Throne Of Magical Arcana - Chapter 20
Chapter 20: The Witch's Note
Translator: Kris Liu
As expected, Lucien did not find anything specially useful in the following four hours before he
fell asleep. He read about ten pages, but most of them felt like independent words instead of
meaningful sentences, probably because so many words in the notes about magic were really
For sure Lucien had his own guesses of the meaning of some of them. But it was magic. He had
to be more than careful before actually taking actions. Lucien did not want to die because of a
stupid misreading mistake.
Fortunately, the previous owner of the notes treated it also like a diary. Some of her thoughts
and experiences were written down as well. For this part, the witch used common words and
grammar, from which Lucien managed to know the history of those magic notes, or say, books.
The witch was born in the last sorcerer family of the destroyed ancient Sylvanas Magic Empire.
Her family hid into their old castle deep into the mountains to avoid the church's slaughtering,
ever since Aalto was taken over. But after hundreds of years there, the population of the family
declined dramatically. In the end there were just three left: the witch and her parents.
The witch's parents died in an accident when they tried to summon a creature whose name
Lucien was not able to read. Then the witch became an orphan and she inherited two magic
books: Astrology and Magic Elements; and Common Magic Related Materials Illustration.
Lucien wished the notes were relatively complete so he could understand it, otherwise he would
have to learn the dying Sylvana's language which, so to speak, was impossible.
Almost all of the jobs Copper Cornet could offer were under the control of the Aaron gang.
Lucien lost his job again. He had to dig into his savings recently to support himself.
But it was also nice that Lucien could seize the chance staying focused on his study, as well as
avoiding the possible revenge from the gang. Joel was still playing on the busy streets in the
administrative district, while Alisa was doing laundries for the association. Both of them were
relatively far from the market area, where the Aaron gang tyrannized the most.
They all agreed that Lucien still ranked first among them regarding being in danger. They
warned Lucien not to leave the city, not to go to anywhere deserted, and even told him to be
alert during bed time in case some bastards tried to burn down his shack.
So, after washing his face and finishing his hard brown bread softened in boiling water, Lucien
felt there was nothing for him to do.
But the feeling did not last more than a minute. Soon Lucien went outside and found an open
field. He started to practice sword with a wood stick following John's direction. Lucien longed
for strength to protect himself, even though he knew his training was too late. John told Lucien
that after sixteen years old, the chance of a person being Blessed was very slim, close to none,
unless he received the Holy Light Water from the church.
Lucien also kept Jackson's dagger handy, in case of any danger.
After practicing, Lucien went back home. It was nine o'clock in the morning. The sun in the sky
just started showing its real power. Taking a short rest, Lucien opened his books again and
started reviewing. He was much more diligent and self-disciplined than ever before.
12 Snehva Street, Gesu.
’’You have never really learned these before?’’ Victor asked with great surprise, ’’None of them?’’
Lucien's progress was more than impressive. He answered all the questions perfectly and
fluently. He even asked some questions he found in spelling, which most students could not
notice at all until they started having a solid foundation. With just one day study, Lucien had
almost caught up with his classmates, Colin and Renee. The two students from common
background had been studying here for more than three months.
Was Lucien a genius? Or just a liar. The students were guessing.
’’I swear I have not, Mr. Victor. We're already speaking common tongues in our lives, aren't we?
I can't read, but I know the connections between the letters and sounds are more important. I
used my imagination.’’ Lucien explained. He wanted people to believe he was just smart, instead
of regarding him as an incomprehensible monster, which would possibly bring him trouble.
For sure Lucien did not tell him about the library.
Victor nodded and smiled approvingly, ’’Good, very good. You're gifted in learning language.’’
Lucien was envied by most students in the class. Hearing Victor's commendation, Lott and
Felicia, who had been learning from Victor for five years, exchanged a look.
’’It sounds pretty useful.’’ Felicia nodded slightly with her hands crossed over her lap. As a noble
girl, she always sat straight.
Lott was about to shrug his shoulders, but was stopped by the thought that the gesture might
not look elegant. Facing Felicia, his long time competitor, Lott tended to be more careful.
’’The poor speak the common tongue as well. They just don't know how to spell and read. It's
always better than starting from scratch, isn't it?’’ He also added, ’’Even if they learn it, it won't
be much useful for learning music.’’
’’I have my own idea for learning music, not like you.’’ Felicia responded sharply, ’’You're gifted,
but gift cannot last long. If I were you, I'd spend more time on practicing instead of fooling
around with girls.’’ She then looked at Lucien. ’’Even the poor guy, if he starts learning music he
will probably do a better job than you.’’ She smiled with her bright beautiful teeth.
All the classmates believed that Lucien wanted to become a musician. They did not know the
actual simple reason why Lucien chose Victor as his teacher. In the eyes of the common folk,
choosing a teacher represented one's future path. For example, if a person wanted to be an
official in the town hall or the court, he or she would definitely choose scholars with law or
history background, instead of a musician.
But all careers needed to be recognized by nobles. Only then it would indicate real success.
’’If he's better than me, he's better than you, Felicia.’’ Lott sneered.
Felicia was about to say more, but noticed Victor was looking in this direction. She raised her
hand and tidied her red hair, then lowered her head and went back to her studies.
Victor started speeding up Lucien's learning. Soon they finished the rest of the spelling rules
and moved to basic grammar, which was exactly what Lucien was expecting.
Friday, the last day of Lucien's study this week.
After a few days' learning, Lucien had mastered most of the grammar. Were it not for lacking
vocabulary, Lucien could even start learning magic now. He had made a big progress with the
magic notes as well, in which the witch explained why she came to Aalto:
’’Along with the increase in my spiritual power, it has become harder for me to immerse myself
in meditation... Shall I try the meditating the way only real sorcerers can?’’
’’It was too dangerous. I almost died. Perhaps I should improve the apprentice meditation based
on my experience.’’
’’I got lost, completely. No wonder all the great seniors didn't make any improvement. I'm too
shallow, too arrogant.’’
’’Even the magic structure of the first level is too complicated. I can't find a way to build the
magic mark model. It's driving me crazy... I have the potion already, but without the model I
can't move forward to be a real sorceress!’’
’’I don't know... maybe I should try to make a potion of 'Magic Gate'. It contains a level-one
magic in it. Perhaps I can make it this way.’’
’’I need Snow Gorse... Maybe I should go to Aalto. It's the biggest city on the west continent.
There're also many hidden sorcerers and sorceress. It's dangerous, but I shall still have a
So far, that was all Lucien could read from the notes. He was very curious about her experience
in Aalto, but decided to finish the remaining few pages later tonight.
Today Lucien also wanted to borrow a common tongue dictionary and put it into his library. If
everything went well, Lucien could start learning magic on the weekend.
His heart was full of hope.