Brigante Ark - Chapter 174

Noora woke up lately around 10 am. She was alone, and he’s nowhere to be found. She moans with the animals from the farm and groaned over tongue and belly. She had not expected that her play would be well, moreover, in the preceding events, she didn’t also expect that her bout with him would also be wild beyond her imagination. It was entertaining for both of them in the earlier round, but the latter was more of a plight on her.

Thinking about what they have done, Noora’s face is immersed in red. She was supposed to be a woman of articulateness, bold, cunning, and confidence, yet she cannot deny the coyness growing inside her.

Is this what they call a butterfly in the stomach? she thought.

Noora’s eyes traversed on her left and saw a tray of food, and a letter left on the silver platter.

‘I knew that you’d be needing the rest, hence I already prepared this food for you. The delicacies might be foreign, but I promise you, you’d like it.’

P.S. I’m on the farm. It appears that some problems need to be mended.

A chuckle escaped her mouth. When she tried to stand, her knees suddenly weakens. As quick as the sorceress tried to get up, instantly she was pushed down by her own body. Now that her attention isn’t diverted, she just now felt the stinging pain below, on the lower part of her body.

As much as she wants to heal the pain, there is nothing she can do with it. Rather, Noora sat down, summoned the foldable tray table. One by one, the three cloche opens and floated over her tray table. A silver plate, cutlery, and dishes such as omelet, soup, and roasted broccoli.

Noora was able to walk in the shower and had a cold shower. She took it very slowly. Noora carefully removed the dirt off her body with her bath sponge. After what they’ve done, Noora felt her body is sticky, smelled off. Furthermore, this had already engrained on her thoughts.

She came down the stairs, trudging in her heels and holding her white duster dress. Prudently, yet elegant, Noora went to the east wing of the mansion and came through the door where it leads to the promenade. She came past through the curved road on her left, making her way to the large steel gate.

The gateway automatically opens in her presence and proceeds forward.

As usual, the goats are out of their fence, while the pigs are on the mud surrounded by a small oak railing. The cows as of now are on the grass field where the barrier protects them from any harm on the outside. Noora’s eyes drew to the broken windmill as she pressed forward.

Alastor as of now, grunting over the chickens hurdling over him while holding a hammer and attempting to flatten a curved surface of a blade from a rotor. Noora can’t help but laugh. The rest of the three remaining blades of the rotor remains intact, but it won’t function without their last pair.

“What are you doing exactly?” Noora asked.

Alastor lifted his head to see the sorceress. “I’m fixing your fucked up windmill.”

“You could have told me about it. I can work more efficiently than you, you know. Maybe, you’re trying to impress me.”

He looked at her, indifferently, “Your dream must’ve been good for you to exclaim that.”

Noora chuckles, “I admire your bravado. I wonder how many girls have you lured with that level of confidence.”

“You mean in bed or by my charm?”

“I was being sarcastic.”

Alastor steered, “The only thing that is fucked up right is this rotor of yours. I know to attach it back, but I need rope… a strong one to withhold the wind pressure.”

Noora’s hands wave in the air, seemingly dancing until various letters appeared and floated around. In a single stir in the air, the letters and symbols started to fly over the wrecked pieces of the windmill house, including the rotor, withheld in the air and started to gather back to their proper places. In a single flash, the windmill return to its prime.

Noora said, “Quite convenient, don’t you think?”

“That magic, I’ve heard of it. Exclamation magic, am I correct?”

“Yes.” She nodded, “I have learned this magic at the age of 14 at the school of mages from my hometown.”

“I heard it’s a difficult one. In my time, people only use magics base on incantations and can also use chantless magic. People like you are rare.”

“Rare? I supposed that there are schools of magic that teach people this.”

He shrugged, “Never heard in our continent, but there are few places given that there are few people who can still use it.”

“Do you know the basics of it, Al?” Noora asked.

“No. I wasn’t much inclined in history of other continents.”

“Well, to start, incantations assume the form of magic, the imagination, the shape, the amount of mana, and precision. All of these are important factors in creating a perfect spell without any recoil to the user.”

Alastor intercepted, “I already know the basics of incantations and chantless magics.”

“Al, you should listen to what other people are going to say.”

Alastor didn’t reply.

She continued, “Chantless magic, on the other hand, can only be achieved through the using the same spell over time, on the book records perhaps. But there are other ways to achieve it even though the user hasn’t used the spell that much. Alastor do you know the other ways to achieve it?”

He sighed, “Intense image training. The user may able to achieve chantless magic if spend most of the time in image training, but it has drawbacks, it risks the person’s mental state.”

“That is correct.” She agreed, “The systems of exclamation magic on the other hand it consisted both in some terms. Intense image training and the basic factors of creating magic. The mastery requires time and training as it requires so many steps to proceed, asides from the mental traumas and physical strains.”

“I take that those symbols have something to do with your inconveniences.”

“Indeed. We had to memorize the letters and symbols of our native language first before moving next to the common language as our civilization grew up with, and being able to incorporate it with the spell we wanted to conjure, but it wasn’t colorful as I’ve first thought.”

“Because it wasn’t the gist of it.”He said in a conclusive tone. “The true trouble came in when you had to learn the Pravitga language.”

There are only a few native languages in Alastor’s world. Most in common, people used pravitga and was considered a national language in all continents. There’s a substantial amount of nations or countries that speak in native ones.

Noora could remember all of it. The first time she spoke the words and conjured the letters and spells, it was nearly perfect, but the latter wasn’t the case. When she failed to utter the words and summoned the words, she felt her mind burns for a couple of minutes, but those minutes were like a lifetime in hell. The only thing that makes her sense comes back is the special elixir of teachers make her drink and would make her perform again.

Willingly or forcibly, the students have no choice but to do it. There are others who didn’t last long in school and drop out, but for some, magic is a way of living, and a shortcut out of poverty. But for Noora, it was both.

Alastor stated, “You never had a good childhood.”

She shook, “My early years are not that bad. We were able to live as normal children with a roof and something to fill our stomachs.”

“Hm. I doubt that’s the case.”

“And you’re not?”