As countless thoughts flashed through Yuuki's mind—
A white-bearded elder suddenly appeared above the crowd, standing upon a floating magic carpet, his body emanating waves of brilliant green mana.
His sudden arrival immediately drew everyone's attention.
The hall that had been filled with murmurs fell silent at once. Every young mage-in-training turned their eyes toward him, tense and expectant.
"Welcome, bearers of destiny!"
"May your journeys ahead be filled with honesty, hope, and love!"
The old mage's voice echoed clearly through the Grimoire Tower. Though not loud, it reached every ear as if whispered beside them.
With that, the elder slowly descended from the air and landed upon the viewing platform before the gathered youths.
Yuuki's eyes grew solemn.
The grimoires bestowed by the Clover Kingdom bore the mark of the three-leaf clover, symbolizing honesty, hope, and love.
Above them was the four-leaf grimoire, representing good fortune—but such books were exceedingly rare, so rare they could be counted on one hand.
And beyond that existed the five-leaf grimoire, said to harbor demons—grimoires that embodied the power of darkness itself.
"I am the master of this Grimoire Tower," the old mage said, pausing for a moment before sighing lightly. "In all the years I've served here, we haven't had a single person who went on to become a Magic Knight of real merit, let alone the Wizard King himself. I truly hope that one among you will rise to that level someday!"
After his words of encouragement, the elder cleared his throat sharply. The sound brought everyone back to attention.
"Let the Grimoire Bestowal Ceremony begin!"
A ripple of excitement ran through the crowd.
The old mage spread his arms wide, his expression brightening into a faint smile.
At once—
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Beams of multicolored light burst forth from the bookshelves around the hall.
Hundreds of glowing grimoires lifted from their shelves, floating into the air above the awestruck youths.
Then, one after another, they began descending—each seeking out its rightful owner.
"Whoa! This one's mine?"
"Mine's bigger than yours!"
"Hah, but mine's thicker!"
"With this, I can finally leave the village and go to the capital!"
Cheers and laughter spread like wildfire.
Some rejoiced; others hung their heads in disappointment, comparing the size and thickness of their grimoires.
A grimoire's appearance often reflected its owner's potential—at least to some extent.
Yuuki's gaze fixed on the one floating before him, glowing faintly with silver light. For once, his calm composure wavered, and he felt a genuine surge of excitement.
"So this is… my grimoire?"
He whispered under his breath, reaching out to take it.
The moment his hand touched the cover, the silver radiance faded, replaced by a faint pulse of energy. A connection—intimate and unshakable—formed between them, as if the book were now an extension of his very body.
And then—
He felt it.
The mana within him, which had long since hit its limit, suddenly began to stir.
It was like a full container being expanded, the capacity of his magical energy growing with every passing second.
The sensation wasn't instantaneous—it grew gradually, continuing as his body and soul adapted to the grimoire's power.
After the initial rush, Yuuki calmed himself. He already understood this much—those who possessed grimoires stood on an entirely different level from those who didn't.
The difference wasn't merely in magic, but in mana itself.
"So it's just as I thought… this ceremony isn't the work of a god, but a manifestation of some kind of world rule."
He muttered quietly, examining the silver-bound grimoire in his hands.
It was of average size, marked with silver patterns and a three-leaf clover crest.
No four-leaf.
Yuuki hadn't expected one—but still, a small part of him felt disappointed.
Worse yet—
The grimoire was thin.
Flipping it open, he found only four blank pages.
His heart sank.
A grimoire's number of pages symbolized how many spells its owner could master.
In other words—four pages meant only four spells. It was a clear measure of his limited magical aptitude.
But then—
New information flooded his mind.
The moment he sensed the spells written into his grimoire, his gloom vanished, replaced by utter shock.
"Replication… Magic?"
Yuuki's eyes widened in disbelief.
He had almost mistaken it for the "Imitation Magic" used by Rhya, one of the Third Eye from the Eye of the Midnight Sun—one of the elves' "Ten Apostles of Sephirah."
Rhya's Imitation Magic allowed him to copy another's spells and even cast them with greater power than the original user.
Yuuki had admired that ability ever since watching the anime. He'd never imagined he would awaken something similar.
Yet there was a difference.
While Rhya wielded "Imitation Magic," Yuuki's was something else entirely—Replication Magic.
Two names that sounded alike… but carried vastly different meanings.
His grimoire granted two distinct abilities:
① Move Replication – The power to replicate a spell's technique.
② Full Replication – A more complex ability whose details Yuuki had yet to fully grasp.
"I'll need to experiment to understand it completely…" he murmured.
Then a smile spread across his face.
"No wonder my mana has always manifested in such unpredictable ways. So this is why. I like it… this magic suits me."
Still, the feeling was bittersweet.
"I'm not sure whether I should be happy… or worried."
The discovery overturned his previous plans.
Yuuki had never intended to join the Magic Knights. He had no ambition to become the Wizard King—if anything, he considered that position the most dangerous in the entire Clover Kingdom.
The capital, the kingdom's heart, was also the eye of every storm. Far too risky for someone like him.
But Replication Magic changed everything.
Like Imitation Magic, it wasn't inherently offensive—but it was powerful beyond measure.
Because rather than developing his own spells, Yuuki could acquire them through replication.
In essence—he could bypass the slow growth of a normal mage and rapidly build immense combat potential.
The drawback, of course, was that his strength depended entirely on the spells he managed to copy—and on how much mana he could expend.
And there was only one place in the Clover Kingdom where the strongest mages and the widest variety of magic could be found.
"The Magic Knights…"
Yuuki's eyes flickered with determination.
(End of Chapter)
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