What's My Original Spell?

But even with all these figured out... It didn't explain why Z was targeting me with the earlier question.

"Alright, I'll put it in simpler terms... Do you understand your Original Spell? Like, what does it mean when you call out its name?" asked Z, with a heavy sigh.

"I don't know its meaning... The Original Spell I've got was given to me by default from Vania, so I don't have a clue about its meaning..."

Z and Mavislin blinked slowly at me as if they were looking at an animal who had learned how to talk.

"The whole reason the Original Spell is named 'Original' is that you have crafted it yourself to fit your fighting style and Element. Usually, if you own a set of Original Spell, you are an advanced Mage who understands their strengths and weakness."

"However, I think it might be different for Otherworlders," explained Mavislin, looking away from me.

Hmm... That's true... From what I read in the novel, those with Original Spells are Mages with a significant level of expertise in their craft. Wait, then what about Vincent? Doesn't he have an Original Spell?

"Same thing as you; I got my Spells from the Words of the World, but I've understood mine is based on Mesopotamian Legends, most notably connected to the Epic of Gilgamesh. From what I've noticed on your side, your spells seem to be everywhere."

"You used a move from the lost princess, Anastasia, just now, but the other day, you used the Holy Lance of King Arthur on Fabian. They are two different myths and entities, so I'm not sure how your Original Spell works..." replied Vincent, shrugging his shoulders.

Vania was very quiet about this as well. Z and Mavislin said nothing as they walked towards the Old Chapel, with the Grand Admiral stopping halfway to turn around and point at me.

"Try asking Vania for the main reason why you have such an odd Original Spell. Once you do, maybe you'll understand the true purpose of being in this world. Because from the way I see it now, you are a Mage who doesn't understand her own powers."

"If that's the case, then I cannot see you as a Mage," warned Z, continuing to walk away.

"Perhaps some time is needed before you take up another job... Enough time to truly understand your powers and purpose as a Mage. You were given a new life, but it's as good as being dead if you don't know the purpose of it," added Mavislin, without looking back.

So... Was I getting fired? Or on a very vacation? Either way, I wasn't going to stay here for too long. As the two reached the front door, Vincent and I were still standing in the field. The man tried to comfort me by resting a hand on my shoulder, but I brushed it off and summoned my armor.

"The Grand Admiral is right... I don't know much about my powers, so how could I call myself a practicing Mage? I only know how to yell out the names and incantations given to me, not understanding why that is the case..." I said, refusing to meet Vincent's eyes.

Just then, Bryan barged through the front doors of the Old Chapel and sprinted towards us. When he reached us, the Slayer was gasping for air while raising his hand, asking us to stop whatever we were doing.

"Are... You leaving... The Arks?" asked Bryan, still gasping for air.

"I'm leaving the Old Chapel, for now, to help Vincent on his quest, but I'm not sure if your Lady Boss has fired me or I'm on indefinite leave..." I answered, sighing.

"Well, whatever it is, you are going away now. We could have made a great team..."

"After that Mission, I think we were the best, but I shouldn't keep you from your girl. One round with you was enough for me to know that you work better in a team with your other members. I'm usually a solo flier, so I don't think you and I can mix. Besides, I'm not too fond of drinking."

"Aw... But I understand, and I've promised Rina that I would help her for the next Mission. But, for some odd reason, that Butterfly Girl has refused to look at me during our mealtimes, so I'm about to find out why. So I'll see you around then," said Bryan, trying to hold back his sad expression.

Ah~ The innocent look of a man so dense about a girl's feelings is a slap on the face for me. The man was so out of touch and thick that it was impressive at this point. He surpasses the density of mercury. Anyways, I nodded as the Slayer jabbed his finger at Vincent.