Entha

Chapter 23: My Discovery

At one of the palace windows, three demon Grandif could be seen observing Calix: a female Grandif with a western vibe of beauty, a male Grandif with narrow eyes but a wide face and razor sharp teeth, and finally another male Grandif with an average common feature but two moles below each eye, all of them had the build of average teenagers and were wearing the light armor made by the Kingdom of Enratas' alchemist that is dyed black with lines of lilac on its edges

“Puny, he’s far too weak”

Commented the Grandif with a razor sharp teeth as he watched Calix struggle to lift the leg weights on one of the palace's windows, losing interest, he sat down in one of the nine chairs arranged around a large table,

"I agree, Mordo...but Lord Azam's will appear to favor him, so there might be more to him."

the Grandif replied with moles beneath his eyes, as he followed Mordo and sat alongside him,

“Yeah, that I am aware, but as of things now…. Alec, We’ll surely be obliterated by the seraphims”

Mordo continued, grinding his razor sharp teeth that could only be seen as pure horror, Grandifs and Seraphims are deemed equal in terms of strength but those were facts of old, the remaining Grandifs were far weaker than the Grandifs who had gone to war, they had been simply abiding their Entha when Azam had perished and had only trained against each other, it was doubtful that they'd even be match, the only one capable of such feats would be the Demon King, thus if war was to break out it would surely mean the end of the demon specie, The king and the majority of the Elders believe that Calix has the key to the demon's survival and have discarded the fact of his origin and focused on abiding by Azam's will, which means it's decided that Calix's words hold a great sway in the King's decision about the demon world’s fate, But Mordo, on the other hand, couldn't help but be concerned since this demon named Calix, who is unusual for a demon and was favored, is weaker than the typical soldier.

“We’ll just have to trust our lord’s will just like we had always done”

Replied Alec as he press his fist above his chest, and glance towards one of the demon still watching Calix,

“You seem awfully quiet Farrah”

Asked Alec as he glanced at Farrah, he could tell her eyes were active by the brightness they gave off,

“ummm… Calix started to run”

Following Farrah's comments, Alec and Mordo exchanged glances before scurrying to the window, where Calix, like a beast freed from its restraints, dashed around the arena at full speed.

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Magic is a technology developed by demons that uses the medium of what they call a magic circle and is powered by the caster's mana. There is no definite way to measure how much mana a demon has, but losing too much or emptying your mana core causes a feeling of fatigue that often leads to unconsciousness, But who cares; lifting this weight without magic is impossible, so let's get started. I drew a magic circle around both of my legs to strengthen them, but I've never heard of a caster casting magic on himself before... is this cheating? No, perhaps this test is about utilizing magic on yourself, in which case, let's pour some mana into it. I focused, like any demon does while casting a magic, and moved my mana to my legs, which had an immediate effect.

I took one step forward...and ran around the arena like a crazed maniac to test what I had learned, and gosh does it feel much lighter than normal, running would be a breeze with this, can we get an automatic tattoo for it I wonder? Let's try it later,

Maybe I should do the sword swinging as well, two birds with one stone, so I drew two magic circles on both arms again and lifted the sword, which felt lighter than a stick, so I ran around the arena swinging a big sword like a child, oh shouldn't I have used this in battle? I'm not sure if I'll be able to equal Brion using this magic but I’ll try,

I was so engrossed in admiring myself as a genius that I didn't notice the three Grandifs who had silently approached the Arena's edge and were quietly watching me...

ah! I want to die, this is so embarrassing… I lowered the blade politely and walked slowly to where they were, intending to explain why I was swinging the sword and at the same time running, but before I could speak,

“You… your conjuring magic on yourself”

Yelled the guy as he points at the magic circle I had drawn on my arms and legs,

I nodded to the guy’s statement, but what’s with those symmetrical moles below his widened eye? did he put those moles? I guess its natural, it’ll be hilarious if he drew them tho, not that I’m judging,

“Don’t you fell tired at all?”

Asked another, it was a Grandif who had the allure of a western woman, with her curly hair flowing down to her waist.

“No not at all”

I replied flatly, which caused the two demons to exchange glances and their jaws to bobble up and down in silence. The other demon, on the other hand, had a terrifying smile, what's with those teeth, doesn't it appear ready to saw some forests?

“Would you be interested in a bout?”

Said the smiling Grandif with saw teeth as he conjured a magic intended to summon a sword and pulled a great sword with a dull blade on one end and like his teeth had toothed blade on the other, it was a frightening sight but I too wanted to test if the magic circle glowing on my legs and arms is applicable in battle,

“Of course, umm…”

I paused since I didn’t know his name, and what title to address him,

“The name’s Mordo, Farrah remove those weights”

He said as he requested the woman Grandif that apparently had the name Farrah to take off the leg weights that were weighing me down, and as soon as she did, I felt so light that I imagined myself flying if I did jump, thus I stopped concentrating mana on my leg and summoned Asporeas, stepped back to gain a meter's distance from Mordo, and took a stance, a stance that didn't mean anything other than simply raising my sword upfront, demons talk about sword arts, but I couldn't help but think that what they called sword arts were just a response to their instinct since I didn't notice any pattern, much better to call it unorganized swordplay with the intent to defend and attack,

“Ready?... Go”

Signaled the mole, I mean the demon with moles below his eyes,

I took the initiative, concentrating mana on one foot and leaping forward, activating the eye of Plegia and planning a knee hit. I could see hundreds of mirage shifting from attacking and defending from Mordo, so I sprang aside and decided to go for his right flank , the mirages appeared to be disturbed meaning that he was taken a back, I went for a s***h directed at his ribs but it wouldn’t be that easy, would it? along with a loud metallic clang and sparks flying away, Mordo’s toothed sword collided with Asporeas, I expected him to block the s***h, so I conjured mana on the magic circle I drew on both of my arms earlier in the hopes of strengthening them: my left arm, which is holding Mordo's sword that is driving Asporeas back, and my other hand, which is reared to build momentum and smash Mordo's thorax...

-Bang