Crow know everything

"I'm here to restore your memory. In this world, if you can't use your magic, you're nothing."

The wind continued to push the bound curtain. Wein stood next to the open window, crossing his hands and leaning on his shoulder.

"Magic?" Wein asked, a little surprised, but this had become normal and had happened several times before.

"Yes, you are a nobleman with strong magic, and tomorrow you will enter the academy with the Platinum Core."

Wein looked at the crow on his shoulder. His face was close enough to the crow that it flew toward his desk.

"What if I already know that I am in the Platinum Core stage?"

"You know?"

Wein shrugged. "Yes."

"That's great." The crow walked across the table, circling while lifting some of the papers and even closing a book. "I thought you were reading this."

Wein chuckled.

"Alright, what do you want to tell me?"

Releasing his body from the wall, Wein stepped casually toward the table, approaching the crow perched there.

"I'll teach you how to use it." The crow laughed strangely, but it happened — the crow was really laughing when Wein approached.

***

"Right, like that." The crow jumped.

I feel my skin hardening like iron. I have mastered the first step — coating the body with mana. This is useful for the next stage and protects my body.

"Now use your element." The crow flew to my shoulder.

"How?" I asked. I'd never even known this and had only watched it in my old world.

"Feel and choose what you want to use, flow mana into it, and ignite it." He flew away. "This is usually learned by humans."

"Try it, chant a spell if you're not used to it."

"Spell?"

Wein raised his hand parallel to his stomach, opening his palm wide as if preparing to summon fire.

Closing his eyes, Wein tried to blend with the mana core — the source of power controlled by mana.

The mana was located near the heart, flowing through the whole body like blood.

Strong winds enveloped Wein, his hair swaying, and his clothes trembling. The crow tightened its grip on the perch as papers began to fly.

The palm of his hand began to glow, and a small marble-sized ball floated above his palm, glowing like heated iron.

Gradually, a pale orange flame appeared, covering the fireball. Quickly, the fire grew larger in Wein's hand.

Wein's mouth opened, his face happy but curious. "This... isn't hot?"

"You are immune to your own fire because you unconsciously protect yourself. Your magic protects you."

"This... amazing." Wein looked delighted. He raised his other hand, this time without chanting, forming a glacier. The wind blew, but unconsciously, he managed to regulate the mana energy being released.

***

"Alright, now it's time to sleep." The crow flew to the window, shifting the curtain with its beak.

"What?" I looked at the old-fashioned wall clock, opening my mouth. "Wait, there's one thing I don't understand."

The crow turned around. "What's that?"

"The Core Stage." I replied, approaching the window.

"Do you want me to explain something so complex? You can read the book there. It has everything you need to know."

The crow turned its body, refusing, and jumped out of the window. After disappearing, it reappeared, flapping its wings.

"Caw! Caw!"

"Damn, he just left me?" I pulled the window shut slowly — was this an old-fashioned era, or was I just living in an old era?

I closed the curtain again.

"Argh!" Wein groaned, his body collapsing, but he reflexively caught himself, supporting his whole body with his hands.

Kneeling down, he tried to get up but groaned again. He pounded the floor loudly, his grumbling echoing.

"Damn, I'm too rash."

Lifting his hand, Wein immediately held his head.

"Greg!" A loud voice emerged from the fog. A horse approached, with several hidden figures.

The fog enveloped the forest area.

"Are you afraid?" General Leon grinned.

"Obviously not. They're already dead." Lieutenant Greg denied, stepping back after staring at General Leon.

"Are you sure? Aren't they going to become spirits?" The General added, making the atmosphere more eerie.

Lieutenant Greg opened his mouth. "Fog... we can't go back if the fog still lingers."

General Leon noticed the tension on Greg's pale lips, barely hidden beneath his brown hood.

Although calm on the surface, Leon felt a similar unease, but his experience made him appear composed.

The fog hadn't subsided since the night before, and it was getting thicker.

"What if we find a magician in this fog?" Greg trembled, his eyes red.

"Are you okay?" Leon's unease grew. He scanned the surroundings, realizing something was wrong.

"Of course... Why are your eyes blackened, General?" Greg's face looked confused.

Leon ignored him, turning his body repeatedly to observe the area.

Panic crept into his experienced face — they were in enemy territory.

Greg reached out. "General, are you okay?"

"Magic!" Leon murmured, his eyes darting.

"Damn... I'm dizzy." Greg leaned against a tree before losing consciousness.

"No, Lieutenant." Leon's voice weakened. He propped Greg against the tree, gritting his teeth.

"This will be difficult."

If they couldn't escape, they would die — whether from cold or the enemy's executioners.

***

"Brother! Are you okay?" A soft voice pierced through the door.

Wein jolted awake. His mouth trembled, unable to form words.

He smiled, feeling happy that his sister remembered him — but Leon denied it. I don't have a sister.

"Brother?" Ellena called again, worried.

"A–" Wein coughed. "I'm fine." His voice was hoarse.

"This door is locked. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes," I replied, holding back another cough. "I just choked."

"Oh... okay. Call me if you need help."

Ellena's footsteps faded.

"Damn, my head hurts." Wein swore, staggering toward the bed like a drunk man.

His head was spinning.

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