Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win-Chapter 101: Lunar Magic [1]

"The mana and its components are essential starting point for any magic."

Zavan, the headmistress’s voice echoed within the class.

Her polished bronze skin shimmered softly as she paced inside the class.

"Most don’t understand the basics of mana and complain why they can’t use it."

Her golden eyes moved, looking at the students while her black hair remained tied behind her.

Zavan’s heels clicked softly against the polished stone floor as she moved past the rows of desks.

She stopped near the front row and turned. "Mana isn’t just some glowing energy you pull out of thin air. It has structure and it responds to intention."

A boy in the middle row raised his hand hesitantly. "But, Headmistress, if it’s structured, why can’t just everyone use it by learning the structure?"

"Because not everyone has the potential to do so." She replied, shaking her head.

"People have different ways of understanding mana and that changes a lot of things."

Zavan stood in front of the class, looking around. "...Some can be good at understanding and some not."

She waved her hand, and a faint shimmer formed in the air.

Two threads of blue light twisted together in slow motion, forming a spiral.

"This," she said, pointing to it, "is mana in its simplest form."

The shimmer faded, and Zavan returned to pacing. "You see back in my hometown we were always haunted by a race of sand-eating ravens."

’Hmm?’

Akamir, who had been giving no attention to the class, suddenly looked at her.

Someone whispered confusedly. "Ravens?"

Zavan raised a brow at the murmured confusion but didn’t pause.

"Yes, ravens," she continued, brushing a hand through the air to dismiss the surprise. "They weren’t just normal birds but the size of dragons. They fed on mana, on spells, enchantments, even emotions if strong enough."

A few students straightened in their seats, including Akamir.

"We learned the hard way," Zavan said, voice steady, "that mana isn’t something you just use. It’s something you live with. Something that can turn against you if you’re careless."

The spiral of blue light reappeared in her palm, flickering slightly.

"Back then," she said, "my people had to learn how to mask mana—disguise it, twist it, even mute it entirely. The ravens could smell it like blood in the water."

Akamir leaned forward on his desk, arms crossed.

Zavan looked at him briefly, then turned back to the class.

"This spiral here is raw mana guided by structure. But this—"

She snapped her fingers, and the spiral suddenly dimmed into a dull grey, the lines barely visible.

"—is how it looks when concealed."

A magic circle formed on her hand but it remained in the dull grey colour.

"This is why my clan is known as one of the deadliest assassins."

She said, a smug look on her face.

"Because only we can kill someone that can’t be caught even by a seer."

Zavan let the silence settle for a moment.

A student raised his hand. "Can you teach us?"

She shook her head. "No. The method belongs to us and can’t be shared."

A low disappointed groan escaped from the lips of the students.

The bell rang the next second, ending the class.

"I will teach you more about different uses of mana in the next class."

She said, packing her things.

"Till then, study well."

Zavan didn’t wait for their greetings as she walked out of the class.

"Hmm."

Akamir leaned back on his chair as he looked at the message floating in front of him.

[Mana concealment has been registered.]

’Well, I guess she did leak her clan arts.’

He thought, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

’Still, even though it’s registered I can’t use it.’

The problem with the registration is that it’s not a guaranteed way to learn things.

Like how he can’t use the Holy Aura because he isn’t clear about its basics.

Only after learning more about it can he attempt to use it.

A small nudge on his side made him look at Zaina.

"What are you thinking so deeply?" She asked, tilting her head.

"Nothing special." Akamir replied, shaking his head. "Just some stuff."

Her amber eyes blinked at him before she sighed. "Alright."

Zaina began to pack her stuff while Akamir stood up from his seat.

"Are you going to join the next class?" Zaina asked, looking at him. "Or are you—."

"Bunking it." Akamir completed her words with a smile.

Zaina rolled her eyes, slinging her bag over one shoulder. "You’re going to get in trouble one day, you know."

"I have a fiancée as the vice headmistress." Akamir shrugged. "I can survive anything."

The smile on her face died down as she gave him a cold look.

Akamir frowned. "What?"

"...Nothing." She replied, her voice frosty. "Go rub your attention to your fiancée."

With a loud ’hmph’ she turned and walked out of the room.

Akamir blinked twice before sighing. "Is she really jealous?"

"Of course, she is, Captain Obvious." Nayomi said, floating beside him. "Do you have to brag about your other fiancée in front of her?"

Akamir quickly understood his own mistake.

"Yeah, I shouldn’t have done that." He mumbled softly. "Oh well, whatever."

The class had already emptied out, so he also began walking out of the room.

As the sun rose over his head, Akamir walked towards the teacher’s building.

"Things are going good with the elves, isn’t it?" Nayomi asked, folding her hands.

Akamir nodded, a soft smile forming on his lips. "Yeah."

It’s been a week since the elves have finalized the deal with the Imoyan company.

Needless to say, it was huge.

Only the first batch of the spirit leaves was enormous.

’10,200 leaves for 100k gold coins was a great deal.’

And that was only the first batch and currently, Akamir almost has over 200k leaves and they are still producing.

’At this rate, I can have wealth compared to the dukedom in less than a year from sending only the leaves.’

That was a huge chunk of money for someone who started with nothing.

And not to mention Akamir still has the actual spirit herbs that will fetch far more money.

Akamir rubbed the back of his neck as he walked inside the teacher’s building.

’The mimickers are already preparing to empty down the mine.’ He thought, walking up the staircase. ’I will have access to the mana stone soon.’

Akamir has plans to use them in a good way.

Ways that will double down his money in a short amount of time.

"You should be more concerned about the enemies you are going to make." Nayomi chimed in. "They won’t let you have everything easily."

Akamir nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I need to be cautious about the elves." He said softly. "And the information Elore gave isn’t helping either."

Akamir was already aware of the Bloodhound Omen.

Even though he doesn’t understand much about them, he still knows enough to understand that they are dangerous.

Even though the probability of this happening isn’t high, he wasn’t going to dismiss the idea of them using him.

’They can get through Zaina easily if they use me as bait.’

Akamir let out a sigh as he reached the top floor.

He walked down the hallway until he arrived at the door.

Akamir walked in without knocking.

Inara looked up at him. "Can’t you enter like a normal human being?"

"What’s the worst that could happen?" He asked, taking the seat in front of her. "What’s left of you that I haven’t seen before?"

A faint blush crept on her face that she tried her best to hide.

’Cute.’

Inara cleared her throat and looked down.

"Why are you here?" She asked, getting a hold of herself.

"Have the Lythanis kingdom contacted you again?" Akamir asked, his voice serious.

Inara blinked quietly. "No. I told you I rejected them already."

"Then how are you going to win the throne?" Akamir said, placing his hand on the table. "You have no support behind you."

Inara frowned, clearly confused. "Why are you asking—."

"Just tell me."

Inara closed the document she was working on before leaning back on the chair.

"I...I don’t know." She confessed softly. "I have no idea."

Akamir nodded silently, tapping his finger on the table.

’I have been stalling this for a long while.’ He thought, looking at her. ’Even though I can’t be too sure....’

Akamir drew in a deep breath. "I will help you."

Inara tilted her head in confusion. "How?"

Akamir didn’t respond, instead he took out something from his space ring and placed it in front of Inara.

The girl looked at him confusingly before her eyes widened in disbelief.

It was the leaf.

...The spirit leaf.

"How did you—?"

"You see the company that is selling the spirit herbs?" Akamir asked, a smile forming on his lips. "It’s mine."

"You’re joking," she whispered, picking it up carefully as if it might vanish. "You mean your company...?"

Akamir leaned back on the chair.

"Imoyan belongs to me."

Inara was silent for a while.

"This... this could change everything," she said slowly. "With just a fraction of the revenue, I could hire support, buy out smaller houses, even—"

"Start building your own faction," Akamir finished for her. "Exactly."

She looked up at him, searching his face for the catch. "And what do you want in return?"

Akamir didn’t hesitate to point at her. "I want you."

There was a silence in the room.

Inara blinked softly, looking at him.

Much to Akamir’s surprise, she stood up from her seat and walked towards him.

Akamir frowned. "What?"

The girl smiled and slowly raised her hand to unbutton her dress.

"Let me return the favor."