Chapter 6: Is she really a genius?

“Ah?”

Xiadam looked utterly confused, not understanding at all.

“Pfft~ Hahahaha~” Sheffield couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing.

“What are you laughing at? Hurry up and explain something.” Xiadam was a little annoyed.

“There are many types of [Magical Elements]. Every mage of the Human Race has their own element and unique way of casting Magic. So, if you find the elemental magic that suits you best, your training will be twice as effective with half the effort.” Sheffield explained smugly.

“You mean… the element I’m best at is this white mist?” Xiadam had at least a little bit of magic knowledge.

The White Dragon meant that every mage had their own compatible magical element.

For example, Fire Mage, Lightning Mage, Water Mage, Wind Mage… and so on.

These prefixes represent the magical element each mage is proficient in.

“That’s right.” Sheffield replied with a smile.

“I’m…” Xiadam scratched her head.

She finally realized why people were laughing.

Mist? Mist Mage?

What kind of obscure element was this?

What kind of useless magic spell was this?

Common magical elements all have corresponding magic spells.

For instance, Fire Mages are the most numerous.

So the Human Race has developed a massive number of fire magic schools, with ever more detailed fire spells.

On the other hand, if it’s an obscure element no one cares about, you’ll have to figure it out on your own, with no predecessors’ experience to help you.

Anyway, Xiadam had never seen a mage using mist magic.

“This is really the worst possible start.” Xiadam said with a wry smile.

Suddenly, she lost all motivation to practice magic.

She left the creek and went back to the manor to make soup.

And after Xiadam left…

Sheffield’s laughter faded, and she slowly raised her hand, fingers spread, palm facing up, reversing her magical power.

The white mist that had just drifted away actually reversed and gathered again in her palm, forming a cluster of white mist.

Her expression grew extremely serious as she observed it carefully.

“What exactly is this?”

Sheffield had never seen a magical element like this before.

The White Dragon King, who could touch the very source of magic, could use her Dragon Breath to imitate any magical element.

Wind, lightning, fire, wood, water, earth, light, darkness—she only needed a glance, and she could use her Dragon Breath to simulate any natural element and gain its properties.

So theoretically, the White Dragon King could cast all spells in the world.

At least, she had never encountered a magic she couldn’t see through or copy.

She simply disdained imitating or using them.

Because no matter how many fancy Forbidden Spells the Human Race created, in the White Dragon King’s eyes, none were as useful as a single, highly-compressed [Piercing Breath].

But now…

Sheffield actually couldn’t replicate this cluster of white mist or see through its properties!

Though it was likely because this mist was just too useless.

So useless that even the White Dragon King couldn’t see any properties—because there simply weren’t any.

“No, it can’t be that simple.”

Sheffield swung her other hand, and in an instant, a Dragon Breath Blade as solid as a real sword condensed in her palm.

She stabbed it straight into the mist.

A strange scene unfolded!

This Dragon Breath Blade, strong enough to pierce the scales of an Ancient Dragon, couldn’t penetrate this faint, elusive mist at all.

The Dragon Breath at the tip of the blade was even neutralized and dispersed.

“So that’s it.” Sheffield understood.

After all, she was the omniscient and omnipotent White Dragon King.

Though that title was a bit exaggerated—she was clearly a dumb dragon who didn’t even know how to cook.

But if it was just about magic, the White Dragon King was indeed omniscient and omnipotent.

She quickly saw through the properties of this white mist.

“It’s been so long since I’ve come across something that interests me.”

Sheffield was so excited she trembled all over.

The white mist in her palm dissipated again; even she couldn’t maintain it for long, let alone replicate it.

If she remembered correctly?

This was a legendary magic that only a [Hybrid Individual] with both human and dragon bloodlines had an extremely slim chance of comprehending.

It was an ancient, super, super, super rare magic—older even than herself, the thousand-year-old White Dragon King.

If she remembered right, it was called…

“[Sea Abyss Witch’s Stance].”

This so-called Sea Abyss Witch was probably the founder who first comprehended Stance Magic.

But Sheffield had no intention of telling Xiadam any of this.

“I’ll tell her later.”

Because just thinking of Xiadam’s smug face after learning she’d comprehended an ancient legendary magic was unbearable for Sheffield.

After that, Xiadam remained in a state of mild frustration and apathy, dragging her feet as she practiced magic, her initial enthusiasm gone.

Magic was less interesting than cooking, and meditation less fun than learning to make soup.

Yet, in this couldn’t-care-less mindset, Xiadam’s magic gathering actually went quite smoothly.

She accumulated a little magic power every day, making progress daily.

She couldn’t claim top-tier talent, nor call herself a genius mage, but her rate of improvement was still that of an upper-tier mage.

Gifted as she was, Xiadam still couldn’t get interested.

Other Fire Mages, as they accumulated magic, could use Tiny Flame, Small Fireball, Fireball, Big Fireball, Double Fireball, Multi Fireball… and so on.

But no matter how much magic she gathered, all she could do was release a bit more mist.

It was like a fart of a spell.

What use was this!?

“Looks like my plan to take back the Tower of Magic is impossible.”

Xiadam sat by the stove, muttering to herself as she stirred the stone pot with a wooden spoon.

Inside was bubbling wild vegetable and fish soup.

She lowered the fire, letting it simmer for a while longer until it was ready to eat.

With some free time, Xiadam sat down to meditate.

Well, she thought magic training was useless, but whenever she had a chance, she still absorbed magical energy.

She had already set foot on this path; even if she had a terrible start and awakened some incomprehensible magical talent, she could only keep going.

“Is it done yet? Can we eat now?”

Sheffield slipped back from the forest, yelling about being hungry as soon as she got home.

Xiadam opened her eyes, coming out of meditation, and checked if the wild vegetable and fish soup was ready.

“Yeah, it’s ready.”

She tasted it—time to eat.

With that, Xiadam served herself a small bowl of fish soup.

Sheffield, on the other hand, took the whole stone pot, grabbed her special big spoon, and ate in huge gulps.

And in no time at all, she polished off the entire pot of wild vegetable and fish soup.

Meanwhile, Xiadam was still slowly nibbling her food, taking half a day to finish even a small bowl.

Sheffield puffed up her cheeks, noticing Xiadam’s low spirits.

“Gugu!” She swallowed the piping hot fish in her mouth and comforted her, saying, “I remember there are some support spells among the Human Race that can strengthen your power. You could boost your strength, and then you could keep using your sword.”

“…!”

Xiadam’s eyes instantly lit up.

She looked up at Sheffield in disbelief.