Chapter 177 - The Production of Magical Artifacts

 

She grasped the ruby with a trembling hand. Soon, the brilliant red jewel also turned into dust inside her hand. Just like that, several jewels were destroyed. Azriel could barely succeed only after convincing herself that those were not jewels but stones.

“You succeeded. Very wonderful.” Rhema looked at the emerald engraved with Lemm letters and nodded. Exhausted, she collapsed on the table.

“Are you tired? Then, let’s do the next step tomorrow,” he said.

“No, rather than being tired… By the way, what’s the next step?” she asked.

“You just succeeded in engraving one spell. The next step is to engrave multiple spells,” he said.

“Multiple spells? Can you give me an example?” she asked.

Rhema was struck at a crossroad. Azriel looked at him with a curious face. Sun shone down on Rhema as he leaned against the railing on the terrace in a relaxed manner. Behind his back, the sunshine that was reflected on the surface of the lake sparkled more beautifully than the pile of jewels. Thinking of a suitable example, he suddenly lifted his head. Automatically, his eyes met hers. Then, he faintly smiled. The shape of his eyes bent, and the corners of his mouth slightly deepened as he stared at her as if she was so lovely. At that instant, she saw human liveliness from him like a statue into which a soul was breathed.

“The train’s mana engine is a classic complex magical artifact. In ancient times, various complex magical artifacts were widely used,” he said.

His gentle and slow voice sounded like a melody. Azriel suddenly thought that he was beautiful. Her cheeks blushed, and at the same time, a sense of crisis sprang inside her mind. That person shouldn’t be that way. That person, Rhema Reshith, the Wizard of the Horizon, couldn’t be as human as that. It was a similar sensation to when one watched raindrops falling on a sandcastle. Now it was a little damp, but when the rain poured, the sandcastle would be destroyed. Her sensitive mana perceived such a crisis from him.

“Azriel?” Rhema approached her. His tender touch pushed her falling hair back. “What are you thinking?”

“Oh.”

Azriel suddenly came to her senses. Instantly, the sense of crisis vanished. Only a faint flutter of her heart was left in that place.

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“…It’s because you smiled,” she said.

He blinked and touched his mouth. “Do I look strange when I smile? It might be because I haven’t smiled a lot.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just, umm…” She tried to explain but paused because Rhema smiled again as if he was testing her. It was still not a proper smile. Nonetheless, it stood in stark contrast to his typically impassive face. That was probably why she could not continue. She thought that she wanted to see him smile brightly. Rhema lowered his body and studied her face.

“Azriel, you can’t seem to focus well today. It’s not like you,” he said.

He was too close. His gray eyes as gentle as clouds were right before her nose, staring at her.

“Are you sick?” he asked.

Azriel felt her face blushing slowly. “Rh-Rhema.”

“Yes,” he replied.

“I’m not sick at all, so can you step back a little?” she asked.

“…Okay,” Rhema answered weakly and stepped back.

Cooling down her cheek with her hand, Azriel hurriedly changed the subject. “S-so, did you say the train engine was like a complicated magical artifact? What else was there in ancient times?”

“There used to be an object that enabled communication between non-wizards, something you could ride that was faster than a horse, a magical artifact that stored books that could make up a library, a magical artifact that showed another’s memories with your eyes, and so on,” he described.

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