The conversation is finally ending it seems. There was a bit of touch and go there when that man that should be dead said something and people burst into anger. Mostly at themselves surprisingly.
It is very interesting.
"- Dragon."
I turn to look at the man who taught me these past days. Now that I think about it I never got his name yet have I?
"- time, let's go."
That's probably the word for Studying or Learning given the context.
Well, time to get back to it.
As we walk back, I see a new color of mana appear. It lingers before disappearing... something that I have yet to see happen to any other colors. Travel, sure. Disappear? No.
I'll have to see if that color appears again another time.
I look back at the man and see he is looking at me with a feeling of... ah, it's 'intent'. He is worried. I shake my head and we continue back towards the tent.
I have much to learn and not enough tools to help me learn. It is time to broaden my tools.
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I DID IT! It has taken 37 days in total but I can now communicate with the humanoids reliably. I just learned the last thing I'll need to learn for a while. I learned the calendar. Ugh, I'm done! If it wasn't necessary I wouldn't have studied this long. Then I again, I wouldn't be able to learn everything this fast without my new body. I do not need to sleep which opens up a lot more time for me to do things. Though I wonder if I even can sleep. It'd be nice though, sleep is good for my mental health.
"Revered Dragon"
I look down behind me. That's one of the puzzles I have finally solved. The word this man kept using means revered. It took me so long to understand that... I know not why. Well, perhaps the fact that I cannot understand why I am 'Revered'.
"Yes Reil?"
Reil de Liros. The man who has been teaching me. From what I have gathered, this man is a respected scholar or professor of some sorts. I have been seeing many people come and ask him a quick question when we take a break from learning.
"The new tent has been set up and materials for the first attempt are ready."
"I see, shall we go now?"
"Yes."
"Very well, lead the way."
Jeez. I hated talking formally before but this is worse. I don't have to talk formally to anyone but the way they do makes me do the same. I can pass it off as a child imitating something later so I can drop it, but... eh, I'll leave it alone for now.
The walk doesn't take long and we arrive shortly after I ask him to lead. The short length of the walk, however, might be due to that I am much larger than before now. Every three days since I was born I have been growing slightly. Right now, I am around 3 meters tall. Quite the upgrade from what was around a third of a meter. It is also the reason I am swapping tents and hopefully casting a transfiguration spell today. So I can fit in the other tents.
And maybe because I want to write and draw. I never realized how hard it was to write with claws until I tried yesterday. Oh my oh my it was difficult. It still is. It is a difficulty I do not want to have anymore. I need a way to write my findings while learning so I can go back and see if I missed something. The ability to record knowledge is priceless on countless levels.
Time to make full use of it.
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"-are you still going to sleep?"
My awareness slowly comes back to me as I rouse.
'My aide is nagging me again, what is it this time?'
"MILORD!!!"
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE STORMS DO YOU NEED SO BADLY FOR YOU TO WAKE ME UP!?"
I turn to my aide, a man with black eyes and green hair. A half-dryad with their signature hair, an interesting being but what makes him important is his ability to memorise. This annoying aide is one of, if not the best at memorization in this world.
That is, if Dragons stayed extinct anyway.
He coughed into his hand, an attention-grabbing cough thankfully, I don't want to deal with another sick Dryad. Even fifties are rather troublesome when they're sick.
"Your meeting with the Dragon is in an hour Milord."
What.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU-"
"I TRIED YOU SLOTH!"
'He's grown. Or angry. I'll find out later, I have to make it to this meeting posthaste.'
I get up and browse my numbers.
"Either #7, #20 or #730,050 would be best. Though, perhaps I could go with #4,327 since they're young? No, if they have ancestral memories then problems will occur from lack of formality and... argh. I should've woken up sooner."
"Yes you should've, milord."
"Stop being a smartass for now, what do you recommend."
"I've been told they are rather straightforward and they have said they are aware formality is important but they also do not care for it."
"#239 then."
I begin gathering spatial and lightning mana in preparation before creating the magic circle. It doesn't take long for the frame of the spell to speed up the mana gathering and assist the spell.
The mana finishes gathering and I speak.
"Armament, Class: Clothing, Equip Number 239."
The air distorts and sparks shimmer around me. The spell finishes and I hear a chortle from my aide.
"What are you laughing about?"
"M-milord, y-you, HAHAHA!!"
I look down and see the obvious mistake.
"So this is what happens when I use Armamant with clothes on, huh. It's less volatile than I thought."
My pajamas are completely scorched with rips everywhere though Set No.239 is completely fine. I quickly take off No.239 and my pajamas before putting No.239 back on.
No.239 consists of a long-sleeved tan button shirt and a suit's black pants with a squared tie but no jacket, coat or anything of the sort with it. As for my footwear I'm wearing combat boots ready for a battle in case such a thing happens.
As ready as I can be, I gather the mana needed for a portal to our destination.
"To the Neutral Land."
The portal opens in front of us, a perfect circle that looks so natural but feels so wrong.
We walk through and there we are, in the hustle and bustle of the fourth ring markets of the circular territory.
As we walk towards the meeting spot, people whisper and gossip.
'Well, this reaction is to be expected. I am one of The Seven.'
I do not show my pride on my face. Me and the other six have agreed long ago to be as mysterious and lofty as possible. The less that is known about us, the less others will try to mess with us.
I spot our destination, a quaint restaurant with the words "Toast, Roast and Fine Wine" upon its signboard. I open the double oak doors and am greeted by what you'd expect. Customers are seated on their wooden chairs at the circular tables that litter the establishment. The smell of cooked, roasted I suppose, meat and of alcohol fill the atmosphere.
'A good place to meet up, food is always welcome.'
I look around at the Beastfolk in particular and land my eyes on one table with four customers. Two of them, a fellow member of The Seven with their attendant.
'Still, Opal is using quite the illusion right now. Avoiding Tremolite most likely.'
Under Opal's illusionary appearance lie a handsome man of height similar to me, roughly 2 meters, with a blank gray upper face mask and a sharp jawline. With the rough black hair he has, he looks quite roguelike to me. He's wearing something similar to No 239 but all of a similar gray to his hair.
'Looks like I made a good choice dressing somewhat formally if even Opal is doing so.'
Opal was, in fact, the only one of us Seven that had met a Dragon in person.
'Well, now I'm the second. I can lord that over Feldspar for years!'
The attendant of Opal is bald, as all of our attendants are, and is donning a butler suit similar to the others' butler suits.
'Curious. Did they all order from the same place? I should ask sometime.'
The star of the show however, was the two others on the table. The first, a middle-aged beastfolk man with dark blue hair, beard and even eyes, the shape of their ears indicate a feline bloodline. Their pupil shape supports this.
"Please, sit. Food is on the way."
The man has a deep voice and although I and Opal are in front of him, it does not tremble. Though, a living myth is indeed more incredible than an idol of civilisation.
And this living myth sits right in front of me.
Under the guise of an ambiguous looking beastfolk child, feline in nature as well, no doubt to walk undisturbed with the picture of a father-child outing. Their hair is a lighter blue than the man but it is close enough in shade that even I'd look past it. Those eyes however, no one is looking past those eyes.
As if made from the finest of ocean gems, a beautiful blue hue with the look of moving glass eyes, it seems they even made their pupil look like that of a feline.
The eyes are the key feature of a Dragon, the sole reason they were called masters of magic.
The reason they are able to see magic.