast a spell. The most important component is the ability to envision the spell. The greater the vision, the more powerful and efficient it would be cast.

"After many years of using mana, witches are now born with a similar ability to a demon. The way we judge a witch's innate talent is the amount of her base mana. A grade 1 witch will have between 10-30 mana, while a grade 9 witch is born with 110-130 mana. With each stage of improvement, a witch will gain five mana."

"So, I should be around the talent of a Grade 8 witch... That means Mera is even more amazing. Come to think of it..."

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[Celia Estal]

[Arctic Wolf Half Beast]

[Mana: 40/40]

[Unique Talent]

[Bestial Dual Sword mastery (C-)]: Skilled in the beastman style of swordsmanship.

[Skills]

[Wind affinity (D-)] : Increases wind attribute spells slightly, reducing mana costs.

[Potential: Grade 2, Low]

[Element: Wind/Earth]

[Weakness: Kissing, Scent, Creampie.]

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[Regina]

[Half Demon, Human]

[Mana: 250/250]

[Unique Talent]

[Demon fire (S)]: A high grade version of Demon fire. All fire spells are cast with demonic fire, increasing the damage by 30% and resistance to water by 80%

[Skills]

[Enchantment (B)]: Able to enchant body and weapons with attributes.

[Close combat master (A+).] Increases reaction time, damage and recovery time of all Melee combat.

[Potential: Grade 9, Supreme]

[Element: Fire/Earth/Dark]

[Weakness: Anal, Deepthroat.]

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"Wow, she's really powerful... I wonder how I will learn skills. Let's try casting a simple Ice spell!" Alistair thought.

Alistair held his arm out, imagining his hand covered with a frozen beast claw. He closed his eyes, cleared his thoughts, the lecture drifting out of his ears. There seemed to be blue particles floating around and through his body, the ones outside his body were various colours.

The blue particles were the easiest for him to feel and effect, the swirling particles forced together, making a snake like around his hand. His focus is on this method and process. Unknown to him, many of the more talented witches were watching him in shock.

Regina felt intrigued. This boy hadn't touched mana after hearing Mariannes' reports, yet just one lecture, and he could feel the mana both inside his body and outside. People who could use mana from the world were known as sorceresses, a large secret within the top levels of the Witch association. "Such an intriguing and attractive male." Regina thought to herself, licking her red lips.

-Crackle-

The girls felt the room's temperature decrease, a light blue glow forming around his hand, forming a very primitive-looking gauntlet of ice filled with spikes. Most of the witches were impressed at his casting without chanting.

Alistair noticed the gazes from everyone as he lost concentration. The gauntlet shattered into. pieces, he felt disappointed at losing concentration before hearing.

[Learnt Skill: Basic Ice manipulation (C+)]

[Learnt Spell: Ice Claw (D-)]

"Well, I guess it was worth it."

As he was about to continue speaking to Celia about his discovery, his head was filled with hundreds of words and theory regarding the application and manipulation of mana, also the full rune diagram of his Ice Claw spell no longer needing to focus so hard to cast.

"Girls, tomorrow is our scheduled battle training. I hope you are all looking forward to it! This will be the first time with your guardian beasts, so please be ready for tomorrow's lesson!"

Regina left the classroom, throwing a kiss and winking at Alistair, leaving him confused.