Chapter 378.2
Aldrit felt the weight of anticipation heavy upon him as he sat in the meeting room. He sensed that the outcome of this gathering would shape the destiny of their tribe. Presenting the spell to the kings held the promise of recognition for its value, potentially leading to a reevaluation of the wandering tribe and its magical potential. However, he couldn’t shake the nagging uncertainty of whether this newfound treasure would truly benefit their tribe or spell disaster.
Perhaps our tribe’s true crossroads are just beginning now, Aldrit reflected silently, grateful to Eugene and Kasser for affording him the opportunity to make an impression on the kings. The user registration process was straightforward, alleviating any concerns on that front. Moreover, since the introducers were the Death King and Queen Anika, the kings would not treat Aldrit carelessly despite his status as a wanderer.
Following Eugene’s instructions, a servant presented a silver tray adorned with leather-bound notes before the six kings. Their reactions varied as they laid eyes upon the documents—some glanced casually, others examined them with keen interest, while a few eagerly inspected the covers or swiftly flipped through the pages.
“You’ve undoubtedly heard of the ancient mystical power of magic,” Eugene began, capturing the attention of all present. “But simply explaining its essence falls short in truly grasping its nature. That’s why we’ve prepared something to demonstrate its essence, believing it to be profoundly beneficial. To complete this demonstration, the chieftain of the wandering tribe will elucidate the remaining process.”
Eugene then directed her gaze towards Aldrit, who stood from his seat. “These notes necessitate user registration. The process is straightforward. Please, open the cover,” he instructed, as the kings simultaneously flipped open the leather covers before them.
“Upon turning the first page, you’ll encounter a pattern of circles and lines—that’s the sigil,” Aldrit explained, gesturing towards the notes. “This magic is activated using the user’s energy. Ordinarily, it would require blood, but kings can substitute it with their Praz. Simply place your hand over the sigil and infuse your Praz into it.”
The kings regarded the notes with uncertainty, the unfamiliarity of it all evident on their faces. Kasser took the initiative, testing the magic with his Praz beforehand. Satisfied with its compatibility, he wasted no time completing the registration process. As he pressed his hand onto the sigil, a faint blue light emanated from beneath his palm before dissipating. Encouraged by his success, the other kings followed suit, one by one.
Once all the kings had finished their registration, Eugene addressed them. “It doesn’t matter who writes. When you write in the notes, the writing will appear in other people’s notes as well. With these notes, even people far away can communicate.”
Kasser, once again leading by example, picked up the pen and wrote a line in the note: “Please end your sentences with your name to avoid confusion. Kasser.” As the characters appeared in everyone’s notes, their eyes widened in amazement. Riner, Nicholas, and the others took turns adding their thoughts, marveling at the newfound magic.