Chapter 91: Zephyr’s Pathway Name?
"Jon?" Zephyr’s voice brought him out of his thoughts. "You seem to be—"
"What word did you comprehend?" Jon asked Zephyr abruptly. Cutting off what the boy was about saying.
"..." Zephyr quickly delved into his mind. ’Aegis, what’s the Transistor called here?!’ he urged Aegis, who rapidly sorted through compartmentalized information for the images of the pages of ’The Path of The Optimized’ inheritance Zephyr had slowly scanned through in the Grand Library.
Flux Switch. Aegis responded within milliseconds.
Zephyr immediately put on a very confused act, tilting his head slowly like he was trying to remember an exact title."Uhh... if I were to put it into words... Flux Switch?" He said. "Yeah, I think that was what I saw in the library too..." he trailed off as if deep in thought. "I visualized it like a very, very tiny switch," Zephyr began, choosing his words carefully, trying to be as vague as he could so as not to draw any attention to the fact that his comprehension was near-perfect as could be. "After comprehending the quanta, I felt dissatisfied with what I could feel mana as, and what my mana node could do with this mana. It felt very limiting... like I wasn’t even utilizing my comprehension of the quanta. So when I briefly glanced across a section of the Cromwell Inheritance that talked about these little things that could help me in controlling mana the way I want. That could make me utilize my comprehension of the quanta to the fullest... I had an epiphany." Zephyr sold his made-up story like a pro.
"For the whole next day after I returned from the Grand Library, as I rested, I pondered on what the Flux switch was. Why could these little switches control mana so precisely? Allowing one to create complex magic spells..."
"And what was the conclusion you came to?" Jon asked, staring with a burning gaze that spooked Zephyr a bit. The man was suddenly too eager. Almost like he wanted to ascertain an idea already in his mind.
Zephyr hoped to all the gods that the idea favored him. Right now, he had chosen to portray himself as some sort of never seen before genius. A prodigy. An enigma that could comprehend words just by getting an idea of them.
Whatever theories others then came up with to further explain why he was able to do what he did was all on them and none of his business.
So he hoped whatever Jon was cooking up in his mind aligned with what he was portraying himself as.