Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 20

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 20

 

 

 

6. So What Exactly Do You Do? (4)

 

 

Contrary to public perception, the amount of mana that mages possess doesn’t differ greatly from one another.

Magic works by accepting natural mana, refining and circulating it, then releasing it.

This is precisely why mages’ bodies are weaker and tire more easily compared to knights.

And what handles this circulation are the circles. Should I say they function as a kind of filter and ‘pathway’?

That’s why mages with multiple circles can cast more powerful magic with smaller amounts of mana.

‘So normally, without circles, mana flow and density are limited…’

But Dane is different.

He possessed mana density and flow completely unlike ordinary people.

What if circles were formed here?

The already high-density mana would be compressed and refined even further, allowing him to use much more powerful magic.

In normal cases, one would surely burst from being unable to withstand that density and pressure.

But Dane is different.

Because his mana affinity is high.

Extremely so.

The level of mana his body can accept and utilize is fundamentally different.

In Dane’s case, it was extremely—no, higher than any mage Sidrain had ever seen.

‘But then why…’

Doesn’t he have circles?

Sidrain soon realized the reason.

That core that came into view when mana was drawn up.

Two mana cores positioned around his heart.

“Why, why did you make something like mana cores!”

Sidrain shouted in shock.

Dane frowned at his reaction and answered.

“Is that not allowed?”

“Of course not! With such insane affinity, it makes no sense to swing around cold weapons! This is maddening!”

Sidrain raised his voice again as if frustrated.

“You have such ridiculous density and flow of mana, yet you made cores instead of mana circles? You’ve turned your back on your talent with your own hands!”

Dane tilted his head at those words.

“Then couldn’t I just use both?”

Where should he start explaining.

From why ‘magic swordsmen’ have short lifespans?

From why ‘magic swordsmen’ are used as the epitome of being neither here nor there?

Or… should he say that someone he thought was a genius is actually stupid?

“Do you really think that’s possible?”

“Yes.”

He was so confident it was absurd.

So he asked.

“Cores and circles interfere with each other. That’s a law. If you flow mana that’s already heavily compressed in cores through circles, the circles can’t handle it and will burst!”

That’s a kind of established law.

That’s why magic swordsmen have short lifespans.

Because they burn brightly and end their lives as the price for gaining both magic and physical abilities simultaneously.

In fact, if you dissect the corpses of magic swordsmen, you can see that the vessel-like pathways through which mana flows are torn and ruined haphazardly.

In other words, according to Sidrain, Dane would never be able to create circles.

‘What a waste, such a waste!’

No matter how eccentric Sidrain might be, as a mage he doesn’t look down on warriors who use cold weapons.

But from a mage’s perspective, it couldn’t help but feel wasteful.

If I had that talent.

Then by now I would have already approached the 9th Circle, the realm of dreams.

His chest felt stuffy and he was going crazy.

Just as Sidrain was about to beat his chest.

“Is it impossible to use magic without circles?”

“Well, of course…”

Sidrain paused for a moment.

“…It’s possible, but close to impossible. Without the refinement of circles, how could you cast magic that requires only refined mana?”

By Sidrain’s standards, it was impossible.

It wasn’t as if it had never been attempted.

But almost all attempts had failed.

“Then shall I try it once?”

“What?”

“Trying to use it without circles.”

What nonsense is this kid spouting.

“Well, I’ve never tried it before though.”

At this sudden statement, Sidrain doubted his ears.

“…”

What is this crazy bastard saying.

Regardless.

Dane recalled the mana rearrangement code for magic that had just occurred to him and immediately drew up his mana.

And the moment he opened his palm.

Whoooosh!

A ball of fire floated in the air.

Basic 1st Circle magic.

But this fellow definitely has no circles.

So how?

“Oh, it works.”

Dane grinned and looked at Sidrain.

Sidrain gaped in shock.

“H-how?”

He hadn’t forcibly created circles either.

But how could he manipulate such delicate mana for magic without a single circle…

“Th-this is impossible…”

“Should I try again?”

Dane dispersed his mana to extinguish the fireball and immediately cast another spell.

Swoosh!

A thin barrier of mana unfolded before Dane’s eyes.

It was the Circle Shield magic, also 1st Circle, capable of blocking physical damage.

Sidrain wanted to faint.

A fellow without circles had used magic?

And on the spot?

“Wow, this works too.”

Watching the fellow mutter as if slightly excited, Sidrain thought.

Circles.

A kind of vessel that refines mana.

Magic’s power and grade are determined by the purity of the mana used.

For example, 5-Chain teleport magic means it can only be used with mana that has undergone five circles of refinement.

Therefore, that fireball magic, which requires one refinement to use, naturally cannot be used without a circle…

“Big Sister Arabella said my mana purity is far higher than other people’s. Maybe that’s why?”

Ah.

Sidrain realized.

This was exactly…

Overwhelming ‘talent’ and-

Innate ‘talent’.

“Heh heh heh…”

Sidrain let out another hollow laugh.

Natural affinity for mana.

Thanks to that, incomparably pure mana and density.

On top of that-

The performance of using magic without any sign of strain despite having no circles.

This fellow is the real deal.

Finally thinking he had found a disciple, Sidrain’s heart became urgent.

“You, do you have any thoughts of becoming my disciple?”

 

 

I already knew about my high magical affinity from being able to handle mana following Big Sister in childhood and creating a mana core around age three.

So that’s probably why I could move around fine in Crescent Forest, separate from the breathing technique.

No matter how good one’s breathing, Crescent Forest is a place even Mother finds difficult if she stays too long.

Being able to stay there perfectly fine for hours meant that accepting and releasing mana was completely natural for me.

But learning ‘now’ for the first time that it was dense and pure enough to enable smooth magic use without circles was beyond that.

“This actually worked.”

Honestly, it’s somewhat surprising.

I had been worrying about how to create circles ever since making my mana core.

But it was resolved more easily than expected.

If creating circles is difficult, just use mana without making them.

My mana was already very pure and dense, as if refined by circles.

And that seems to be a more remarkable fact than I thought.

Seeing someone who’s a Magic Tower master forget about dignity and chase after me like this.

“St-stop right there! Let’s talk for a moment!”

Actually, my inability to feel how ‘amazing’ this was probably thanks to Big Sister’s continuous praise.

It was something I’d heard since childhood, and I thought that’s just how geniuses naturally were.

Well, from Big Sister’s perspective, it might have felt natural.

Big Sister is a genius too.

“Let’s talk for a bit!”

“It’s time to sleep.”

“What sleep in broad daylight!”

Ah, this fellow is persistent.

I clearly said no.

I quickened my pace.

But just as I tried to pick up speed, that mage suddenly appeared right beside me.

“Hehe. Do you see? This is acceleration magic. It temporarily accelerates the body. If you become my disciple, not only this but even more incredible magic…”

I channeled mana to my legs and instantly kicked off the ground.

A sudden chase began.

“Oh my, isn’t that the person who got poisoned eating those Red Cap Mushrooms? Why is he chasing Young Master?”

“Didn’t they say he was a mage?”

“A mage got poisoned eating mushrooms? Isn’t he an idiot?”

All while the Count’s Territory residents watched.

“This is gravity magic! Using it under your feet gives you a feeling like flying through the sky! How about it? Getting a bit interested?”

“Big Sister already taught me all that.”

“…”

When I ran away, Sidrain inevitably followed.

No, if you’re a Magic Tower master, there should be plenty of people wanting to be your disciple, so why are you suddenly acting like this toward me?

“You absolutely must become a mage! Letting that talent rot is a crime, a crime! And if you’re going to learn anyway, from me, Sidrain Gaus, master of Nirucsion’s Magic Tower… ugh!”

Sidrain suddenly tripped and rolled around on the ground. But with admirable persistence, he immediately got up and chased me.

Tenacious.

Are all mages like this?

“Huff, wheeze.”

But after a while, Sidrain seemed tired and stood in place panting.

As expected, he definitely can’t use more magic due to magic power backflow.

“Damn, if not for the magic power backflow…”

“It would be better if you went and rested.”

“Hmm. That doesn’t mean there’s no way!”

Sidrain pulled out something like a feather from his chest. Then the feather burst into flames, and Sidrain’s body floated up.

It was an artifact.

Swoosh.

Sidrain approaching me while floating in the air was terror itself.

“Muhaha. How about it? I can provide artifacts like this for free too! If only you become my disciple!”

There’s no choice.

I can’t draw a sword or spear to subdue a sick person, and I can’t punch him either, so I have to subdue him elegantly.

Should I try wind magic too?

I drew up mana and rearranged it into the code that composes wind magic.

And the moment I extended my hand and released it-

Whiiiiing!

A strong wind blew and pushed away Sidrain who was flying through the air.

I felt mana drain out in an instant.

But the magic was cast reasonably well.

“Oops!”

Because Sidrain fell flat on his bottom and crashed to the ground.

Now he’ll give up, right?

“My goodness… even wind magic!”

Guess not.

“You really are… incredible talent!”

“I still won’t become your disciple though.”

“I’ll definitely make it happen!”

Does this fellow have some disease where he’ll die if he can’t get a disciple?

“Do you happen to know 2-Chain magic? Want to try it once?”

“I can’t because I don’t know the code.”

“Th-th-this! With such genius talent, why don’t you even know a mere 2-Chain magic code!”

Mere?

It’s natural not to know.

I didn’t ask Big Sister about it.

And who would have expected I could use magic like this?

“Hehe, I didn’t expect you’d already become friends with our son.”

Then came the voice of a savior.

It was Father.

“Oh my, the Count has arrived.”

“How can he still be so handsome even at his age.”

“That’s why he’s our Count! Our Count is probably the most handsome among all the Empire’s nobles, right?”

“Well, I heard that Duke Termion from the capital is also incredibly handsome. Everyone who saw him last time was talking about it!”

Amidst the residents’ amusing chatter, Father appeared and looked at me with a grin.

“Son, have you already become this close with everyone?”

“No. I was just running away because he keeps telling me to become his disciple and I keep refusing.”

“Disciple?”

At my honesty, Sidrain quickly interjected.

“Count Sogress. Your son possesses tremendous talent. In magic, that is!”

“Oh, is that so?”

“It’s probably beyond what you know, Count! I have never once seen a mage who can cast chain-level magic without circles!”

“Is that true, Dane?”

I nodded at Father’s question and conjured a fireball with my hand.

Father’s mouth fell wide open.

“Good heavens.”

Seeing this, Sidrain became energized and began delivering a lengthy speech.

Something about how my mana’s density and purity were extremely high, and my basic affinity for mana was so great that refinement and smooth circulation were possible even without circles.

“Is that so? Hmm. I didn’t know our son could actually use magic beyond basic mana emission techniques…”

“That’s why it’s such tremendous talent!”

Father nodded repeatedly as if finding it interesting.

“As expected of a Magic Tower Master. To notice so specifically that our son has talent in magic.”

“It’s not just noticing, and not just having talent! Your son is a genius. A legendary magic swordsman could be born!”

“…Magic swordsman?”

Father’s brow furrowed for a moment.

Ah.

That’s not it.

“That’s right. Magic swordsman. How about it, are you interested? If he just becomes my disciple, I’ll take responsibility and make him the greatest mage! Of course, naturally using a sword as well…”

“Magic Tower Master Sidrain.”

Suddenly Father lowered his voice seriously and said this.

“Magic swordsman is out of the question.”

“Wh-why? Weren’t both talents excellent?”

Perhaps overwhelmed by Father’s presence, I could see Sidrain’s flustered expression.

But that was only momentary.

“Our Dane will become not a magic swordsman, but a magic spearman.”

“…”

“…”

Father.

I want to be a magic swordsman too.

And while we’re at it, an assassin and summoner as well.

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