Pixie noticed Avur’s muttering and asked, “Are you alright?
I didn’t mean to make you jealous.
I’ll show you how to use healing magic, okay?”
“Think first of helping someone in need, and then try to feel your magical mana,” she said, pointing at him reproachfully.
“But looking at you, I can see you have no idea how to use magic.
I guess your parents didn’t teach you anything.
But I’ll help you anyway, even if I can’t explain it as well as Ms.
Luma.”
Pixie racked her brains trying to figure out how to explain it to an amateur: “Basically, you have to feel the healing effect of the magic yourself.
Or you can learn it by being healed by me yourself.
But you also have to visualize the part of the body you want to heal, and if you just want to show off your healing magic, like I did, then you have to feel the magical source flowing into your hands, exactly as I showed it.
”
“Everyone has a different form of healing magic.
Mine, for example, was emerald green and vibrant because it reflected my true feelings.
Feelings can change the color of your healing magic.
If you’re angry, it might turn dark red and feel like you’re burning your hands.
But I doubt you can do that so quickly.
Healing magic isn’t easy to master, not even regular healing magic.”
Avur simply stood there, not understanding a word; after all, he had never used magic before, and perhaps a human from Avur’s world would not be able to use magic even in another world.
“So…
I just need to feel the core of my magic and unleash it in my fists?” That was all he understood, just those words; the rest of what she had said didn’t register in his mind.
Had he just said “fists”?
Pixie stared at him, skeptical.
He clearly hadn’t understood a single word she’d said.
“One could say that as long as you can use healing magic, we will pass the test; even a hint of it would help us succeed.” Pixie said, hoping for the best for Avur’s demonstration.
Avur nodded, ready to try, and took a deep breath.
“Here we go.” Avur concentrated…
but no healing magic came out.
Frustrated, he stood up and kicked the chair.
“Why isn’t this stupid magic working?
I hate this, why do I have to be the worst at everything?
What the hell is wrong with this crap?”
Everyone in the classroom stared at him with pity as he stood there in frustration.
Daxxel wanted to go to him, comfort him, and tell him he could try again next time, but then…
Avur’s fists clenched and began to glow faintly.
This was clearly not ordinary healing magic.
They knew that the color of magic could reflect a person’s feelings, but his hands were colorless, they only glowed faintly.
No one could be colorless; it didn’t suit any of his feelings.
He should at least have red healing magic for his frustration.
Avur himself didn’t know what had happened; he was too angry to notice.
Apparently, only Daxxel had seen it; it was faint and lasted less than a second before it vanished.
The day passed uneventfully.
At the end of the day, the headmaster wanted to speak with Avur.
Avur stood in front of the headmaster’s office, wondering anxiously what the headmaster wanted from him.
“Come in,” said the headmaster, who had sensed his presence the entire time.
As Avur entered, he looked at the headmaster and tried not to stare for too long, but he could do nothing but notice his appearance.
The headmaster is an old man with long, pointed ears, suggesting he is an elf.
He has fair skin, long white hair, and a long white beard.
He wears elegant, wizarding attire, consisting of a white fez and a layered robe in light blue and white, bearing the Roswall Academy logo—a rose with thorns.
Underneath his blue robe, he wears a light-colored shirt and a tie.
“You can sit in the chair opposite me,” he said, gesturing to the chair.
“Y-yes, I will sit down,” Avur said.
He saw the headmaster as someone who liked to test others.
That’s why he became nervous and careful with his words in his presence.
The headmaster laughed, which was somehow reassuring.
“My name is Kodreux Jivua, you can just call me Jivua, no formalities necessary.”
“Would you please tell me your name before we get to the point of why I asked you to come here?”
Avur immediately spoke up, still somewhat nervous but slightly relaxed: “I am Avur Syofor, did I do something wrong or why did you ask me here?”
Jivua looked at him and said, “I brought you here for a little chat, to get to know you better and find out why you came here in the first place.”
Avur was stunned.
Was that all he wanted?
I didn’t know it was that simple.
Avur finally relaxed completely and asked, “Well, what would your first question be?”
Jivua thought briefly about what to ask first, and then said: “Perhaps you can tell me what motivated you to come to Roswall Academy?”
Avur replied briefly: “My friend Daxxel goes to this school, that’s why I wanted to go there too.”
Jivua knew this wasn’t the whole truth, but didn’t press the matter.
Instead, he changed the question and asked, “How was your first day at Roswall Academy?
Do you have any friends besides Daxxel?”
Avur finally answered more honestly; Jivua had clearly gained his trust within seconds.
“I think I’ve found a new friend…
but I don’t know if you can really call her a friend, or if she’s just following me around.
Besides Daxxel, Pixie was also around.”
He then said, annoyed, “When I entered Roswall Academy, she attacked me and pushed me to the ground.
I didn’t like how it all started, with me entering the academy grounds and being attacked by her, but I think she just thought I was someone else she knew.
Then she tried to teach me healing magic, but it didn’t really help.”
“So yeah, Pixie is my new friend at Roswall Academy.
But I still need to ask her if she sees it that way too.
I can’t just call her a friend if she doesn’t see me as one.”
“Ah, I see.
May I ask you to show me your magic?
Or do you really not know how to use it, as everyone else claims?” Jivua asked.
Avur’s face darkened when he heard Jivua say that everyone claimed he didn’t know how to use magic.
“Yes, I don’t know how to use magic, and I don’t think I ever will.
Nevertheless, I will strive to do my best.
I won’t let my limitations stop me.
I will overcome them all and be the best!”
Jivua rose from his chair, walked gracefully to Avur and patted him on the shoulder: “I think you’ll do great, just don’t overdo it.
It’s getting late, you should go home, Avur.”
Avur stood up and went to the door of the headmaster’s office.
“Goodbye, Jivua!
It was nice talking to you.” He waved one last time before leaving.
Jivua stared out of his office window and thought, That boy…
I don’t know why, but he seems dangerous…
I couldn’t read his future with my magic.
I hope he doesn’t cause any trouble at Roswall Academy.
“What if he had something to do with them… no, he couldn’t have had anything to do with them.
He wouldn’t come back alive if it were true.” Jivua stopped talking to himself and went home.
Meanwhile, Avur was on his way home and found a poster about ancient magic at the academy, presumably from the literature club.
There he learned that it was dated June 15, 6521… “What the hell?
The month and day are correct, but the year is way too far in the future… how many ages has this world already seen?”