[Firefox] was the only offensive spell I was able to come up during my three weeks training.
I've been playing around with illusions as much as I could, for daily stuff and to trick the other servants, but even that was mainly to get used to illusions and my rune-mana resonance.
I took inspiration from my catalyst Trirune's reflection to create [foxfire],since the second earring was named after kitsunes and they were known spirits with a particular kind of fire.
I actually made two [Foxfire] spells, even if it was a good mental attack, the greenish flames were the perfect trick material to use during a courage test.
The party trick [Foxfire] used the runes: illusion, fire, diffusion and movement; it didn't even hurt if you touched it, but that was what was the creepiest part.
When miss. Anne saw them the first time in the night while walking to her quarters, she fell to her knees crying and praying to the gods to save her, but when she heard my ass laughing out loud I discovered that healers shouldn't be messed with.
She had been asking to play with those pretty flames nowadays though.
The second [foxfire], the attack one, I never really tried.
Casting spells on yourself was not actually feasible and I sure as hell didn't want to experience my body decaying on its own again.
The runes I used were: illusion, confusion, mind, burning and fire.
The head butler had repeatedly explained how the position of the runes inside a formation influenced a spell, in my case it was more like a chain.
The first ring was the domain of the spell, the rest described its effect and my will brought it to life, that's why both my spells didn't really leave lasting damage.
Well… maybe trauma, but nothing big.
All this to say, I had never expected Yom to actually fall to the ground as soon as my spell took root.
I snapped my finger to dispel the illusion and quickly moved down to pick up the young prince.
"What… what was that?"
"Forget it, how do you feel?"
"Crow. What was that?"
Fuck. I should have never tried this shit.
Seeing how reluctant I was to answer his question, Yom didn't immediately argue, but started thinking deeply.
When the spell Crow chanted as [Foxfire] took effect, [Serenity]'s skill level increased by 2 in the fraction of a second, and at the same time, he felt some kind of shackle losen from his mind.
Am I cursed? Is that why I have been feeling so jealous of those bitches seeing Crow naked?
He needed more answers and he needed them now.
"Crow, I'm not angry, nor do I wish to impose on your magic research. However, when you used that spell, my [serenity] levelled up. And I think I might be cursed."
What?
When I heard his motif I felt strangely conflicted. Of course I was happy that he wasn't angry, but cursed?
"I swear, that spell is not a curse! It isn't even a real attack! Check yourself master Yom!"
He took out pocket watch and when the effect, whichever it was took place, he exhaled with relief.
"It seems you didn't lie, but I still feel like I've been cursed. Can you use your spell again?"
"No. Master Yom, please let's just call miss. Anne or your personal healer!"
I saw a vein pop between the curls and I knew I fucked up again, but this didn't make sense at all.
Wait a second.
During one of the lessons I had with the demonic instructor, he explained about a particular branch of magic, rarely used and extremely difficult to trace and prepare.
"Young master… was miss. Mary, soon to be the 11th member of Love's Heir harem actually virgin?"
"Yes, deliciously virgin I might say, one of the best women I've ever been with."
The fuck? This boy is barely 17… never mind.
As soon as I heard his answer I didn't dwell on my decision anymore, took out a key the head butler had given me from the inventory and started to infuse as much mana as I could.
* "Remember well Crow, this key is a direct line of communication with the head of the family, as his son's personal butler, you will have the authority to call for him, only in cases of emergency of course."
"Yes, sir."
"I don't need to tell you what will happen if misused."
"No, sir." *
Yes, I was calling for big daddy.
If I was right, and I could feel it in those clouded eyes, there was no time to play around.
Yom obviously saw my strange reaction, but didn't say shit, for him I probably wanted to die by his dad's hands at this point.
We waited only for a couple of second before the door to Yom's suite was open with what one could only explain as nature's wrath.
"Explain, you have 30 seconds."
"Ritualistic curse, young master Yom, virgin catalyst, house of Love's heir's harem."
I didn't say anything else, not because I knew much more than that, but because the big daddy's fury instantly quelled and was already hovering over the boy on the ground.
Definitely not because I was scared shitless that even a louder then normal breath would dictate my death.
Absolutely not.
"How did you notice, quickly."
"Clouded eyes, fury when he came to know even the most regular encounters I had with the rest of the female servants… I believe… I believe I was the first person he kissed after… well, taking the 1st prize from mister Love."
"You?"
"The elders know all the details Master Morvane, I'm the orphan that young master Yom hired under disguise, I didn't know of his absolute upbringing."
Was I ass licking? Yes.
Was I ashamed? Fuck no.
If even for a second I said something wrong or slightly offensive, I knew I was a dead man.
I also realised that there was no way in hell or haven that the man in front of me was merely at step 4 of his path of power, we commoners have been deceived all along.
"Dad ask him about the spell he used before!"
Fucking bastard! Not only am I saving your life, you decide to expose me like that?!
Oh how you'll like having me as your butler. Motherfucker.
"What is Yom talking about?"
My shoulder dropped visibly, but I would not let these bastards gain shit from me for free.
I snapped my fingers.
"[mirror of the past]"
This was a spell I developed exactly for these occasions. With the runes illusion, conjuring, record, keep, and manifest; a silver hand mirror appeared in front of the patriarch of Disorder, who in amusement, allowed me to even cast the spell.
That's when the recording started playing, the challenge and the stakes, I then completely skipped the duel and showed the results.
Asshole? Here I am.
There was no way in hell I would live here without insurances of any kind.
What was life in the duchy of disorder if not a pure unavoidable disaster?
"The favour I won, I am going to use immediately. Leave my magic research alone."