Integrating magic
"...There are seven Faes." Showing her seven slender fingers, she counted the original faes.
"Rouge; The Dragon, Arancia; The Faun, Galben; The Beast, Zold; The Dwarf, Azul; The Undine, Cham; The Elf, and Violett; The Sylph. There are at least a hundred types of us Fairies including…—" As if recounting all the living beings Twig stopped her rambling.
"Hold on," he pulled his hand from the small pocket and slightly pointed his fingers to stop her, "first of all, you can read my mind?" puzzled, he began asking her while walking to the pillar where Twig sat down earlier to get the meat jerky.
"It's not that I can go over your mind if you don't permit me. I can listen to your emotions loud and clear just as you can give attention to my words. It's called telepathy. We are connected in some way because of the Queen's energy signature within you. Unlike any other human beings, you are one of the few who can hear us directly without me asserting anything. Also, I am bound to you since you gave birth to me. Hah Hah Hah!" She released a high-pitched and horribly childlike laughter.
"..Telepathy? Whoa, what's with giving birth to you? What I did was to leave you in that large gold goblet and then you came out!" He coughed and barely told her the things he did to bring forth her existence. Seeing her playful and cheerful attitude, Twig realizes how she's like him, making him understand the reason why there is an existence like her.
"Alright, now I want to understand how you realize all of these things when you're just a newborn that has recently emerged from its egg?" Mysteriously showing awareness of its being is unbelievable. You can't see newborn humans starting to address how he is being conceived and about weird things at that like it's just normal. “Not that this is within human reasoning, but at least show a sign of being a newborn!” He exclaimed.
"I understand how this is incomprehensible, but this is a privilege from the Queen's energy signature that's ingrained within your body as a source of your vigour and magic. Think of it as a seedling that thrives within you, giving you the power to conquer the impossible!" saying things with her arrogant high-pitched childish voice as if he is fated to some grand scheme...
Stroking while inclining his head. “Ugh! It makes my head hurt.”
"Your guess is also as good as mine, my Lord. However, knowledge is embedded in my soul the moment I have yielded consciousness. Furthermore, I am here to apply the necessary action to help oversee your growth and many things. Next, we'll begin the appraisal of your character class. Are you ready, my Lord?" There is no way Twig have a chance to refuse so he nodded and answered, “Not because I have an option in the first place.” Watching her being comfortable with him indicates that she regards highly what is inside him after all.
‘Magic, huh. So, I endured that excruciating experience to acquire magic.’
Before he knew it, Twig narrated what transpired from the entrance of the cave until the present. Hoping that this tiny fairy perceived his circumstances and do something about them.
"And, oh! Before I forgot. Please don't call me your Lord from now on. It's exceedingly embarrassing! You should know by now, I am but less of a commoner, I don't have a proper name. How about you? What should I call you?" I added.
"No, no, no. The magic that you have can’t be wrong. Oh. heh heh. I also don't have a name yet. I am a newborn, after all. I suppose you can agree on how I can be called later. Also, the system will request a proper name from both of us. I believe we need to think about a name suited to you. So, choose wisely, my Lord! Heh heh," she chuckled.
A freeman is worthy to get a name from the lord himself which will then be consecrated by the clergy on a ritual, albeit arbitrarily choosing a name has never reached his mind - a slave less than a commoner. If Twig will need it himself, then he shall provide for his own, that’s what probably running through his mind.
Standing in front of the statues, Twig placed his hands inside the golden goblet which this pixie urged him to do. She said to imagine me pouring something into the goblet just like he is fetching water and transferring it to another cask. He did. How can someone transfer something he does not have? This is insane.
However, Twig remembered the winged girl, the Queen, Kalpea pouring white light to the flower before, feeling the energy that once permeated through his body and directed to the goblet. Hence he tried copying what she did and the goblet lit. “Oh! Interesting!” She flew around Twig saying it's his energy that he is pouring to the goblet, not the water. How enigmatic. After several minutes later, the light weakened and we were able to observe the gooey, dark essence inside the goblet. It's a deep reddish-black goo that looks like blood. “Is this my energy?”
"How peculiar. It's like a lemure." the pixie gawked.
"What do you mean peculiar and what is a lemure?" Twig asked.
"It's a creature of the night, blobs of molten, stinking dark reddish flesh that oozed across the ground as they moved, just like slime but different," she replied.
"Lemure, huh." he pondered.
Shortly after, the goo crawled from the goblet and wrapped Twig’s hands, a big interconnected seven-diamond leaf and small diamonds filling the gap etched at the back of his hands appeared. Although, it's the same feeling as if he is basking in the mid-sun of the spring season, its warm and yet relaxing heat continues to hold his hand while penetrating directly at the back of the hand. You can also explain it as an infant longing for, and clenching its hand on its mother's arm. Well, it's his gooey energy after all.
"10% Restriction lifted. Magic is now operational. System established," the loud dull voice report as usual in one go without pauses. Twig can't comprehend how these words are being used by this lady. “Where is she? Is that a spirit solely for declaring one's intention?” The pixie shrugged and Twig continued, “No matter, I believe she mentioned that the magic is established and should now be completed.”
“I wonder what class I belong to?”
"Please press the box with your hand along with your mana and indicate the name of your guide fairy," then the three-dimensional box returned to his line of sight glowing and floating, Twig looked at the pixie and she nodded and rested on his shoulder. He nudged his hand that momentarily prickled his palm after he loudly says, "...Sprigg!"
Twig shyly squinted, impulsively choosing the name of her species, a Spriggan. She giggled and said she was expecting that name. He slightly bowed his head because he is an awful lad for this kind of thing, not choosing a lovely name for her. Well, it's not that he knows a lot of lady's names. Then comes his turn. ‘I guess this is the time to use the proper name she told me to use from now on since the glowing box appeared again,’ he thought. “Alright,” after thinking over and over again, “let's use that name, then.”
"Lemure!"
He roared saying the name he wanted. He gets the chance of acquiring a name that freemen possess. Twig is obviously thrilled. However, he felt a sudden breeze of dizziness on his head. “I think I am just tired of all the things that have happened. This might not be a bad thing at the end of the day,” he stated.
"Integrating Flower's magic essence to the player. Activating support level." Sprigg who's resting on his shoulder earlier slowly hovers in front of him raised her right hand along with a strange lifeless jade-green gaze and said, "Player registration complete."
It's been a few days since they reached the outer part of the castle so they can check for the remaining areas that are not searched for the houses inside the second wall or if there are any hidden rooms. Twig also have her appraise his magic skills since she mentioned he is classified as a mage, a magic wielder or a wizard. He is entirely bewildered by the terms she uses but he seemingly understands it for some reasons. Just how nostalgic a thing appears to be familiar at some point but is it the first time you heard? Those were like the strange dreams before and Twig thinks that this is one of them, he also thinks that the flower has something to do with amplifying it.
"That's right. You are in the Castle of King Agar, the Great Spirit of the abyss. Ruler of darkness and souls created by the Supreme God of Creation too. This realm is ruled by Queen Kalpea and King Agar. The rulers of Life and Death." she paused, inspecting his hands where the flower permeated back then. Seeing how she carefully checked the strange flower inked into his skin, she continues to tell him the origin of these beings Twig never knew existed.
"Also, humans are a special case. They are the descendants of the High Humans which were created by the ancient Goddess - Agartha, as a gift to the Supreme God of creation, Noir. High Humans are eradicated due to their volatile nature and overwhelming abilities. Some fairies are the product of Fae's and a High Human." she continues to explain what she can appraise, she says it's called downloading.
"How about magic, Sprigg. Do you know how it originates?"