The Celestial Maiden’s Young Master in Another World - Chapter 16

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Chapter 16. I Said It Was a Specialty — Not That I’m Good at It
‘Sacred Power is leaking out through my fingertips.’
I could feel the Sacred Power seeping from the staff in my grip.
The characters inscribed upon it showed no sign of fading.
Parma’s bottle that had taken down Aylin in the past was definitely consumable.
The shock I’d felt then was still vivid.
-Divine Power didn’t decrease at all?
‘Looks like I’ve escaped the consumable type.’
I’d carved the characters after obtaining the Sacred Power Crystal — originally to purify the dark magic circle inscribed on the saint’s pendant.
Back then, both the dark magic circle and the characters vanished together, so I never noticed.
-Back then, I was squeezing out Divine Power I barely had along with Sacred Power. Now that I’m more abundant, maybe that’s why this is different?
It made sense.
The characters inscribed with Divine Power remained intact while only Sacred Power drained away.
‘Ah. So that’s how it was possible then.’
During the Baptism Ceremony, when I’d recited the prayer and drawn forth Divine Power.
Whether it was Sacred Power or Divine Power, as long as I could draw upon the force, the power inscribed in the characters wouldn’t be consumed.
Since Eli might disappear, I couldn’t recklessly draw upon Eli’s Divine Power.
‘It would be nice if there were an easy way to channel Elisian’s Divine Power.’
Then the destructive force would double.
But whatever the case.
‘Now that I have this engine called the Sacred Power Crystal, I’m different from back then!’
While I reveled in this realization, astonishment continued on the other side.
“The newspaper split in one strike!”
I wasn’t sure what technique he’d applied to the staff.
For a child who hadn’t yet learned martial arts to wield a staff so cleanly was remarkable enough.
But the newspaper that had been tossed into the air was cut clean in half.
With a staff, no less — not a sword.
-My skills are still sharp, as expected.
‘Of course they are. You know how hard I trained for this.’
-That’s because of me.
Well, naturally.
Back when I’d first learned the Staff Technique from Eli, my spiritual sight hadn’t yet opened, so I went through every kind of ordeal imaginable.
At first, he taught me through dreams, and after that I’d roll around on my own and train alone.
When I wasn’t satisfied with my training, something would come flying or I’d stumble — it was absolute chaos.
‘I couldn’t afford to mess up twice.’
Eli’s teaching method was quite Spartan.
“How did he acquire such martial prowess….”
Reillaike murmured in disbelief.
What shocked him most of all was this:
‘My son has a gift for martial arts?’
He was uncoordinated.
Above all, he’d never taught his son formal martial arts or weapon techniques at home.
There was no way such skill could emerge from basic physical conditioning alone.
And from his own son, at that!
‘This is the martial prowess of a five-year-old?’
He simply couldn’t hide his shock.
Just having good motor coordination would be surprising enough, but Rian’s movements looked like those of an accomplished Staff Technique master.
‘It’s rare to find priests naturally gifted in martial arts.’
No, even if someone were naturally gifted in martial arts, they couldn’t handle it so expertly without training.
On top of that, priests were inherently weak in physical capability.
Compared to mages who honed their mana, priests generally fell short in martial skill.
‘Could this martial prowess also be another blessing received from Elisian?’
Talents and blessings befitting the name of a prophet.
He couldn’t possibly gauge how far Rian might grow before he’d even entered the Academy.
“Rian is definitely a perfect blend of us both! This kind of genius martial skill!”
It was Lilliard who pulled Reillaike’s wandering mind back to the present.
Her eyes sparkled brightly.
“Hmm, well… dear? If he took after me, I’d think he’d have… accidentally hit himself in the head with the staff and passed out….”
“I’m sorry? What did you say?”
Lilliard responded with a smile that was unnaturally radiant.
“Ah, no… *ahem*. No, dear….”
Reillaike deflated quietly.
“Hehehehe. I’ll make a staff perfectly suited for you, Rian.”
Yes! I got it!
Though something seemed to happen to Father in the middle.
Either way, I’d secured a staff!
“You want the interior hollowed out?”
“Yes. It would look like this….”
I sketched as closely as I could to the shape I’d been using.
With the drawing, she grasped the design easily.
“It’ll take about a month for the staff to be made. In the meantime, have you thought about anything else you’d like to learn?”
“Anything else?”
“Yes. For example, Condemnation, or… Condemnation?”
A knowing smile.
Hehehehe….
‘Mother still hasn’t let go of her Inquisitor dreams.’
The Condemnation line boasts exceptional exorcism abilities against creatures bearing Demonic Energy.
Of course I’d learn it eventually.
‘But I can’t become an Inquisitor.’
I cleared my throat and gave the answer I’d prepared beforehand.
“I’d like to learn Sacred Magic instead.”
“Oh! Sacred Magic. Excellent, excellent!”
Father, who’d been quiet a moment ago, spoke up.
Now that I thought about it, Father’s Sacred Magic was quite skilled as well.
“Since you have talent in Manifestation, you’ll pick it up easily.”
“Yes, Father!”
Thump-thump.
‘Finally learning it… Western fantasy magic!’
—Wait, what were the techniques you’ve been using until now, if not fantasy?
‘Talismans are Eastern fantasy, and this is Western fantasy.’
—Fine, fine.
Eli sounded a bit deflated about Staff Technique practice falling behind while the staff was being made.
But I was thrilled about learning Sacred Magic.
‘Might as well sample each thing as it comes!’
And so I started learning Sacred Magic.
“Hmm….”
“….”
“That’s strange. Why won’t it work?”
Reillaike tilted his head, baffled.
And I stood frozen in shock.
‘But Father said it would be easy to learn….’
Why… why isn’t it?
Sacred Magic was far harder than expected.
***
I attended the theory lecture on Sacred Magic and went straight into practice.
The theory wasn’t particularly difficult.
Manifestation was the concept of taking what you imagined and bringing it into reality using Sacred Power.
That was all there was to it.
In other words.
‘It requires good imagination.’
—Rian’s imagination isn’t great.
‘I never thought it would be poor even after being reborn.’
—The soul is the same, so what did you expect?
Having talent just means there’s potential.
Whether you can master it or not depends on your aptitude, is that it?!
‘That’s a scam!’
“W-well… Rian. It’s natural to find it difficult at first, yes? Come now, let’s try again, slowly this time.”
Father began coaxing me awkwardly, sweat beading on his brow.
Following Father’s guidance once more, I closed my eyes and conjured an image in my mind to create a fireball.
‘Fireball… fireball. I’ve seen it plenty in games.’
Spinning, spinning. A small sphere of flame takes shape in my mind.
I open my eyes and try to manifest that form with Sacred Power.
Whoooosh—
“Oh…!”
The flames cluster together. Barely, bit by bit.
And then.
Pshhhhh—
It scatters.
‘No! Why won’t it work!’
Father’s fireball, by contrast, was perfectly spherical and whole.
“The fire manifests, but it won’t hold together.”
That was the problem.
My flames wouldn’t cohere; they just dispersed.
I had a rough idea why.
‘I think it’s because I have a modern brain.’
Unconsciously, I keep thinking it’s scientifically impossible.
But it’s fantasy, so that shouldn’t matter!
‘This is so frustrating!’
Sigh. I saw this coming.
No matter how many times I tried, the result was always the same.
***
At that moment.
In a forest on the outskirts of the Esrian Kingdom.
Lionel Londoa lowered his sword, which he’d been wielding with his eyes closed.
“Young Master. Shall we head back now? The sun will be setting soon.”
“…Yes. Let’s go.”
Londoa wiped the sweat from his brow with the towel his attendant offered, then glanced around briefly and clicked his tongue.
‘Still no progress.’
It had only been a week and a few days since the Baptism Ceremony.
Yet Lionel’s heart was restless.
‘Even in a place so full of nature’s essence, nothing happens.’
He’d made the effort to come all the way to Ern’s Forest, where the elves supposedly had a village, but there was barely any reaction.
Lionel recalled the blond boy he’d met at the Baptism Ceremony.
And the one who’d been beside him….
He shook his head.
‘That’s a last resort.’
He put away his sword and followed his attendant.
There was still plenty of time before Academy entrance.
***
The Sacred Magic practice session ended up being cut short.
Father seemed to think my theoretical knowledge was lacking.
“Normally, Sacred Magic can only be directly manifested through Manifestation if one has a special gift for it. However, the standard way is to manifest it using a Sacred Magic Circle like this.”
Father began drawing patterns on paper—whether they were pictures or symbols, I couldn’t quite tell.
Circles filled with characters and geometric designs.
‘Ooh….’
For some reason, it felt like I should be performing equivalent exchange.
As I was marveling at this, Father cleared his throat and continued his explanation.
“Sacred Magic Circles are particularly sensitive, so even a small error will diminish their power significantly.”
“How much?”
“Depending on the error, the power can drop by ten to ninety percent.”
Wait.
If it drops by ninety percent, that’s basically useless, isn’t it?
Looking at Father’s drawing closely, the line thickness was consistent without wavering.
“If Manifestation is difficult, start by drawing the Sacred Magic Circle first and activate it. From that foundation, Manifestation should become easier.”
Father explained that each person manifests magic in a different shape.
So one must find the form that’s optimized for their own manifestation.
Generally, those with talent in Manifestation intuitively manifest in that form.
‘But apparently that’s not working for me….’
To find my own unique shape, Father said the most precise method was to draw the magic circle and manifest from it.
“Now, why don’t you try drawing one?”
“Yes!”
I gripped the fountain pen with confidence.
I decided to start by drawing them in order, beginning with the smallest size.
Truth be told, I was fairly confident in my drawing ability.
‘When you think about it, creating talismans is essentially drawing.’
Especially mine — my talismans had noticeably greater potency than others’ work.
The reason was simple: absolute precision, not a hair’s breadth of error.
‘Time to show off a little.’
Deploying Talisman Art with Sacred Power wasn’t easy — it required skill in handling Sacred Power itself.
But merely drawing on paper? That was simple.
Scratch-scratch—
My hand moved as though copying the Magic Circle my father had drawn.
“Mmm….”
Murmurs of admiration spilled out, though they barely registered.
Since there were so many shapes to draw compared to creating a single talisman, I poured all my focus into the work.
“I’m done.”
The small Magic Circle was completed in no time.
Reillaike’s eyes widened as he examined the paper Rian had drawn on.
“Not a single flaw.”
Heh. My skills haven’t withered after all!
Reillaike’s face bloomed with delight.
Now all that remained was to infuse it with Sacred Power.
-Nearly perfect, so don’t worry!
Eli examined the Magic Circle carefully, checking every detail.
‘Come to think of it, Eli was the one who inspected my talismans back then too….’
If a talisman didn’t meet his standards, it would burst into flames and vanish.
My drawing skills, honed through Eli’s spartan methods of instruction!
Whoosh—
As I channeled Sacred Power through it, the outer edges of the Sacred Magic Circle began to glow in sequence.
And finally, when light filled the center completely.
Snap!
A small fireball, no bigger than a fist, materialized in midair.
“Wow… perfect!”
Clap-clap-clap—!
Reillaike sprang to his feet and burst into applause.
In truth, he had been growing increasingly anxious watching Rian, who was brimming with talent, fail to properly manifest Sacred Magic.
Sacred Magic had good versatility, so most people learned it even without particular talent for it.
But Rian had talent for Manifestation yet couldn’t implement it properly — naturally, that had bred concern.
‘Drawing a Sacred Magic Circle this flawlessly!’
Moreover, the fireball manifested through the Sacred Magic Circle was flawless.
The fireball boasted an almost impossible density.
‘This surpasses even what I’ve created?’
A Sacred Magic Circle was truly a fusion of delicate elements — even the slightest disruption would render it ineffective.
Reillaike’s Sacred Magic Circles were legendary among priests for their fearsome potency.
‘Exceeding me?’
Perhaps Rian’s true gift lay here after all.
“When you draw back the Sacred Power you poured in, the magic dissolves, and if you designate a direction, it will fly that way.”
Ah.
So that’s how it works.
“For now, let’s disperse this fireball. We’ll try actually throwing one during outdoor practice.”
As I disrupted the Sacred Power, the fireball scattered immediately.
“Do you think you could manifest it without a Sacred Magic Circle?”
“I’m not sure.”
The fireball had been created quite elegantly.
Its potency would certainly have been respectable too.
But manifesting this entirely in my mind was another matter altogether.
I closed my eyes and thought of the fireball from just moments ago.
Then I opened them and attempted to manifest it.
‘It worked!’
Success.
“Hmm.”
But Father’s expression was oddly thoughtful.
“The power of the Magic Circle is considerably greater.”
“Ah….”
Looking again, it was markedly different from before—this one boasted a far denser weave.
“In theory, magic created with a Sacred Magic Circle is more robust. But executing it with such perfection is nearly impossible.”
In pure theory, the Sacred Magic Circle’s power far exceeded the alternative.
But in practice, when humans actually performed it, that wasn’t the case at all.
“Still, drawing and using them would be more efficient for you, Rian.”
“Is that so?”
“Indeed. You can simply draw the circles and carry them with you.”
Ah!
Of course!
‘Wait? Then that could work, right?’
Drawing Magic Circles on gloves and firing off fireballs from them?
—Rian, please, come back to reality….
‘But why not? It seems like it’d work!’
Don’t crush my dreams like this!

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