Magic Books: Dangerous Desires

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Custard could sense my frustration as I stared at the overwhelming number of books before me. "Master, I am here to guide you. Which books are you interested in for now?" he asked.

Without hesitation, I replied in a deep voice, "Magic! I need to learn about magic and magicians. I want all the books that detail the intricacies of this art."

Custard's expression turned serious as he warned me, "Master, before I give you those books, I must caution you. Delving into the realm of magic can lead to dire situations from which there is no return. It is a topic that binds your soul until death. Magic can bring glory, but it can also taint your soul and take you to the depths of hell. Are you prepared, Master?"

His desperate warning only fueled my desire to explore the forbidden. "Your warning only makes me more curious, my little guardian," I replied with a smirk. "Trust in your heart, Custard. Even if I am haunted by your words or my soul becomes tainted, I have the strength to break free. Living in hell may even be preferable to living as a cowardly fool."

Custard cautioned me once more, "Master, it is good to be brave, but do not be a reckless fool who willingly jumps into the pits of hell."

Laughing, I dismissed his concerns. "Hahaha, worry not, my little one. Bring me the books."

Custard took flight and dropped a multitude of books beside me. They were all related to magic. Sensing my need for a place to sit, I requested a table and chair. But Custard had a different idea. He spoke in a sweet voice, "Master, this space is filled with energy. Simply imagine a chair and table, and the energy will condense into the form you desire."

As if by magic, a few minutes later, I found myself seated on a soft, cushioned chair with a neatly carved table before me. Books piled around me, making it difficult to choose where to begin. Custard flew towards me and perched on the table. "Master, if you are new to the topic of magic, I recommend you start with this book," he said, handing me a green book titled "Little Illusions."

I trusted Custard's guidance and started reading. The text was easy to comprehend, employing simple vocabulary. The book primarily discussed the nature of magic and what distinguished magicians from elementalists.

According to the book, magic was an art that transformed a caster's illusion into reality, utilizing the energy bestowed by the universal gods. While normal people and elementalists could not condense emotions like happiness, care, and love into tangible objects, magicians possessed an innate ability to do so. They could perceive these emotions in their surroundings and manipulate them to materialize their desires. The range of detectable energy varied among magicians, and in the past, those with the widest range held prominent positions.

Magic was an art that required precision and attention to detail. The illusion conceived by the caster needed to be well-defined, with precise angles and formulas. On the other hand, elementalists could only utilize the properties of their respective elements, such as fire's ability to burn and water's capacity to cool. Additionally, water had the unique ability to heal, as the human body is comprised of approximately seventy percent water.

As I absorbed the knowledge, the realization that I had created the table and chair through my illusions sparked my curiosity. I couldn't help but ask Custard, "How was I able to manifest these objects by condensing energy?"

Custard chuckled, amused by my inquiry. "Master, isn't that why this space is special? It is different from the outside world. Here, you can create objects from illusions. If you were a magician, you could develop your skills just as you would practice and enhance your elemental powers. This space possesses an abundance of energy and elemental power at your disposal. However, since you are not a magician, you lack the innate talent to detect the emotional energy magicians manipulate in the real world. Thus, you can only wield your powers within this space."

Ah, I understood now. While I couldn't use magic outside of this space, I could develop and refine my elemental abilities. The sheer magnificence of this revelation enthralled me. "Custard, can I bring someone else into this space?" I inquired, my gaze fixed on his eyes.

"Hmm, not now," Custard replied, his voice tinged with a dry smile. "But as this space evolves to higher levels, you may be permitted to bring strangers within its confines."

Before I could delve further into the matter, Custard spoke softly "Master it is time to return, though the limited time is not reached someone is pacing in front of your room since an hour and thirty minutes."
He chanted a series of inaudible words before I could speak, and suddenly, I found myself back in my bed. Confusion washed over me as I wondered how Custard could dismiss me from the space so abruptly. Would I be able to return? It was then that I noticed a small tattoo in the shape of a wing on my right wrist.

As I pondered my next move, a gentle but concerned voice interrupted my thoughts. "Master, are you alright? You've been locked in your room for hours," Lusav said, his worry evident.

Unbeknownst to me, eight hours had passed in the real world while I was lost within the confines of the magical space. My hunger suddenly made itself known, its rumbling audible even beyond the confines of my room. Lusav must have heard it.

Sighing, I realized that my bossy demeanor would be compromised by the incessant grumbling. "Very well, my caring servant. How can I ignore your call?" I flung open the door, met Lusav's concerned gaze, and whispered into his ear, "Quickly, I'm hungryyyyy."

In that moment, I strived to maintain the grace and dignity expected of a master, but my hunger got the best of me. The prospect of a delicious meal prepared by Lusav made me momentarily forget about the mysteries of magic and the enigmatic space that had consumed my attention.

Little did I know that my journey into the realm of magic had only just begun and the dark past that connected to my future was going to open up to me in thw coming months.

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