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The Prodigy of the Hidden World

There is an unseen side to this world. A world beneath the one we know, aptly named the Hidden World. A world filled with magic and the mystical. Beneath layers of rock and stone, of dirt and dust, the Hidden World is where magic and the magicians thrive. The mundane world, untouched by magic and the arcane, was of no interest to them, up until a disaster that took place fifteen years ago, revealing the hidden truth to humanity. Now, the mundane world is slowly adjusting to the existence of magic and the otherworldly as wildmagic runs rampant, threatening to kill and destroy. Magic schools have opened up, and children are encouraged to learn magic. Two students enrol at Fawn's Magic Academy – two people who don’t seem ordinary at all. Iris Yotsura, heir to the most powerful of the Three Clans, has little magic if any. Her father, the Master of the clan, has sent her to a prestigious magic academy in the mundane world, hoping a new method to unlock her powers could be discovered in this once-useless place. And as her guardian, Aether Yotsura is chosen. Regarded as nothing more than a worthless servant to the Yotsura clan by the uninitiated, he accompanies her in this journey to the mundane world. Though his presence is not enough to stop the attempts at Iris’ life, his sense of duty will not allow him to fail, no matter what. Bound to the Yotsura clan by an oath of blood, and his powers under lock and key, Aether must do his best with this limited form to protect Iris as well as the school itself. And wait. Wait for the opportunity to break free of the chains that bind him. * * * Be advised that the Protagonist is rather powerful. If you really dislike OP protagonists, this might not be for you. * * * This is my submission for the 2021 Webnovel Spirity Awards.

Dweia · Fantasy
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248 Chs

The Trap Springs (3)

Miranda listened to her wide eyed. "Are you sure it was him who left the symbol?" She asked once more. Uria nodded. "Only five people know what it means," She reminded the librarian. "One of them is him, one is stuck in the Council, one is in seclusion, and the other two are us."

Miranda nodded. "True…" She muttered. "Then… what do we do?"

"We need to come up with a believable lie until either he returns, the Lord emerges from the obsidian room, or the Madam comes back."

Miranda scowled. "You won't even look for him?"

"I will!" Uria clenched her fists. "But I checked when I saw the mark. Whoever got to him was discreet. Minimal use of magic, no tools left behind."

"But they wounded Aether?"

Uria quickly shook her head. "I'm pretty sure he needed his own blood for the last sealing spell. He was taking longer than usual to cast them, and I swear I saw some red hue in the last explosion."