Chapter 12

Overwhelming mana, as if suppressing the senses, pulsed within the spherical object. Despite having experienced countless types of mana before, they had never felt anything quite like this. Varen strained to speak.

"Marpez, what in the world…?"

"Professor, what is this exactly? It's not suddenly going to explode, is it?"

"Well, the only thing I can be sure about… is that it's Marpez's egg. But judging from the mana I feel, I can't even guess what might come out of it."

"You can't guess?"

– Cheep… Cheep…

Marpez was nodding off on Ronan's lap. Ronan, who was stroking the bird's soft feathers, furrowed his brow.

"No, you said it's an egg. So, it's not just going to hatch into a blue bundle of fur like this? It's not like planting a bean and suddenly getting a watermelon."

"That's the problem. Dream Birds can do that."

"What?"

"Not just watermelons, but they can also grow trees, palaces, and forests."

Varen continued the explanation. In essence, this peculiar bird, conceived by absorbing mana from specific objects or its surroundings, laid an egg. Due to this unique ability, even among fantastical creatures, their population was limited.

"Because of this, Dream Birds that look the same don't exist. I've seen Dream Birds with steel beaks and feathers of flame."

"Sounds amazing… I'd probably aim for it too, even if I weren't a poacher."

Varen had encountered Marpez in a prestigious northern lake. The characteristics, like blue feathers and the ability to run on water, were likely derived from the lake's mana.

"However, this situation is new to me too. In typical cases, a Dream Bird's intrinsic mana is about 70%, and the rest should feel like 30%… But this is a chaotic mix of all kinds of mana. Like molten metal in a furnace."

"What's included in 'all kinds'?"

"Well… that's…"

Varen let out a sigh as he inspected the egg. Even explaining it was more confusing than explaining an eccentric masterpiece painted by a madman.

What could you call this? Flames flowing on a riverbed. Dancing shadows, and rivers of bright red rushing into the sky. Pale starlight. A Dream Bird soaring along the world's edge.

Eventually, Varen lowered his head, seemingly embarrassed.

"I apologize. I can't give you a definite answer. With my abilities, I can't explain this."

"Hey, what the heck did you give birth to?"

Ronan jabbed Marpez as he muttered. Marpez, who had awakened briefly, looked around blinking before burying its head into Ronan's chest and falling asleep again.

Ronan chuckled in disbelief.

"Well, I've seen shameless folks, but this one takes the cake."

"…Um, would you mind taking care of this egg?"

"Huh?"

Ronan raised his head at this sudden request. Varen was staring at him with a serious expression. The way he had his hands on his knees reminded Ronan of a master appealing to someone for his daughter's sake.

"I know this is a sudden favour. But I believe Marpez has a reason for laying this egg in front of you all."

"Isn't it just because it was time to lay the egg?"

"No, Dream Birds don't lay eggs just anywhere."

Varen asserted firmly. His well-groomed mane swayed aristocratically.

He spoke as if uttering an unopposable, ancient prophecy.

"Much like most animals give birth in safe places, Dream Birds lay their eggs where potential gathers. I want to respect the intention of my friend, who has been with me for over 40 years."

"Uh… Honestly, it doesn't matter much, but is it okay?"

"Of course. In fact, I'm thankful you're willing to entertain this sudden request."

"When is it going to wake up?"

"I'm not sure, but… I know of a place where it might be helped."

Varen, who unexpectedly rose to his feet, walked over to the desk. In his returning hands were two sheets of exquisite paper and a piece of parchment.

Ronan grinned.

"I was contemplating what to give you as a token of gratitude for rescuing Marpez… and it worked out well."

"What is it?"

"Firstly, this is a map leading to the Fountain of Phaenar."

Varen extended the parchment first. A crudely drawn map, as if he had done it himself, was sketched on the rough surface. He pointed to a marked spot with his index finger.

"It's the closest place to the Leyline. A location where the Earth's mana gathers, so it's often sought after by fantasy creatures."

"Wait, Leyline? Really?"

Varen suggested that they should take the egg and visit the Fountain of Phaenar. He mentioned that it might accelerate the hatching or enhance their own mana sensitivity. He asked them to keep the location a secret.

Ronan nodded, clutching the parchment.

"Of course. Giving us something so precious, thank you somehow doesn't feel enough."

"It's not over yet. Here, take this too."

This time, Varen placed two sheets of exquisite paper on the table. Although there was a lot written on them, it was in a language they couldn't understand because it wasn't Imperial.

"What is this?"

"It's a recommendation letter for Philleon Academy. I thought I'd never have a use for it in my lifetime, but it seems it's finally coming out."

The boys' eyes widened. Varen took what seemed like a mere pen but began to scribble something. He indicated their names, Ronan's and Aselle's, and his own signature in his handwriting.

"As far as I know, students who enter with a recommendation letter only need a simple interview instead of an additional exam. Scholarships are also available. And other benefits…"

"I don't need it."

Varen looked taken aback as Ronan spoke while stroking Marpez.

"…What?"

"I said I don't need it. Just use Marpez for me."

"I'm fine with it too!"

Aselle also clapped his hands. Even when Ronan prodded him in the side, he stubbornly resisted.

"Don't play around, just accept it."

"I want to pass on my own merits!"

"Heh, really."

Ronan chuckled. He ruffled Aselle's hair as if pardoning him, then set Marpez down on the table.

"That's right. I'm thinking the same way."

"Wait a moment! Are you serious?"

"Now, this should be enough. You've had your fair share of tea."

He playfully shook the parchment with the map drawn on it in front of them. Ronan grabbed his coat and got up from his seat. Varen, who stood up right after, asked in surprise.

"I find it awkward to say this, but Philleon's recommendation letter holds a different meaning. Only one student gets accepted with a recommendation letter every three years or so!"

"I'm not going to be swayed by giving you a beast and be left empty-handed. Besides, I've wanted that egg ever since you mentioned a steel beak or whatever."

Ronan strode towards the door without hesitation. The sound of the door closing jolted Marpez awake, and he looked around.

Standing there dazedly, it took Varen quite a while to return to the desk. He scratched his mane and mumbled to himself, "That guy."

Leaving Varen's office, the two of them headed straight for the marketplace. While their purpose included getting supplies and ingredients, the main reason was to meet Marya, of course.

As they strolled among sophisticated buildings, Aselle spoke up.

"Hey, Ronan."

"Huh?"

"Why did you make that request earlier?"

"Ah, that? Well…"

The favour he asked of Varen was nothing other than becoming the supervisor of the club he intended to create. In his investigation of Philleon Academy, Ronan had learned about student-run organizations called 'clubs'. Similar to the military, these clubs required someone to take responsibility, and Varen, who looked like he would excel in that role, was a perfect candidate.

Ronan chuckled, sliding a hairpin behind his ear.

"Well, I had something in mind."

"What if I don't get accepted… What will you do then?"

"You call that a question? You better hurry back and beg him to give his recommendation again."

"You're shameless."

"Don't worry, kid. You just need to show off your telekinesis and you'll pass for sure."

Aselle didn't bother asking, "What about you?" He had only asked out of concern, not actually considering that Ronan might fail. Even a fierce Lunar Goblin would be no different than a carrot on a cutting board in front of his sword skills.

"By the way, this is actually pretty good. I like the feeling of clutching it knowing it's not dung."

"Be, be careful…! If you drop it…"

"It's harder than mithril, what's the worst that could happen if it falls?"

Since considered it fully his own, he felt no qualms. He urged them forward and said, "Let's go see that girl quickly. My shoulders hurt because of the books."

Among the refined buildings, they eventually spotted Maraya,