A Wizard's Guide To Defensive Baking Novels & Stories

I tried to project, hoping he'd hear. He did. Fenris turned, howling a warning. The protective circle around Beatrice tightened, but fifty determined wolves were hard to stop. Then Beatrice raised both hands, and a wall of white fire erupted between her and the attackers. The flames were cold, not hot, but just as deadly. Any wolf that touched them froze solid. "Goddess," I heard someone breathe nearby. "She's incredible." She was. She was also drawing every bit of enemy attention. They'd figured out she was the key to our defense. Now they were throwing everything at her position.

It lunged anew, but this time its movement was not direct so much as a series of attempts to unbalance her—tugs on gravity, whispers of force, attempts to wrench the Hellebore free. Remy was there like the compass she needed; he anchored a ring of students behind them, his hands moving in quick, practical sigils his grandmother had taught him—simple protections, a Luna’s quickness rather than a wizard’s depth. The students gratefully folded into the small shield he made and scrambled away, guided like children who still trusted adults enough to obey.

Hands steady, in her eyes I saw something strange, Silvermoon's defensive magic. Even though our home was burning, we were still fighting and ready to defend our home with our lives.

"You're not dangerous. You're powerful. There's a difference. And anyone who can't see that isn't worth your concern." I want to close the distance. Want to cross that line we keep dancing around. But I don't. Because he's right. We can't. Not now. "We should practice defensive techniques," I say, trying to redirect. "If the attack is in two days, I need to be ready to protect others. Not just fight." "Good thinking. Shift focus." We move to defensive drills. Creating shields. Protecting imaginary allies. Deflecting magical attacks. But the awareness between us doesn't fade. If anything, it intensifies.

The past few days, Alexa has taken it upon herself to actively teach Alexa some spells. She had been teaching her defensive spell. Forming a shield that would protect her from any magic attack. It was not easy for her. The spell was draining too much of her energy because she couldn't keep it under control. She couldn't maintain a defensive shield as Alexa sent attacks her way. She had to keep forming a shield without any time to recover.

] Then Charles walked in and began to explain the top-secret information that everyone needed to know. "Lost Wisdom and Sika—if I were to give a simple comparison, Sika is like a mastery that enables a determined person to knead a large quantity of dough in a short time. But for those who use Lost Wisdom, their extent allows them to finish kneading those doughs and even bake them in an instant, with the blink of an eye or just a thought.

All of them pressing at the edges of my mind, uninvited but impossible to ignore. My hands moved automatically, sprinkling powdered basilisk root into the bubbling mixture. The liquid hissed, flaring orange before deepening to gold. I whispered the shaping words Professor Zimmer had taught us, my voice barely audible over the murmur of the class. The magic surged higher than it should have, flames curling over the rim of the cauldron, licking up the air like they were alive.

I told Baroness Lydia to bring us to the book store, which she immediately shows us the way. Amongst the lined up store on both sides of the street, Baroness Lydia told us to stop in front of a small old store, in the outside there's a signboard displayed on top of the door written "Wizard Books&Spells Emporium". on the left side of the door, there are books on display behind a greenish window. Obviously, this world still doesn't have the technology to create clear glass. As we step inside the small store, I was flabbergasted, mostly because the inside was so much larger than the outside.

I reported what I'd seen to the women. - "The guard on the roof has to go." said Kima. - "Mine." said Fhaernala. "Just before we go in." - "I can deal with the door." said the raven-haired wizard. Pamna cast a spell over all of us. "Just a little added protection." she said. A hundred yards from the target, everyone halted while the elf and I went forward a little further. - "The building across from the bakery?" she said.

Zen wondered if maxed-levelled healers could cast all buffs simultaneously if the sliding bar were as big as the gauge. The stale loaf of bread transformed into a fragrant and nutritious snack in his hands. Zen looked at the rejuvenated bread and smiled. Although he wasn’t a baker or pâtissier, Zen knew enough basics. He wanted the food to be nutritionally balanced and great on the palate. As a result, his blessed bread turned out better than whatever Chef Melvin sold.