"The spell I will be teaching you today is [Light Heal]."
A kind, elderly priest with hair and a beard as white as snow stood upon the podium. He opened his palm, and a blue magic circle materialized above it. As he explained the key points of the spell, he mentioned that the focus of today's lecture would eventually lead into the Third-Tier spell: [Mass Light Heal].
Inside the classroom, Eldest Princess Sanita and Second Prince Corean listened with rapt attention. Others, like Damien, looked utterly miserable. Only Calca remained motionless, her eyes fixed on the runic patterns in the old priest's palm. In her vision, those flower-like, cursive magic runes were being extracted, enlarged, and projected directly into her eyes.
She began to hallucinate: rows of white text annotations were gradually appearing around the pale blue magic circle. Calca felt as if she had returned to her career as a programmer; her brain was rapidly performing a cycle of "Understand, Digest, Reconstruct."
The old priest grew increasingly unnerved by Calca's "possessed" stare. His voice wavered, growing quieter until he eventually trailed off altogether. The entire class followed the priest's gaze, turning to look at the dazed Calca.
I understand it now, Calca thought privately. The logic for victory is set.
"[Light Heal]!"
With a soft cry, Calca flicked her hand. A pale blue magic circle blossomed instantly in her palm, and the breath of life enveloped her body. The classroom fell into a deathly silence. Everyone stared with wide eyes, their faces twisted in disbelief.
Calca looked at her palm, her heart swelling with joy. Normal study would have taken days, but the knowledge she had "fleeced" last night had shortened the process to a single morning. These runes are too important; I have to categorize and summarize them!
The old priest rushed over, his hands trembling with fervor. "By the Four Gods! Your Highness, how did you do it? Is this... the blessing of the Wind God?"
Calca decided to go with the flow. She clasped her hands together in a mask of piety. "Yes. The breeze sent by the Wind God told me the duties of these winding runes. However, my ability is limited, and I could only hear so much. Teacher, why don't I tell you what I've learned so far?"
The old priest was nearly delirious with excitement, but he managed to maintain a shred of professional composure. "This is too important! I must notify His Majesty and Administrator Rosta immediately. Your Highnesses, today's lesson is concluded early. You are dismissed!"
The royal siblings cheered as they left, celebrating both the miracle they had witnessed and the unexpected holiday. The old priest sprinted out of the room, his oversized robes nearly tripping him up in his haste.
Calca shrugged and reopened the First Holy King's autobiography. This was her plan all along: harness the collective power of the kingdom to research the meaning of magic runes, rather than letting the knowledge rot away in the library.
Taking advantage of the time before the Holy King arrived, Calca flipped to the section she hadn't read yesterday. Her eyes immediately snagged on a familiar name:
"Today, I met an old Magic-type geezer from the south. He said his name was Fluder Paradyne."
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