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“Yo, young man, you’re here.”
Amidst the brilliant sea of flowers, a white-haired, red-eyed young girl looked as if she had just woken up, still dressed in the pink pajamas she wore when Mu’en first met her.
In her hand, she held a small, cute pink watering can, watering the flowers. As she watched Mu’en walk in, a hint of satisfaction appeared in her crystal-clear amber-like red eyes.
“You’ve done very well.”
She said, “You’ve done much better than I imagined. This achievement is quite rare in my long years.”
“Teacher Meladomir…”
Looking at her, Mu’en found himself at a loss for words, even unsure where to place his hands and feet, he could only dryly say:
“Long time no see.”
Then, Meila smiled:
“There’s no need to be nervous; you are now my disciple, Meladomir. At any time and in front of anyone, you have the right to hold your head high.”
“Really?”
With his nervousness slightly dissipating, Mu’en scratched his head and asked:
“Does this mean I am your disciple? Do I need to prepare anything? A gift for the master? Or is there a specific ceremony? Should I change how I address you?”
“Let’s skip those formalities.”
Meila thought for a moment, “As for how to address me, just call me Teacher Meila; I prefer that.”
“Then…”
Mu’en still solemnly bowed, “I look forward to your guidance, Teacher Meila.”
“Mm, I look forward to it.”
Meila accepted Mu’en’s bow with calmness, then snapped her fingers. Accompanied by a flash of light, a silver-white box appeared before Mu’en.
“Take this; it’s a gift from me, as a token of our first meeting.”
“A gift?”
Mu’en’s eyes widened in surprise; he didn’t expect Teacher Meila to be so generous, giving him a gift right after becoming her disciple.
But since it was presented to him, he had no reason not to accept it.
Joyfully, Mu’en picked up the box, looking around curiously and even knocking on it. He asked:
“What’s inside?”
“You’ll know once you open it.”
Meila smiled:
“I think you’ll like it.”
Hearing Teacher Meila say that made Mu’en even more excited.
He quickly found the button to open the box and pressed it. Accompanied by the sound of gears moving, the silver box suddenly sprang open.
A sharp aura and holy light rushed out, causing Mu’en to momentarily hold his breath.
A blade.
A dagger.
Two pure white short daggers etched with golden patterns lay silently in the box, seemingly alive, gently humming as the box opened.
Mu’en also heard a heartbeat.
His heartbeat.
Because at the very moment he saw these two daggers, his heart couldn’t help but race.
It felt as if he sensed a resonance with the daggers.
“This is…”
Mu’en felt a bit parched, looking towards Teacher Meila.
“I haven’t had the chance to name them yet; I believe it would be better for you to name them.”
Teacher Meila said softly:
“I saw you fight before and noticed you seemed to lack a handy weapon, so I made these for you.”
“Teacher Meila…”
More than just liking them, Mu’en was almost moved to tears.
Although Teacher Meila casually said she made them, looking at the exquisite appearance of these daggers and the profound aura they subtly emitted, one could tell they were at least of legendary quality.
Truly impressive; even a casual gift from a master can leave one in awe.
But…
Mu’en blinked and curiously asked:
“Since they are such uncommon weapons, aren’t you afraid that I might fail the exam and it would be in vain?”
“Unlike that brat Plon, I have complete confidence in my judgment.”
Meila casually glanced at Mu’en:
“If I thought you couldn’t do it, I wouldn’t waste my time looking for you.”
“Oh, I see…”
Mu’en said, a bit absentmindedly:
“I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve unwittingly received a lot of expectations.”
“Since you know, shouldn’t you hurry up and work hard?”
Meila stated:
“Want to try the daggers?”
“Yes!”
Mu’en reached out and gripped the handles of the two short daggers.
In an instant, he felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand, as if something sharp had sliced across it.
Warm blood instantly spread along the patterns on the daggers.
Gold turned to dark red, and the holy aura that emanated also appeared somewhat strange.
But this only lasted for a very short time.
In the next moment, the daggers emitted a sharp buzzing sound, and the golden light suddenly burst forth.
Mu’en felt the daggers, which had been as light as paper, suddenly gain weight, and this weight felt perfect, as if they were an extension of his own arms.
In a daze, he seemed to hear the joy radiating from the daggers.
“Looks like she really likes you.”
Meila stroked her smooth chin and said:
“The daggers have a living spirit, and now that she acknowledges you, it means that no one else will be able to wield this weapon before you die.”
“That’s amazing…”
Mu’en sincerely marveled.
Having read the original book, he naturally understood how rare it was in this world to possess a weapon with a living spirit.
He never expected Teacher Meila would casually give him one.
Mu’en, filled with joy, swung the blade vigorously.
In an instant, it seemed as if a thunderbolt struck, and in the void appeared a very faint, dark trace, resembling a smoky shadow.
“Based on your fighting style, the greatest trait I’ve given these daggers is sharpness.”
Meila said: “Extremely sharp, there are very few defenses that can withstand them. For someone like you, who relies on agility to win, I believe this will be more helpful than those flashy functions.
Additionally, when the blades clash, they can trigger a powerful alchemical field.”
“Alchemical field?”
Mu’en’s eyes lit up, and without any hesitation, he directly clashed the blades.
Clang—
The blades rang out.
Silver-white arcs flared along the golden patterns, forming a special area around Mu’en as if made of molten metal.
“The effect of the alchemical field is… to reject all foreign objects.”
Meila casually picked a flower, tossed it into the field, and at the moment the pure white flower touched the edge of the field, it was as if it had been engulfed by flames, turning to ash.
“But in reality, this effect isn’t very strong.”
Meila extended her delicate white hand into the field, and the silver-white arcs swirled around that hand like rippling water.
“A slightly more powerful body can force its way into this field, and weapons are no exception. But this field is not meant for defense; after all, if I were to specifically apply a defensive function to a short dagger, why wouldn’t I just give you a shield instead?
So compared to tangible things like enemies or weapons, this field targets the invisible and intangible.
Curses, poisons, negative effects, mental attacks, and the like.
Moreover, the most important part is that it can isolate the inside from the outside.
In other words…”
Meila looked into Mu’en’s eyes, speaking slowly and deliberately:
“When the field is activated, you can use the flames of the King of Withering without worry.”
