Read Novel Full Chapter 1191: New Class
Chapter 1191: New Class
Felicity’s entire body was glowing when she opened her eyes again. Her lips curved into an unrestrained, radiant smile. Pure, innocent joy was lighting her features up. It seemed the girl was truly happy.
Then she blinked, confused for a second, before suddenly jolting upright with a startled yelp.
"Ah!"
Feng was looking confused. "What now?"
"I–I got a class!" Felicity squealed. Her eyes were wide with excitement. "I became a Wizard!"
That caught Quinlan’s attention. He raised an eyebrow, studying her expression. "A Wizard, hm?"
She nodded quickly. "I just felt... something unlock inside me. My mana’s flowing easier. I can feel it!"
Quinlan had to smile at her innocent joy. Just awakening the Wizard class should not make her mana flow smoother; it was most certainly a placebo effect. Though what was true was that her Mana Points would receive a minor increase, which might’ve been what the girl was mistaking for an easier flow.
His voice came calm and thoughtful, looking to decipher the situation. "I presume you were given a [Mystical Elixir of Awakening] when you were a child?"
Felicity was breathless, her heart beating rapidly. "Yes... My mother gave it to me when I was a baby. But I never felt anything. Until now."
"Makes sense," Quinlan nodded, folding his arms.
Those elixirs were reserved for noble or royal children. When consumed at a young age, they remain dormant until the child matures, usually sometime between twelve and eighteen. When the body and soul reach stability - or so he theorized - the dormant energy would emerge and grant the class.
And, as this elixir lacked the Geim Root, which Aurora’s parents found was part of the true recipe, all of its consumers gained one single class.
That was unlike how the real elixir worked, which would grant its consumer a personified class, such as the Elemental Sovereign for Quinlan, who was striving for greatness and harboring not only immense ambitions but also incredible affinity for the elements.
Aurora, meanwhile, was a gentlehearted girl who wanted to protect her friends and family. Thus, she gained the Enchanter class, letting her boost and shield her loved ones.
One might wonder why Morgana would then give Felicity the incomplete elixir when they had access to Geim Roots, harvested from Rosie’s parent Geim and kept in the outpost where Iris was stationed?
That’s because they did not think of it as a drawback. Getting the Wizard class was basic, yes, but it meant all possible roads were kept open for the children. The idea was that children might change; giving them a specialized class from the full elixir might limit their future prospects.
Instead, it was best to give them the Wizard class, let the children experiment, and find their own path in life.
Quinlan glanced at Felicity with faint amusement in his eyes. "The basic foundation of all elemental paths... the Wizard. The simplest, yet most versatile. It’s the starting point to greatness."
Hearing his words, Felicity beamed brilliantly.
Feng crossed her legs. "But isn’t the timing a little too perfect? You’ve been sitting on that elixir for years, and it’s not like you became a teenager in this minute. Yet suddenly it awakens right after you’re subjugated?"
"... You’re suggesting my [Subjugation] triggered it?" Felicity asked, startled.
Feng shrugged. "I’m saying it’s way too neat to be a coincidence."
Quinlan nodded. "No doubt, it’s connected. The process of [Subjugation] forcibly links your soul to mine. If the elixir was dormant in your mana channels, my energy might’ve stirred it awake."
His gaze sharpened. "Let’s see what we’re working with, shall we?"
He raised a hand before murmuring under his breath. "[Slave Monitor]."
A faint ripple of power spread through the air as Felicity’s status manifested before his eyes. He willed it to manifest physically before them all.
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[Name: Felicity Primrose Amabelle Valorian]
Race: Human
Level: 1
XP: 0 / 100
Class: Wizard (Level 1)
Health Points: 50
Mana Points: 165 (150+10%)
Vitality: 5
Strength: 4
Agility: 6
Magic: 15 (12+25%)
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"You’ve officially stepped into the world of magic," Quinlan decreed. He was measuring her stats, noting how the Wizard class gave her a minor boost to Mana Points and medium to Magic.
However, even without it, her base Magic was 12. It signaled that she had great potential for being a mage, especially because she reached that stat by her age. He didn’t doubt she would reach a base 15 by the time she became a full-fledged adult.
Felicity looked at the window as it shimmered in her vision. Her eyes were shining with excitement and disbelief. "I... I finally have a class. After all these years."
Feng chuckled, stretching lazily like a cat before patting the princess’s back. "Good for you. Though those physical stats are leaving a lot to be desired... 50 Health Points..."
Feng had to bite back a laugh as she stared at the floating numbers. "50 Health Points..." she repeated, deadpan. "That’s barely higher than a housecat. You’d break apart if the wind hit you with mild strength."
Then she reached over, pinching the princess’s arm in search of any signs of musculature. "And these? These are tragic. So this is what 4 Strength feels like..."
"Jiai!" Felicity yelped before snapping her arm away and clutching it protectively.
Her cheeks flushed red. "What do you think you’re doing?!"
"Assessing the depth of your disappointment," Feng replied smoothly, reclining back with a smirk.
"Hey! I’ll beat you up!" Felicity stomped her foot in protest, but the gesture only made her look even cuter.
Feng felt negative levels of threat coming from the girl.
The room was filled with light laughter. Even Quinlan couldn’t help the small grin tugging at his lips as the two teens bickered. Rosie, from her usual perch atop his head, giggled as well, clearly entertained by the snarky back-and-forth.
After a few moments, Quinlan’s voice sounded, aimed at the girl who had been far too cheeky for her own good.
It was time he put Feng in her place. "Well then. Now that Felicity is officially part of our group, perhaps it’s time I start telling her a few interesting stories about her best friend here."
The effect was immediate.
Feng froze mid-laugh. Her head jerked toward him as if she’d just been doused in cold water. "No. You are forbidden from doing that!" she decreed, sitting up straight with uncharacteristic alarm.
Felicity’s expression brightened instantly. Mischief danced in her eyes as she turned to Quinlan. "Oh, I’d love to hear those stories! Please~" she begged with a sugary sweet tone.
"Hmm, hmm..."
"Why are you debating it?! Stop thinking!" Feng demanded.
It was Quinlan’s turn to feel negative levels of threat aimed right at him.
...
The conversation went on far longer than Quinlan had anticipated.
What began as playful teasing turned into a full-blown debate about honor, privacy, and the sanctity of friendship.
Feng kept throwing increasingly desperate counterarguments, while Felicity kept coming up with ever more creative reasons why she had to hear those stories.
By the time they were done, one thing was clear: both girls were having the time of their lives.
Laughter bounced off the walls, light and unrestrained. Felicity’s bright giggles mixed with Feng’s dramatic groans and cries of outrage. For a while, neither of them was princess nor combatant, noble nor outlaw. Just two young ladies discovering what it meant to be carefree.
Quinlan leaned back in his chair with a smile touching his lips. ’Both of them deserve this,’ he thought. After all the fear, the losses, the burdens neither of them should’ve had to bear so young, a few minutes of innocent laughter felt like a small miracle.
Above him, Rosie’s little legs dangled idly from her perch on his head. She hadn’t said a word the entire time, but her eyes sparkled with amusement. The tiny dryad’s attention never wavered, studying every nuance, every flicker of emotion, every smile, every burst of indignation.
It was fascinating to her. The way her father could nudge a conversation exactly in the direction he so desired was akin to watching magic that required no mana at all.
Then, Quinlan looked up into her eyes.
"It’s time."
Rosie blinked, caught mid-swing. "Time? Rosie is not tired!"
Quinln smirked at her outburst, then clarified, "You still have some of those magical flowers of yours left, right?"
A knowing grin curved her lips as she realized what he meant.
"Yes, Rosie has more flowers."