We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"Teach me the spell, Dr. Crescio!

King's capital of the kingdom of Armuad. The house is located in a painting under the castle close to the royal castle, which is still being rebuilt.

One elegant wooden hall stood alongside a lovely mansion of brand new stone.

That said, it's just a matter of quality compared to the surrounding mansion, which makes it many times the lot and building of a typical house.

I knock on the front door of such a wooden mansion well.

Then a familiar woman opened the door and revealed herself.

"Oh, Herneau. How did you get to us?

"Crescio, long time no see!

Crescio, who has beautiful dark hair, leads me indoors without a touch.

Because of the new construction, the space was filled with a good smell of wood in the building.

"Suddenly, what's wrong? I thought you said you were gonna teach me some spells?

"Yeah. Teach me the spell, Master Crescio!

To my temper, Crescio grins when I creep. While doing so, he led me to a room with a large garden view.

"Wow. Something smells like herbs or something?

"Elnea, could that have been a bad smell for you?

"Yeah, that's not true. I feel calm, like I'm deep in the woods. I prefer these natural scents to perfumes."

In the garden you can see through the window, Slatton, Crescio's husband, and Duranell, his dragon rider, had a combined fight.... No, is that a friendly workout?

Turn your gaze indoors from such a busy garden and you'll soon know that this room is a special place.

At the wall, shelves lined with small mouth drawers are arranged.

The desk is lined with tools like you've never seen before, and yet there are appliances for crushing medicinal herbs and rocks, or loaded with strangely scented firewood.

The floor is not a carpet; on the contrary, it is not a wood floor. As in the earth, the treadmilled soil swells forth.

And the dirt floor was painted with circular formations and intricate patterns in colored sand.

"Hehe. Interesting, huh?

"Yeah. 'Cause this is the first time I've ever seen a magician's room or watched a tool closely."

Crescio has the best sister temperament of anyone who went to school the same age.

I'm not angry at my sudden visit, and all of a sudden I tell you to teach me a spell, and you're like, "Why? I don't ask back."

He stood and behaved thoughtfully and thus led me to the room about the spell.

Oh, except.

As soon as Slutton does something stupid, he gets angry!

"Mr. Elnea."

"Yes."

Crescio urges the rug to sit on the dirt floor. But I'm fine on the dirt, so I kept my hips down.

Crescio sat on the dirt floor.

And when the two of us sit back, Crescio says.

"I think I learned the basics when I was in school. You know, you need innate qualities to handle spells, right?

"Yeah, I know. Without a spell, you can't use a spell to imitate a ritual or a spell, can you?

To my reply, very well done, snorts Crescio.

"So you know you are, and you want to learn the spell?

"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't want to be able to use spells. I just wanted to get some knowledge of spells."

"You're driven by necessity, aren't you?

"As you can see."

That's Crescio.

Just a fragment of my story without words seems to have somehow grasped this situation.

Then Criscio urged me.

"Shall I meditate?"

"Yes."

I obey honestly.

Zazen was put together, his eyes closed and his spirit deeply quenched.

"All the basics are in meditation."

"Yeah. You're with dragon tricks and spells."

"Yeah, right. It calms the spirit and increases concentration by meditating. This is common to all sorts of techniques."

If you meditate, I can immediately feel signs of dragon pulse. Not only that, but I could feel the breath of Crescio, the temper of Slutton and Duranell, and even the wind streams and the breath of the world.

"Elnea, your meditation is really nice. Close your eyes and meditate, you'll see. Is it possible to describe it as connected to the world?

"I'm glad you said that. Thanks."

Apparently, Crescio meditates, too. And you do feel my signs.

"By the way, Mr. Elnea. Can you see the scenery while you're meditating?

"Mmm, what do you mean? If I had my eyes closed, I wouldn't see the view...? But you can feel signs around you, can't you?

"Is that visual?

"Yeah, that's sensational."

Slutton was bounced off by Duranell. Slutton rolls unnecessarily and is distressed.

Oh, I think a customer's here. But it looks like your helper came up with a response.

And like this, I can read a wide range of signs. But I'm not seeing it as a vision.

If I tell you, I'm just replacing what I feel with video in my head.

In my response, there were signs that Crescio would snort.

"Right. Normally, I think it's amazing just to feel signs. But you know what, Mr. Elnea? Can you see me?

"What. You're meditating on your eyes and you can see what's going on around you?

"Yes, but maybe a little different than normal. You know, I can see the color."

"Color?"

"Yes. Various colors. For example, yeah. Ernea, you usually have a very sweet color. It is visible in my vision as green when my eyes are closed. But when you start meditating like this now, you start to glow with light as soon as possible. Connected to the earth, it spreads to fill the world. The grass, the trees, the animals, when they are wrapped in your glow, Elnea, they become a happy color.... but I can see a slightly cloudy color for you right now, Ernea. Ri or starch? Probably, but maybe there's something bothering you? And you've been visiting me for a thread to solve that problem?

"Oh, that's amazing!

Luiseine, with dragon eyes, can visually capture dragon air flows, etc.

I told you before that my dragon qi, drawn from the dragon vein, is glowing green.

But that's only related to dragon veins and dragon qi, and I don't see my powers, my magic, etc.

Is that what the color of Crescio seeing in meditation is?

"Let me tell you, the world is overflowing with color. Even in the seemingly normal blue sky, meditation is mixed with red, purple, black, and white and intricately intertwined. And there are many colors, not only in people and the sky, but also in grass, wind and all of the earth."

"When you're meditating, the world feels more lively."

"You can feel it, I can see it as a vision."

"Yes, I was."

That's a strange story.

My vision darkens when I close my eyes. [M] But Crescio can see another world altogether by being silent.

"A spell is a spell. Learn to interfere with these vibrant colors."

"Then does anyone a spellman see all kinds of colors like Crescio?

"Hehe, actually, it's not. That's the hard part."

Criscio tells me the basics of the spell.

"I don't know what to say myself. It's said that only a very limited number of magicians can see all kinds of colors."

"In other words, Crescio is a leading magician!

"hehe, thanks"

"But then what happens to people who don't see color?

If you lack qualities, I don't think you can be the surgeon himself if you're normal.

In the case of a spellman, people who see color are just brackets of limited qualities, and even the invisible are fine spellmen, right?

There was a sign that Crescio would snort at my question.

"Ernea, you're right to wonder. And there's a history of spells."

says Crescio.

The spell is the art of passing on.

Only those with very limited qualities can see the colours of the world when their eyes are closed, and the majority of the rest cannot.

Still, people deal with spells.

Yeah, I have to deal with it.

Because. Because people are weaker and more abusive than other races.

Color is invisible. But I have a curse.

Then can someone who can't see the color also manage to use the spell? If I can use it, I hope I can use a more powerful technique and a more effective one. And I say that the trial and error is the history of the spell.

"You said spells interfere with the colors of the world, right?

"Yeah."

"To put it plainly. Look, I said this earlier, too. Elnea, your color is cloudy."

"Is the troubles seeping out as color? I'm not aware of it myself."

"Yes, unconsciously, it always comes out in color. And the magician can see the color and interfere with it."

I mean, you can't hide your heart's troubles or anything from Crescio.

Slutton, why don't you do something backwards?

"For example, suppose I was a bad magician. So, Ernea, I interfere with your cloudy colors. Then what happens?

"Mm-hmm. I'm not familiar with spells, so you don't know. No?

"Hehe, yeah. You're here to learn more, aren't you? Okay, I'll tell you what. Elnea, you're swelling up the troubles you're having, and you're sinking. Not only that, but you may lose your willingness and end up sleeping"

"Can you do that with a spell!?

Sorube, the spell.

They say it looks plain compared to dragon art and magic, but the effect is amazing.

"Conversely, I can dilute the cloudiness and lighten your chi, Ernea. If it's a battlefield, you can exalt your people and terrorize your enemies."

But you know what, Crescio continued.

"Don't you think that effect doesn't make sense if you can't see the color?

"Without cloudy colors on me, interfering with spells doesn't work?

"I don't know if I can say enough. You just have to mix the colors here. Except I'm pretty sure it consumes more spells than you need."

"Right. You can interfere with that color from the beginning if you see it, but if you don't, try to interfere first, add color if it doesn't work, what a hassle."

"That's right. And adding colors without them is very difficult and consumes a lot of curse. Plus, it's compatible with rebellious colors and familiar colors, so you have to do it delicately. But when I wanted to make it work somehow. That's where ancestral knowledge comes in handy."

In the spell ritual, many tools such as curses and herbs, vanilla and incense trees, stones and soil and water and alcohol are used.

That's not all.

Using formations and tattoos like those depicted on the dirt floor, or casting complex spells, is more complicated and difficult than the techniques used by other races.

And according to Crescio, there is no correct answer to the spell.

"Ernea, when I wanted to interfere with your color. How do you discolor it and what color do you add? This means different things for each of the magicians. And there are thousands or tens of thousands of ways to do that, and there's no 'right' answer. There may be an optimal solution, but it's the one who knows the spell."

There are so many kinds of spells as to be infinite.

That's why Crescio and the others are doing research every day and communicating the results to their offspring.

"But, you know, people are greedy. My grandparents, my parents, what we research and discover ourselves, make me want to be alone. So I won't teach anyone else how to discover or do it. I think it's to tell my precious children and grandchildren."

"Yeah, I know how that feels. I think what you get from your knowledge and experience of spells is an important treasure. So I think you're right that you only want to give your precious treasure to someone you care about."

"hehe, thanks"

The spell is the art of passing on.

So ritual procedures vary from lineage to lineage, curses used, etc. They say the procedure is complicated and not something that others can easily steal.

"So Criscio welcomed Slatton as his son-in-law's adopted son. Because I want my children to inherit knowledge from their ancestors, not as warriors, but as magicians."

"Right. Sooner or later, when you have a baby, you'll want to make sure you walk the way of a magician. Well, if you have a spell, yes?

"It's okay, if you're a Crescio kid, you must have an amazing curse! Ha, no way...... What are you wearing?

"Unfortunately, that hasn't happened yet."

At the end of the closed lid, Crescio was laughing.

"By the way, Crescio. I know the basics of what a spell looks like. But I doubt it there. Slatton's sword makes the blade bigger with Crescio's curse, and Listeer, what a curse to burn up like a flame to fight, right? How does that relate to the current color story?

To my doubts, Crescio noticed a good point, ending his meditation.

And get up.

"Knock it off. Elnea, I'm going to teach you that!

"Ouch!

Slutton, pampered by Duranell in your garden, came into your room after a workout. And then he wings me with eight hits.

"Oh, my God, what are you doing in the sun with a man's wife!

"What, no. I'm from Crescio..."

"Slutton, Elnea, what are you doing!!

Standing up, Crescio flew his fist bones as far as he could into Slatton trying to get me up and out of the yard.