Chapter 1015 - Soaring Through the Skies (Part I) (1/2)

Chapter 1015: Soaring Through the Skies (Part I)

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The coming of age for witches had always happened at the stroke of midnight.

This can be considered one of the unsolved mysteries of the witches. Even though magic power exists everywhere, there was no way to explain why it was the most active at this time. Even witches like Anna with immense magic reserves could entirely exhaust thier magic power and still fully recover within an hour or two after midnight. On the contrary, if the witches’ magic power only recovered at the pace during the day, then even a week’s time would probably still not be enough for them to get back to full strength.

Most of the witches did not care about this, and the Taquila survivors were no exception. When Roland asked them about it, the answers they gave were always along the lines of “isn’t that just the start of a new day?” For most people, time was divided into days. Therefore, the magic power of each day should be spent on that same day. Just like the weather showing changes every day, there was nothing weird about this to them.

But Roland knew that the days were nothing but a human construct created out of convenience. This lead to the creation of the leap year. To correct this error, people came up with the leap month and with the advancement of the time-measuring apparatus, leap seconds were also invented(i.e., 59 or 61 seconds in the last minute). Basically, people created whatever would make life easier for them.

With that said, it was strange that the witches’ magic power would only consolidate within a certain period of time.

It was as if there exists a biological clock in every Awakened so that she could always remain in sync with the flow of time. Regardless of when she was born and whether she lived in the Southernmost Region or the Hermes Plateau, she would always be linked to this phenomenon.

Unfortunately, due to the lack of more advanced observational devices such as the further research of magic power or the accurate measuring of time, both would be too difficult to accomplish at this time; so this theory would just remain a theory.

“Your Majesty.” Wendy’s words pulled him back to reality from his thoughts. “In addition to the above-mentioned measures, would you like to add anything else?”

The so-called measures were mainly designed to deal with the dangers of consolidating one’s magic power. Since Lucia’s Day of Adulthood, this factor had already been incorporated as part of the Witch Union’s standard protocol.

Even Taquila could not provide much more in terms of advice regarding this point.

“Let’s proceed according to your plan.” Roland thought for a moment and said, “By the way, don’t forget to inform Margaret and Sander Flyingbird. I think they would also like to know that Lightning has safely reached adulthood.”

Wendy was a little surprised. “Ms. Margaret would not a problem, but as for Mr. Flyingbird…”

“He’ll be fine,” Roland said softly.

“Yes, I understand.” Upon seeing his expression, Wendy no longer asked any more questions and agreed without further ado.

…

Night had long since fallen, yet the top floor of the Witch Building was still bright as day.

The top floor had already been transformed into a bedroom for the witches to use for adulthood. The room was the size two normal rooms so that it could accommodate more visitors, and the wall became a moveable door. If magic needed to be released, the two door panels could be opened directly, and the outer wall would no longer be blasted apart like last time.

Lightning laid on a large, soft bed, and seemed to be extremely excited. This was the exact opposite of Lucia’s nervous behavior when she was going through her coming of age. It seemed as if the young explorer had been waiting for this moment for a very long time.

A wooden table was fixed next to the big bed, with Lightning’s left hand tied onto it. She held the Sigil of God’s Will in her hand. According to Lucia, the moment painful contractions could be felt in her body, would be the moment when she would need to pour all the magic power into the Sigil. One hand was tied to avoid the young witch from losing control due to the intense pain, and inadvertently pointing the Sigil at others. After this danger was eliminated, the absence of Countess Spear and her powers was no longer that big of a deal.

Lightning was surrounded by her friends who had come to visit.

“Will I awaken with some derivative skill? If it can solve the weight problem, then I would be able to bring along a lot more food and tools to fly over the Land of Dawn!” Conversations on similar topics like that continued throughout the night. Lightning’s fluttering eyes seemed to shine as she listed out one possibility after another. She looked just like Roland back when he was a child and was trying to guess what kind of birthday presents his family had prepared for him.

But of course, he would end up disappointed most of the time.

For example, if he were hoping to receive a huge Transformer model, he would instead receive a prep-book with over 300 exercises.

“There might not be any derivative skill,” Mystery Moon muttered, “how can a derivative skill be that easy to obtain? Only a few people have this talent in the whole of Neverwinter.”