《One in a Billion》Ch 29: Beach day
Advertisement
Author Note:
I have created a patr eon page. If you want to support my work, please visit it. There you could find 6 chapters in advance for patrons.
https://www.patreon.com/finlegost
You can find the character concepts here:
https://www.instagram.com/finlegost
*******************
The next day, an hour after waking up, Joseph and Agustín come to pick me up in a horse-drawn carriage.
Joseph is dressed in green cloth shorts and a plain t-shirt of the same color, matching his hair color. Agustín wears jeans and a shirt, just like me; the shirt is black with gold motifs in his case and white in mine.
We talk about inconsequential issues until we reach Sabrina's house. When she goes up the carriage, Joseph and I welcome her, but Agustín is speechless. Sabrina wears a red flared one-piece dress, which reaches to her knees.
When Agustín finally comes back from the trance, he says, with a dazed expression "You look beautiful in that dress, Sabri"
"Thank you" says Sabrina, blushing until she almost matches the color of the dress "I just put on something that seemed practical for the occasion"
"It's the first time I've seen you in a dress" says Joseph with a smile "now that I think about it..." he frowns "this is one of the few times we see Xelean without weapons and wearing casual clothes, almost always you wear the armor, or the sword at your belt, or both. Is there a reason why you always go armed?
"Who says I'm unarmed?" I say, raising my left hand to highlight the rings on it as I pull my sword out of my inventory with my right hand. I sigh "but yes, you're right. There is a reason… " and, hesitantly, I begin to tell them the story of my arrival in the capital.
When I'm done, I take off my necklace to show them my unaltered appearance.
"Thank you for the vote of confidence" says Agustín, seriously "we will not betray you"
"I know" I say smiling, while I caress Azur's head, who is happily curled up on my lap "That's why I have told you"
We leave the capital and, following the coastline, we choose a place to hang out. We left the coachman waiting and went down to the beach. Agustín carries a basket in which, according to him, he carries everything we might need.
"I feel a little guilty for keeping him waiting while we go have fun" I say, looking back at the carriage.
"Don't be silly, it's his job" says Joseph laughing "he's charging me 15 gold for the trip and, although it may not seem like much right now, it's more than enough payment to have him at our service all day"
"I didn't know it had cost you that much" Agustín says, frowning "do you want us to split the trip payment?"
Advertisement
"Nah" says Joseph, brushing it off "money was made to be spent. And there's no better way to spend it than to have fun with friends"
We choose a place on the beach and, from the basket, Agustín begins to take out a large number of things. A folding wooden table with four chairs. A parasol big enough to cover the table and us under it. A small fridge in which, surprisingly, there is a large amount of food, including various melons and watermelons; in addition to various kinds of drinks.
I guess it must have some kind of enchantment dedicated to space, similar to the one on the bags or the basket, but different; because, although it can store more than its space would indicate, we can see the objects inside, instead of the black space that is normal to see.
While Agustín is taking things out of the basket, the rest of us are putting them in position.
When we finish setting up the table and chairs, Sabrina puts her hands on her dress and makes a move to pull her it over her head.
Agustín tries to interrupt her by saying 'w-what are you doing?' and lunging at her, but she backs away and pulls her dress over her head, revealing a purple two-piece swimsuit.
"what?" says Sabrina, looking at Agustín with a raised eyebrow "did you think I would go into the sea with my dress on?"
"Ahh, of course..." Agustín says, blushing, and begins to get drinks and food from the fridge.
After lunch, Sabrina invites me to swim and I, embarrassed, explain that I don't have a swimsuit.
I should have thought of it yesterday but, after leaving the guild and having been away from home for so long, I was looking forward to spending some quality time at home.
However, Sabrina doesn't seem to care and wants me to follow her to the sea anyway.
I take off my shirt, to not wet all my clothes, and follow her into the water.
As I walk, I feel Agustín's scowling gaze on my back. He is sitting at the table, taking sheets and pencils from a bag to start drawing weapon designs.
Joseph is trying to convince Azur, who doesn't seem to like the sea, to get in the water.
And the little dragon avoids him, flying away as if its life depended on it, every time Joseph approaches it.
When the water is up to our waists, Sabrina tells me "Okay, now I will teach you how to make the magic bomb and you will try to create it while I swim. Submerge yourself in the water for a moment, it would be nice if you were as wet as possible... It took me a while to think about this method. During the trip, I racked my brain trying to think of ways that you could practice without injuring yourself, until, in the end, this idea came to me. I would have invited you to the beach to learn even without the pretext of celebrating."
Advertisement
"How do people normally learn it?" I ask surprised.
"No one learns it 'normally' since no one is interested in learning it when it's much more efficient to spend that time on other things" says Sabrina, looking at me with a condescending smile, as if she thought she's explaining the obvious "Why would any wizard be interested in learning advanced combat magic when the capital is a relatively safe environment and when sorcerers, in general, have a secure, steady and well-paid job offer by the kingdom? Furthermore, advanced combat magic is prohibited within the capital, because it is highly dangerous. That's why the magic academies needed the walls before the ban."
"But I've seen you use it..." I say, more and more confused "Besides, if nobody is interested in it, then why did you learn it?"
"I learned it to be able to help a friend whose childhood dream was to go to the labyrinth, but it's not just that..." she says nonchalantly, swimming on her back around me as she speaks "I like magic in all its forms, and this is a spell that requires a lot of control and precision, let's just say that... I couldn't resist trying to do it... And just to clarify, you saw me use it in the capital only inside the labyrinth, where of course, the ban does not apply"
"But..." I say without understanding "If you had to think about this method recently, how did you learn it then?"
"I don't have an affinity with fire, that takes away a lot of the risk. Besides, I learned it very little by little, doing simple calculations and experiments, until I was sure I could do it" she says and, looking at me with a mocking smile, adds "A method that doesn't work for you, because as we saw during the mana control training, patience is not your forte. But don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that there aren't people who seek to learn to fight with magic, it's just that they are very few and self-taught... It's not something that is taught in academies. But it's enough of talking, listen to your wise teacher and dive into the water for a moment I'm going to teach you the spell, but for your safety, I need you to be as wet as possible"
Sabrina teaches me how to make the mana bomb while, on the beach, Joseph is still trying to convince Azur to get in the water and Agustín is under the parasol drawing.
The spell is similar to the magic bullet. Only in this case do you have to expand the size of the sphere and form a second sphere inside it, which has to press against the first. The trick is to keep the pressure up to a certain point, and when the double sphere is fired, let the outer shell break, releasing the contained force in an explosion.
I practice the spell by forming the sphere underwater, as Sabrina instructed me. While I'm doing it, I can't help but think that it's lucky that Sabrina came up with this method, because more than once the bomb exploded in my face.
However, when this happened, most of the explosion was absorbed by the water thanks to her idea and, although it did some damage to me, it was nothing terrible.
When I finally manage to cast the spell, after using up much of my ring's mana pool and three potions, we hear Joseph’s joyful cry and stare at him in shock.
He comes running towards the water with a rabid Azur in his arms, who is struggling and trying to get out of the grip. We see Azur manage to wriggle free in time, changing size just as Joseph reaches the water, causing the latter to trip and fall face-first into the water.
Laughing at the sight of his wet face, we return to the parasol where we see the designs for shields and daggers that Agustín had been preparing.
While Agustín shows me the designs and their advantages, Sabrina looks at him with a broad warm smile, a smile that he doesn't notice because he is so focused on his explanations.
In the end, I ended up deciding on a straight dagger design, with a double-edged blade 18 centimeters long.
The magic bomb resulted to be not as good as I imagined. When I learned it, I could see that it costs 180 mana per projectile. In addition, it needs the user to concentrate for 10 seconds.
I currently have 260 mana. So, in a fight, I could use the spell only once….
Seeing the cost of the spell, at first, I didn't understand how Sabrina can perform the bomb if the mana cost is so excessive. But then I remembered that having higher affinity, her spells cost half as much mana as me.
I know that the mana cost decrease leveling up the spell but still it's…it's a little frustrating. When I started learning magic, it seemed like a great thing to me, but the more I learn about it, the more limitations I find on it.
However, I think the trip was worth it because it had been a long time since I celebrated anything.
When we got back to the capital it was already late afternoon.
I walk into the house tired but smiling, while I think that tomorrow I should pay Ozy a visit to thank him for his recommendations for the trip.
Advertisement
Wings of Sorrow
Tension permeates the city of Bleakridge as forces within its walls struggle for supremacy. Grim Thorne, the disinherited son of the Earl, is a fly caught in the web of power struggles between these forces. When Grim closes his eyes, he can still see the bodies piled high from the first day of occupation. The day he was branded a bastard in the southern fashion. The day his father let them. Soldiers from the south bearing green cloaks and royal seals maintain order in the streets of Bleakridge, ensuring that the lifeblood of commerce continues to flow through the port city. In the slums beyond the outer wall, the Sons of the Reaper lurk. Some call them heroes, others villains. But all fear them for their relentless devotion to the old ways and the freedom that entails. In the castle above the city, resides the Earl of Bleakridge. The man who bent the knee and saved the lives of his people, if not their souls. After twenty years of occupation, the tension is coming to a head and Grim has to choose. Sympathetic to the Sons, duty bound to his father, and forced into service to the king. He must rise above the brand on his neck and decide where his true loyalties lie. But, after so long, it can be hard to tell who is deserving of loyalty. The King’s men who enforce order with a blood-soaked iron fist? The Sons who more resemble terrorists and crime lords than revolutionaries? Or the father who watches the bloodshed and does nothing? In the end, it is always the place of the young to bear the sins of the old.
8 201Lightning Heroic
Chasing a demon through a rift, Vale finds himself in Aimsir-- a Celtic world controlled by game rules. No one remembers anything about who they are or where they're from, except Vale. Transformed into a member of the Sidhe race, Vale tries to piece together why he has arrived, and where his lost companions have vanished to. Unable to control his leveling, he tries to rely on strategy, craftiness, and his sense of humor to survive in this strange new place, and hopefully unravel the mystery of his arrival-- at least until he's killed again. ----------------------- Lightning Heroic is a fairly crunchy, isekai (portal fantasy) LitRPG Light Novel. Each chapter has full-color illustrations from @desutroyah . For the High Quality Cover Art, visit this link: https://imgur.com/a/f8SQqDA Lightning Heroic includes: Crafting, Weak to Strong MC, Base building, and lots of Guilds For fans of manga/anime, adventure, and main characters who are not OP.
8 80TUW
...
8 197Thieves' Den
A retired modern thief died on his way to an island paradise. Only to appear in a young lad that died from hunger and being wound. Watch as the man find a dungeon and turn it into a thieves den in the medieval slum district.
8 184Shadowlove
Princess Yasuline Mona Lights has lived her life only within the grounds of her castle home. Only understanding the world of Atlas through stories by the castle workers and the incredible adventure stories from her father. However, her life took a change on the day she met the infamous assassin who is called the White Reaper. After being saved from an assassination attempt from a united band of demons. She is then flung out to the world of Atlas on a quest to find the group and stop them before they strike again and hopefully prove herself to be an incredible adventurer just like her father.
8 175Re-Ordaining of the Chosen
Alea cheerfully hummed as she descended the steps, brimming in upbeat while her colleague, Quarren Leos, shot her a look of skepticism. “So… were you right about him?” he asked doubtfully. She came to a stop for a moment, her humming falling silent before she shook her head, waving her medium length light-blonde hair from side to side. “I was wrong about him.” Quarren raised an eyebrow in confusion at the convoluted response.“But you seem quite happy?” he asked again. “Because I am. But I was wrong about him. He was… so much more than I ever expected.” Alea looked at the sky overhead with a smile. “That boy… no, that man, is amazing. I firmly believe he will come to stand on top of any adversary he faces. He is destined. He is Chosen.” Quarren snorted as he stepped past, shaking his head. “Okay. Each to their own beliefs but you’re sounding like a nutjob. That skinny twig? Everyone calls him a cripple, you know,” he shook his head.“Rumours are always false, Leos,” Alea answered with a disapproving shake of her head. “You wouldn’t know. He is so, so much more.” “I saw him with my own two eyes. I didn’t see anything redeeming,” Quarren rebutted. “Well…” Alea chuckled. “You haven’t seen what I’ve seen.” In the year 917 of the Imperial Calendar, the Great War had just ended between dozens of nations. Farrien welcomed home millions of troops and warriors with the Archdukes of Aerianne and Kanaria leading them at the forefront. Since the founding of Farrien, the Aerianne and Kanarian Archduchies have been pillars upholding the Kingdom from enemies. It was common belief that they possessed special blood blessed by the Goddess Stecia, who gifted the lineage to the first King of Farrien when he first founded the country. All were ecstatic when the current generation of the two Archduchy's, after the war, agreed to let their children wed. The excitement was short-lived however when the Aerianne Princess proved to be a dragoness among men but the Kanarian Prince was worse than even mediocre. The Prince disappeared and the wedding was shortly forgotten as society lived on. Until one day the Young Heir of Kanaria returned to Farrien a changed man, bringing demise with him. Follow the story of the Chosen ordained by the Goddess of Time as he returns to the past to right his wrongs and set things back straight again! Many thanks to xSTAYc for the cover design and various co-creative elements in the conscription phase! :p
8 102