Novel & Cerita Magi Craft Meister

The entire room was art—crafted to seduce, to weaken, to make anyone who stepped in feel the weight of their own desires. Besides Jasmine, Seraphina exhaled in awe. “Do you see this?” she whispered, her voice trembling with admiration. “The money poured into this place? The prestige? Imagine what it would mean to be chosen by one of them. Just a month as a submissive, and our lives would change.”

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

Another way to appeal to non-magic users to sell and make money. It took a lot longer than I would like to admit, but I can now proudly say that I can tell the difference between most common potions. Knowing that it is a skill that witches need to have in order to progress in their learning, I made sure to take whatever notes I could on each potion I made. A grueling process that has helped me better in another important skill. I’m also able to create the most common potions.

"Truth or dare, new girl." She hated me because she was a witch and I was a magi. She practised dark magic and I practised elemental magic, well a version of it. I hadn't mastered any of the elements yet which was why I was a magi. You are promoted to mage only when you master an element and to grand magus when you master them all. There was a school for that, I vaguely remember from when my mother had told me.

“I’ll take my leave first. If there’s anything you need, feel free to call for me.” Wystan did not stay long and left the main hall. Mia and Mago began to talk about their experiences. Afterward, Mia pulled Mago over to James and introduced them to each other. “Mago, this is James. He’s the new master of Mount Nothingness. He’s the one that gave the order to save you.” Mago had a disheveled appearance but still emitted a noble aura. He looked at James and said lightly, “With my strength, I would’ve gotten out of that place soon.”

Which, unfortunately, is sporadic for me. Because I can’t focus. Or because I’m the worst mage in mage history. “Hey, Magus, I called softly ahead of me.” “Yes?” He turned around. I knew because I could barely see the silhouette of his head and shoulders. And I heard the rustling of branches and the crunch of twigs. “If you know how Beasts came to be. How did mages emerge?” “It’s said that the great Fey King bred them himself.” Magus said simply. “That’s how it’s written in the histories.”

As Kyra walked down the hallway, Mia called out playfully, "Don't rush too fast! I know you're desperate to see your Master again. Bet your heart's doing flips." Kyra blushed deeply, her cheeks blooming pink as she turned back with a shy wave. "Mia!" she whispered, her voice a gentle protest, but she couldn't hide the small, amused smile. She hurried away, her steps light and quick, like a kitten scampering from a teasing hand.

[High Mage Suit - Tier IV] -Mage suit produced and worn by the mages of Brightswing Empire. +10% Physical Resistance + Increased Mana regeneration Oh my God, that's pretty dope! It would be fun to use my craft skills on this. It's time to harness my imagination to make it even better! [Craft- Possesses the ability to manipulate any substance into whatever the host can imagine] This is some sweet shit right here. Having examined my surroundings, I cannot find any items that I could modify this suit with but I could extract metal from the ores I found in the dungeon.

LYRA "I don't trust her Damien. I need to lure her down to get to Magnus, she's gullible enough to think I'm stupid enough to fall for her tricks" Sage says through his phone call My lips quivered as I peeped through his room standing like a statue as his words reached my hearing. Every piece of my heart-shattering. "She has to produce an heir for me before I reject her and I'm sure by that time we've gotten to achieve our main goal," He says yet again.

I think I should rest now but I’m not tired yet and I haven’t reached my goal yet— to release energy and form it into a weapon like a sword or something. “You can do it Crystal.” I whispered to myself before letting a huge amount of black energy out of my hands, just enough for me to create an output. I imagined a bow and an arrow and tried to make it out of my magic by slowly moving my hands in the air but I just ended up being surrounded by black smoke. I never thought that doing an enchanted craft can be this hard but how can a respectable school accept someone like me who only knows how to release her magic and knows nothing beyond it?