Chronicles of the True Wizard

Felix's grades wouldn't be presented until the next morning so he spent his time until then in Ked's lab. He briefly tested the extent of his inability to cast portals and found it was very extensive. The System didn't let him use molds, it didn't let constructs powered by his own mana use molds, it didn't let him use items created by other people and powered with their mana, it was a complete lock out. Like it didn't trust him at all anymore.

He already knew he could walk through portals though so long as someone else was casting and directing them, like El and hopefully, the spires in Telviras.

Once that was done, he tested the limits of the construct he had made for his exam and realized he hadn't actually named them yet.

"Handy? Han? Bob? Li cause you were inspired by a lich?"

Grim disgustedly banged in Felix's mind, like he was knocking on a door and insisting he was heard, Those are awful. I mean, you kind of suck at naming but those are… something else.

Felix snorted, Yeah but… who doesn't?

Me, I'm great at names. A new voice cut in, not one Felix thought had permission to.

He voiced his confusion as he scanned his head, Is that you Nucleus? How are you speaking to me like this?

Grim raised his hand mentally, which really just meant drawing Felix's attention to him in his mind, That was me, I was talking with the Nucleus already and I'm just forwarding his voice around a little.

I see. Alright, let's hear your name.

Felix could feel the Nucleus smiling within him as it paused either to think or for dramatic effect, Tory.

Grim groaned and Felix smirked a little, Short for facTory?

The Nucleus nodded excitedly, Yeah. See, I told you I wa-

Felix could tell Grim had cut him off from speaking for the time being and let out a chuckle, Alright, let's hear the name you came up with.

Grim shook his head, Let's ask the construct. Maybe it has a name it already likes.

It was a good idea so Felix turned to the construct, "What have people been calling you in here?"

"Many names. Most common, Orby."

Felix desperately held onto the laugh that tried to burst out of him, "Do you like that name?"

"It's fine."

Sensing the lack of enthusiasm, Felix nodded, "Is there a name you do like?"

"Art."

"Who called you that?"

"No- No one I just… short for Artificer. It's a word I heard a few times and rather like."

Grim, any objections?

Grim shook his head, No actually, I like it.

"Alright. Art it is then."

It was impossible for Felix to visually distinguish any expressions on the construct as they were a floating orb surrounded by hands but he got the feeling through his soul that it was happy.

His testing mostly consisted of seeing how well it could inscribe and upgrade the Seeing Eye constructs he still had from the world event to integrate Adaline's improvements. As it turned out, it performed much better than Felix had expected and without his intervention, it was 90% of the way to being able to replicate her enchantments.

He still had to manually adjust the constructs and finish them himself and Art wasn't going to be coming up with these enchantments on his own any time soon but it still sped Felix's work up quite a bit. With the remainder of the time he had to wait, Felix pawned off a number of ideas he had had along with the materials and components he had picked up in the world event to Art.

His own enchantments were significantly less advanced than Adaline's and he saw no reason why Art wouldn't be able to finish the work on those constructs.

They briefly worked together on one of the ideas right up until the designated time in the morning when his grades were to be delivered.

Heading off to the library, Felix got in line behind a number of other students and waited. It didn't take long at all as El handed a small card to each student without the need to search or look at all. She just knew where everything was without looking and recognized each and every one of the students immediately.

Taking his card from her, Felix floated upwards to make room for the next person before looking down at it and groaning.