Anita
“Oh? And what are you going to do?” Anita taunted.
“I will ground you if it comes to it, but I do not think it will.” the Dean said.
“And why in the world would I cooperate with you?” Anita asked.
“The heir to one of the nine main branches has a status similar to outer disciples of the Emperor. As such, you have that status. The Order of Mage-warriors will have to hesitate before taking action against you and your family.” the dean answered, making Anita turn towards him.
“The protection only counts if the Academy is willing to act, and you've shown that you are not.” she stated.
“And if I were to make a public declaration of support?” the Dean said.
“What declaration?” Anita asked, now interested.
“I am sure I can cook something up. Did you know that the Dean of the College is my brother?” the Academy Dean said.
“Yes, I also remember that he tried to kill you. Or was it the other way around?’ she asked, sneering.
The Dean’s face clouded in irritation. “As that may be, he still owes me a few favors.I just used one to get him to take your brother as his disciple. A Tier 22 taking your brother as a disciple, one of the Empire's best Alchemists. The only disciple besides the Armorer himself, a Tier 20 in his own right. Is the protection enough?” the dean asked, clearly proud.
“So you were scammed. Ray just broke through to Tier 8, without ever having partaken in eating monsters. Do you think you needed to call in a favor for him?” Anita answered, the protection was enough. But he didn’t need to know that.
The Dean’s face scrunched up in irritation. ‘I am going to kill that scamming idiot!”
“I suggest you learn to track teleports and go into space first.” Anita stated. The College Dean was known for his ability to teleport, and how hard he was to counter.
“So, what can you give me?” Anita asked. After all, she was her mother's daughter. The Dean was clearly willing to give more, why not ask for it?
“I promise to not force you into any marriages?” the Dean answered, hesitantly.
“And?” Anita asked.
“What do you want?” the Dean finally asked.
“A new sword, I broke the last one.” Anita answered, brandishing her old sword that had smoke coming out of its broken end.
“… I will have Irvetta open the Treasury to you.” the Dean said.
“I want one from the College treasury. And the ability to go visit ray whenever I want.” Anita demanded.
“Is the Mage Academy’s treasury not enough for you?” The Dean asked, sounding offended.
“Not when your brothers’ is on the table.” she stated in reply. The dean just sighed in resignation. A successful scam.
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Ray
Rena was stubborn, but she finally accepted that there weren’t any secrets to Ray’s increase in Tier. Ray felt a bit guilty hiding his Species, but it wouldn’t help her, just put him in more danger.
“So, what are you going to do, now?” she asked.
“I am going to assign my stats, if it's not against you.” Ray answered.
“Oh, sure. Do tell us how many you got after. A little jealousy helps one progress.” she said.
Ray nodded, thinking ‘System, status.’
Name
Eritrae Rosenmund
Class
Glitter Mage
Element
Glitter (strengthened x3)
Parent/Guardian
Matilda Rosenwood (Human); Marchioness Ariana Salazar (Human)
Affiliation
Empire of Humanity
Species
High Fae
Titles
[The hope]
Mana
Tier 8 (12,496/24,400)
Age
15
Tier
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Tier 8
Skills
[Magic Learning lvl 3], [Glitter Magic lvl 2], [ Glitter Alchemy lvl 1], [Leadership lvl 1], [Mana Manipulation lvl 3], [Negotiation lvl 1], [Tutoring lvl 1]
Stats
Strength[The amount of brute force one can use]
7
Endurance[The amount of time one can work continuously]
10
Flexibility[The range of movement of the body]
11
Precision[The accuracy of one’s movements]
14
Perception[The ability to notice nuances and advanced concepts]
15
Intelligence[The ability to comprehend the advanced concepts]
20
Wisdom[The ability to effectively use the concepts]
16
Aura Force[The ability to force your will on your surroundings]
20
Combat[The speed of one’s reactions, ability to process situations and other general combat abilities]
12
Huh, there were fewer skills than he thought he would have. And the stats were pitiful. Ray would have to work harder if he wanted to get more stats. Or just get better classes. But it was nice to see that the stats from the skills lost had not been lost permanently.
So, how should he give his stats? A hundred and four stats to give, and how many was it? 9 to give to. Strength, Endurance and Combat were obvious. Ten to each. The stats got allocated, rising to 17,20 and 22. The lowest of Rays stats were now among the highest.
Ray felt his perception change, the mana in the air felt more reactive, his muscles felt stronger. As a test, Ray stood up and tried to lift the pure metal chair with his finger. The process was easy. A bit too easy.
The area felt different too. Ray could get a measure of how much of a threat people were. Rena was the biggest. Norman and Aunty Ariana were blanks. But he could sense the rolling reddish-yellow mana of her, the same could not be said for Norman. The cat was still lounging on his head, showing no signs of ever having helped Ray. But Ray was sure, it was Norman who had helped him.
But he had other things to do, the sixty-one other stats, for instance. Intelligence would rise with [Magic Learning], so just five to that. And Perception needed some more, Ray was lacking. So thirteen to that. Wisdom was also rising naturally, just nine. Ray now had thirty-four left.
So ten to flexibility and precision…left him with thirty-five stats and… System, status.
Name
Eritrae Rosenmund
Class
Glitter Mage
Element
Glitter (strengthened x3)
Parent/Guardian
Matilda Rosenwood (Human); Marchioness Ariana Salazar (Human)
Affiliation
Empire of Humanity
Species
High Fae
Titles
[The hope]
Mana
Tier 8 (12,496/24,400)
Age
15
Tier
Tier 8
Skills
[Magic Learning lvl 3], [Glitter Magic lvl 2], [Glitter Alchemy lvl 1], [Leadership lvl 1], [Mana Manipulation lvl 3], [Negotiation lvl 1], [Tutoring lvl 1]
Stats
Strength[The amount of brute force one can use]
17
Endurance[The amount of time one can work continuously]
20
Flexibility[The range of movement of the body]
21
Precision[The accuracy of one’s movements]
24
Perception[The ability to notice nuances and advanced concepts]
28
Intelligence[The ability to comprehend the advanced concepts]
25
Wisdom[The ability to effectively use the concepts]
25
Aura Force[The ability to force your will on your surroundings]
20
Combat[The speed of one’s reactions, ability to process situations and other general combat abilities]
22
Hmm, five to Aura Force, seven to strength and three to Flexibility. Yes, now they were all in the twenties in stats. Combat was looking lonely, and Ray was sure it would come in use…the rest seven to it. And Ray might have a lot of new concepts coming lately...thirteen to Wisdom
And done. The stats were allocated. Ray felt the changes set in. The surroundings lit up, things were brighter, clearer. Ray felt queasy in his stomach as the changes increased. And then it came, like a tidal wave that he could not stop, Ra puked all over the floor before collapsing onto the chair. Perhaps allocating so many stats at once wasn’t the best idea.
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Ray came to staring at the face of the Armorer. Wait, what. Why was the Armorer here?
“Do not panic, little brother. Master just took note of your talent and took you in as a disciple. Oh, and he scammed his brother doing it. A win-win. Not to mention, your sister went ahead and did it again. A nice family you have, not hesitating to scam. And then there is the Scholar, do you know her?
Well, either way, she knows you. The news that you were cowardly attacked by the heir to the Order of Mage Warriors that had two Tiers on you and had a special shield has spread throughout the city. The Order once more stands humiliated.” the Armorer said.
The bakery business just took off. Now, could you please give your brother a chance there? I assure you that I am very good at doing business!” the Armorer asked
Ray desperately tried to process everything he was hearing, but he knew one thing for sure.
“No, don’t try to scam me again,” he said.
“Or what?” the Armorer asked jokingly.
“Or I will get Aunty Ariana to scam you.” Ray threatened as the Armorer’s face paled.