The Difference between Elf and Half Elf - Physical

The flight of a witch was an amazing experience for Sigurd; feeling like he transformed into an eagle streaming through the air.

'The wind feels so wonderful, travelling through my hair!'

Soon, the village came into sight, the lovely colours of flora and homes built with the most vibrant wood wrapped in lively green vines and towering trees growing from each building as if they were part of the tree itself.

He noticed that many younger witches were standing in lines practising long verses together with a plump elder, one of the few who didn't reject him—her short grey hair made her seem strict, but when a girl made a mistake.

She gently corrected them before showing them an example of the same spell and chant. However, something bugged him because he had never used a chant like this; maybe there were different ways to cast magic.

The staff hovered a few feet from the ground before her palm touched his back, "eh?" whoosh, the air felt great as he dropped before landing on his feet with a thud, causing many of the witches wearing blue robes to lose focus, turning to him.

He then realised that all of them were stunning beauties! Only his mother could surpass them of all the women he met.

'I disturbed them. Let's be civil.'

Sigurd gave them a polite and elegant bow before Medea's loud heels tapped the ground behind him. "What are you doing, flirting with your fellow apprentices?"

"Hmmm?"

It was only then he noticed his garments seemed to have changed.

The former church chain mail and plate were now woven into a magical fusion of the navy blue trench coat that seemed like a robe with its long tail, but underneath was a strong silver armour.

"When did this change!?" Sigurd was confused; looking around, he noticed the elves in the same blue and gave him a polite gesture, some watching him for longer before the elder shouted.

"Medea! If you're going to have your little boy seduce these girls, then don't blame me if he becomes a breeding horse for us all."

"Hah!? Old hag, your ovaries are already dust!"

"Who are you calling old, you midget?"

Sigurd stepped back, watching as his short but busty master flung spells at the old lady, who deflected and countered in return; it was a magical scene as he backed off and bumped into someone's muscular body by accident.

"Forgive me..." He whispered, noticing that the person he hit was a beautiful girl with dark blue hair and a silver streak in her fringe.

"N-No... I am at fault, Apprentice Sigurd!" 

'Hmmm? Why is she acting like a girl who met a famous bard?'

Sigurd tilted his head, watching her nervousness before sighing; he wasn't good at dealing with girls. "I am sorry, miss?"

"Eva!" she answered quickly.

"Thank you, Miss Eva. I will leave you to practise now."

"U-Uhm... Apprentice Sigurd!" She nervously called out to Sigurd, making him curious as he turned around and nodded for her to continue.

"D-Do you fancy sharing tea sometime?"

Sigurd smiled warmly, finding Eva cute, but he knew Medea had plans for him. "I cannot right now."

"Ah... ok."

"How about tomorrow?" Sigurd offered as he glanced back. Only to see Medea and Elder were still throwing spells at each other; it looked fun, and Eva also looked lonely.

"Really!? Yes!" She clapped happily.

"Then tomorrow afternoon?" Sigurd suggested, to which Eva nodded repeatedly.

"I'll meet you here, at the blue cordis tree!"

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Not long after that, the other elders came from their apprentices, who wore various colour robes, which meant the blue ones were likely the lowest level. 

'Come to think of it, Eva had shorter ears, but instead of a blue robe, she wore blue clothes mixed with an elven armour. Is she a half-elf?'

"Oh, my little disciple, are you already picking the elves to eat them?"

"Hmmm?"

"To share tea for elves is an invitation to have sex. Fool."

"Eh?" Sigurd felt shocked as the girls giggled before Medea patted him on the shoulder with a proud expression, thinking her disciple was popular with the girls.

"Don't worry; you are no longer human, so just enjoy it. Even if you are my little apprentice, elves are picky with men."

Medea watched Sigurd blush before smiling to herself. 'he is pure, such a cute boy. Makes this old woman want to devour him.'

"For today, take casting spells easy, but I will meet with the half-elf elder to help teach you the physical tempering meditation technique first. I have noticed that your magic recovers faster than anything I've seen, so I plan to have you learn their skill instead of ours."

Sigurd nodded, walking alongside Medea as they moved towards a giant red tree that stood at least fifty meters tall, its trunk.

"Why is the half-elf tempering technique better than genuine witches?"

"Hmmm, do you want to know?"

"I am worried because my father is human... Doesn't that make me a half-elf at best? Then won't I be inferior using magic? I don't even have pointed ears."

Medea stopped her paces before they reached the red tree, turning to face him as she thought for a moment, then tapped his frowning eyebrows with her long finger.

"Silly apprentice, do you think the process would be the same for you?"

"Eh?"

"Genuine elves mature slower because our energy is stored inside our cores, allowing us to practise magic longer; however, your core seems to absorb energy naturally, unlike us witches. That's why our meditation technique may be useless to you, and instead, we plan to teach you theirs, but I want you to know that although you may not look different now."

"It's likely the purity of that magic you are playing with; even now, I can see you manually pumping it around your body, training to increase control; that magic will probably make you evolve, but from the amount I know, you will be an elf at worst."

"I won't become a half-elf?" 

"Haha, no, your current amount is almost double the normal apprentice witch. A half-elf doesn't even have a quarter of yours."

Sigurd nodded as they reached the tree. Medea knocked on the door with her staff three times before a beautiful blonde half-elf appeared, wearing similar clothing to Eva. The only difference, she wore a white robe underneath.

Her golden eyes glanced towards Sigurd, making him nervous as he noticed her short, pointed ears, but the body under her robes was amazing. Both sensual and muscular, filled with a beauty beyond a normal creature.

"Rosa, can you teach him your body tempering technique and explain the differences between witches and you chevaliers? I upset Elder Clarice; she wants me to make potions for her until sunset..."

Rosa sighed, moving to the side to allow Sigurd to enter, giving him a friendly smile. Medea whispered, patting Sigurd on the butt gently before leaving.

"Good luck, my little disciple, learn well. Try not to be ravished and wrung dry by the thirsty women there!"

"Wait, what!?"

Rosa chuckled. "Apprentice Sigurd, shall we begin?"

She shut the door behind Sigurd, making him sigh before following Rosa.

The room felt calm, with a scent of nature and women, a fruity yet sweet smell with a faint sour hint as he passed many other half-elves training or relaxing together.

"Yes!"