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In fact, there was no reason to refuse.
The ice spirit was only talking about swords now, but making a contract with a spirit wasn't just about getting a sword.
"Okay, let's do it. A contract."
"Kyaruru. Okay. It's been a long time since I've been involved in the human world. Maybe the fact that I passed by here today, and that you were awkwardly wielding an ice club here, are all blessings from the spirit god."
"Was I awkward?"
"Do you even have to ask? Your swordsmanship was terrible."
"...Thank you for making a contract with me, Ice Spirit."
"Good. Now, take my hand."
Glasier's hand was too small for Davian to hold.
Not knowing what to do, he put his thumb and forefinger together to make a small pincer shape.
"Kya! Cute. Were you trying to hold my hand like that just now?"
"Then how?"
Whoosh.
Davian's vision suddenly brightened and then darkened.
Glasier, the same height as Davian, was standing in front of him.
Every time her wings fluttered, silvery snowflakes fluttered.
What had looked like glass powder when Glasier was small now looked like individual snow crystal shapes.
Glasier, with her sky-blue hair and deep blue eyes like the sea, stretched out her hand.
"Here, take it now."
Now that she was bigger, her voice felt a little more mature.
"Oh, okay."
Davian took Glasier's hand.
At that moment, countless snowflakes fluttered around them.
"I, the ice spirit Glasier, declare that I will make a sacred spirit contract with... Hey, what did you say your name was?"
"Davian Naone."
"Sorry. Let's start over. I, the ice spirit Glasier, declare that I will make a sacred spirit contract with Davian Naone in front of me. Do you agree to this contract?"
Glasier mouthed, "Say yes. Yes."
"Yes."
The snowflakes fluttering around Davian and Glasier embraced them.
Davian felt that the snowflakes embracing him were both cold and warm.
A moment later.
"Done."
"Is the contract done now?"
"Yeah. Congratulations on becoming the contractor and friend of the ice spirit Glasier. Davian Naone."
"I feel a little dazed. Anyway, thank you. Contractor. Friend."
"I don't think you'll be as cool and strong as Erium, but still, practice your swordsmanship hard. It's ridiculous to wield my cool ice sword with such an awkward stance."
"Am I that awkward?"
"Yeah."
Davian thought he should go to the library tomorrow and find out who this Erium was and how great he was.
Medio Garden.
"Is everyone back?"
Luna answered Professor Sirims' question.
"Davian isn't here yet."
"Davian? What is he doing somewhere? Assistant, go in and find him."
"Yes, Professor."
It was then.
"Th-there!"
Davian pushed through the trees and entered the garden.
"That's! A spirit trace!"
"A spirit trace? Does that mean he made a contract with a high-level spirit?"
If you contract with a high-level spirit of a certain level or higher, the traces of the contracted spirit linger around your body for a full day.
Right now, pure white snowflakes were fluttering around Davian's body.
Even Professor Sirims stared at Davian with surprised eyes.
"Davian, are you coming back from making a contract with a spirit?"
"Yes, Professor."
At best, one or two students in a lucky class would hear the voice of a spirit on their first forest walk.
Occasionally, there were students who made a contract with a low-level spirit and appeared.
But a freshman coming out with a spirit trace on their first forest walk?
Even Professor Sirims had never seen it before. No, he had never even heard of it.
'What is that guy...'
Professor Sirims tried to act calm and asked.
"Well, what spirit did you contract with? Judging by the spirit trace fluttering around, it doesn't seem like an insignificant being."
"His name was Glasier. An ice spirit..."
"An ice spirit. So that's why such snow flower traces are fluttering. ...Wait! What did you say his name was?"
"Glasier."
"Glasier? Glasier, the friend of Erium Alcancia, the first king?"
"Huh? That's right. That's the name Glasier said. Erium."
Oops.
Davian immediately realized how foolish he had been.
Glasier's last contractor, Erium Alcancia.
He was the first king who founded the Alcancia Kingdom.
It was then.
"Oh? That old human seems to know Erium well?"
Glasier's voice.
When Davian turned his head, Glasier, who had shrunk back down, was fluttering her wings and floating in the air.
"Davian, should I tell you a secret?"
"What?"
"You know this forest? Do you know why it doesn't have a name? Do you still call it something like the forest behind Medio Garden?"
"Yeah. Is that right?"
"This forest... Erium gave it to me as a gift. When he asked me what the forest's name should be, I told him not to name it. Naming things is something only humans like."
"Ah... You must be a pretty great spirit?"
"Kyaruru. Cute. You'll find out soon enough."
Seeing Davian muttering to himself in the air, Professor Sirims asked.
"Is the spirit Glasier next to you, perhaps?"
"Huh? Yes. Can't you see him?"
Glasier laughed again.
"A spirit only shows itself to those it wants to show itself to."
Thud.
Professor Sirims knelt down on the spot.
"I greet the great spirit, the friend of King Erium, and the first contributor to the founding of Alcancia, Glasier."
Following Professor Sirims' determined attitude, the assistant knelt down first, and soon all the magic students knelt down towards the empty air next to Davian.
Davian, who didn't know much about spirits, felt something was wrong.
He had never heard of humans showing such respect to spirits.
At that moment, Glasier, who had been floating next to Davian, grew in size.
Glasier, now the same height as Davian, slowly walked forward.
Unlike before, it seemed that everyone else could see Glasier now.
Professor Sirims couldn't hide his moved expression.
"You must have studied history hard, old human. It's been quite a while."
"All citizens of the Alcancia Kingdom know that they must pay respect to Glasier."
Davian's posture became awkward at Professor Sirims' words.
It was awkward to kneel down after talking informally, and it was awkward to keep standing alone.
"Kyaruru. It's okay. It's been so long since then. I only showed myself because you old humans seemed so sincere. From today on, you don't have to pay respect to me anymore."
Glasier slowly backed away and stood next to Davian.
Glasier put her hand on Davian's shoulder.
"I'm not the ice spirit I used to be anymore. As you can see, I've made a contract with this fledgling here. I won't be able to exert as much power as I did when I was with Erium."
The power that a spirit can exert in the human realm is proportional to the total amount of mana possessed by the contractor.
The total amount of magic power, inner strength, and outer strength.
Davian has the magic power of a 6-star mage.
His inner strength and outer strength are still too embarrassing to show off.
This is a level that only two or three 7th graders in the entire Elton Academy barely reach.
It seems great when you look at it this way, but it's only limited to the academy.
Professor Sirims, who is kneeling on the floor right now, is a 9-star mage, and if you go to the National Magic Tower right now, you can meet dozens of 6-star mages in a day.
Glasier looked back at Davian and said.
"Then I'll go. Goodbye, fledgling."
"Ah, yes. Oh, okay."
"Be comfortable, be comfortable. Like you always do. My friend Davian. Kyaruru."
Sirims, seeing Glasier disappear, asked.
"Did she leave?"
"Yes."
Professor Sirims finally got up from the floor.
"How you met Glasier, how you made a contract. Can you come to my office and tell me?"
"Ah, yes. But there's no huge reason."
"Okay, today's class is over. Go back and eat dinner and do personal training. Ah, and the two students who succeeded in communicating with spirits today, please tell the assistant your names. That's all. Davian, come with me."
Professor Sirims' office.
"...So that's what happened. Davian, do you know anything about spirits?"
Davian was not interested in spirits.
That was because he had gone on forest walks eight times during the three iterations, but he had never heard the whispers of spirits.
"Actually, I don't know much."
"Then you probably don't know how Glasier became the first contributor to the founding of the country."
"I'm curious about that too. Is Glasier such a great spirit? I heard that she is the younger sister of Undine, the water spirit. Then aren't the four elemental high-level spirits, including Undine, stronger?"
"You're right. The four elemental high-level spirits are the four pillars that lead the spirit world. But."
Sirims picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip.
"The power that a spirit can exert in the human realm is proportional to the total amount of mana possessed by the contractor. In other words, the stronger the contractor, the stronger the spirit can exert influence in the human realm."
"Then the first king must have been so strong that Glasier had a great influence?"
"That's also true. But there's a bigger reason. At the time, Glasier only had one contractor. On the other hand, other high-level spirits have multiple contractors across the continent. Up to hundreds of people."
"So the more contractors there are, the more the spirit's influence is dispersed."
"That's right. You know that well."
"I guessed."
Professor Sirims chuckled.
"Anyway, it's good that you know. Then you know why I brought you here, right?"
Professor Sirims' eyes suddenly became burdensome.
"Professor, you think Glasier will only contract with one person this time, too."
"Glasier has not contracted with anyone since the first king. That means that, as you said, there is a high probability that she will only maintain a contract with one person this time."
I was just angry that I lost to Brenton in the sparring match, so I was just practicing swordsmanship and swinging an ice club.
Davian felt like he was caught up in something huge.
"Go back now."
"Yes, Professor."
Davian got up and headed for the door of the office.
Before leaving the door, Professor Sirims' voice was heard.
"Whether it's magic power, inner strength, or outer strength. Whatever it is, do your best to practice. If what Glasier wants is the same as King Erium, then you should focus on swordsmanship training for now."
"Yes, I understand."
After Davian left.
Professor Sirims leaned deeply into the sofa in his office.
'A magic genius who applied for a double major and Glasier who chose him...'
Maybe.
Maybe that guy can change the future of the Alcancia Kingdom.
A future of the Alcancia Kingdom that no longer reads the room of the Marino Empire and reigns over the world as it used to.
The image of Davian, who will grow in the future, was gently placed on the blueprint of the Alcancia Kingdom that Sirims dreams of.
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