Vol. 6 Ch. 23

Rosvisser sat alongside Leon, watching the final segment of memories stored within the recording crystal.

The images and voices were faint and indistinct, but it was possible to make out a conversation about a crown.

Among the speakers, one was her grandmother, Veronica, while the other addressed her as "mother."

Which meant that the other two blurry figures in this memory...

Were Rosvisser's parents.

She had never met them, yet she had unknowingly preserved their presence deep in her memory.

As the recording ended, Rosvisser took a moment to gather herself, slowly coming back to reality.

She raised her head to look at Leon.

"I also heard the talk about the crown. So, when Grandmother mentioned that they were completing something great, she was referring to this crown?"

Sensing Rosvisser’s unsettled emotions, Leon didn’t press further on the topic. Instead, he gently asked,

"Do you want to talk about your parents first?"

Rosvisser shot him a glance, pondered for a moment, then shook her head.

Leon arched an eyebrow and softly asked, "You don’t want to?"

"It’s not that. It’s just… I don’t know what to say," Rosvisser replied. "My sister and I never met them when we were little. We know nothing about their past or experiences. Grandmother never even told us their names. When it comes to our parents..."

She rubbed her temples, struggling to continue. "Even though I’d like to talk about them with you, I don’t know where to start. As for how I feel now…"

"You seem to be feeling a lot better," Leon observed gently. Rosvisser even managed a soft smile.

She clasped Leon’s hand and intertwined their fingers.

"Being with you makes me feel a lot better, Leon. So don’t worry about me. Let’s talk about the crown instead."

Feeling the warmth of her hand, Leon relaxed slightly. "Alright…"

The couple headed to Rosvisser’s study. She walked to the bookshelf and, as she searched through it, spoke to Leon without turning around.

"In all the history I’ve studied, only one event mentions a crown."

“In ancient times on the Samail Continent, the world was shrouded in chaos. All life was extinguished, and nothing could flourish.”

“It was the Dragon God Tiamat who used her supreme divine power to dispel the chaos and, with the help of several primordial deities, accomplished the monumental task of creating the heavens.”

“Afterward, Tiamat, along with these deities, brought life and vitality to the newly formed Samail Continent.”

“The Dragon God vanished, but she left behind the seeds of our dragon race, which have endured to this day.”

“When eternal night descended, the God of Light, Apollo, ignited the sun.”

“When sentient beings awoke, the God of Wisdom, Metis, taught them the essentials for survival.”

“When order collapsed, the God of Time, Chronos, wove the Web of Time to ensure the proper functioning of laws and principles.”

Rosvisser finished her search and gathered several ancient tomes, placing them on the table.

"But no matter what kind of primordial deity, to achieve the miracles recorded in these books, they had to pay corresponding prices."

Leon, knowing little about the ancient history of Samail, listened attentively.

“Prices?”

“Mm,” Rosvisser nodded, explaining further.

“To create the dragon race, Tiamat willingly confined herself, leaving behind Noah and her primordial power to guide the newly born dragons.”

“Apollo used himself as the kindling to reignite the long-extinguished sun.”

“As sentient beings evolved, they no longer contented themselves with living in caves or competing with beasts for food. In the process of their ever-growing desires, Metis’s divine power was consumed bit by bit until she ultimately vanished from the world.”

“And to maintain the stability of the Web of Time, Chronos was eternally bound to the Throne of Time, unable to take even a single step away.”

Leon mused thoughtfully, “This is history I’ve never heard before…”

“It’s not surprising. Humans have only risen as a dominant race on the Samail Continent in the past hundred years. Their reverence for and reliance on magic isn’t as profound as that of the older races, so it’s natural they wouldn’t delve deeply into such histories.”

Rosvisser paused for a moment, then turned to Leon.

"Now that we’ve understood the relationship between the primordial deities and the miracles they created, we can move on to the main topic—the Five Element Crown."

"The Five Element... Crown? That sounds—"

"Sounds like a tale about a tiger, a bear, a monkey, a crane, and a deer (just kidding)," she teased.

Rosvisser’s tone shifted as she continued, "The five basic elements of the Samail Continent—Earth, Water, Wind, Fire, and Thunder—are the foundation of elemental magic."

"Today’s so-called elemental magic is entirely derived from these five basic elements through various combinations, except for spatial magic, which belongs to a different category altogether."

"For example, when analyzing the range of magical elements present, you’ll find that all awakenings, like Moon’s twin awakening, fall within these five elements without exception."

"This is the basis for the material world of Samail and the cornerstone of the magical framework. It’s a foundation that cannot be broken."

Leon nodded, recalling his own lessons about the five basic elements.

"Humans, even as they advanced their pursuit of magic, couldn’t bypass these foundational concepts in their studies," he remarked, encouraging Rosvisser to continue.

"Since everything in Samail was created by the primordial deities, magic is no exception," she explained.

"The deity responsible for the five foundational elements was called Res."

"Some believe Res was merely the god of thunder, but according to dragon historians, most agree that Res was the originator of all five elements."

"Much like the primordial deity Metis, Res created and disseminated the concept of magic. But over time, the beings of the world weren’t satisfied, and Res’s divine power was drained as a result."

Leon raised a hand, as if he were a student in a lecture.

"Yes, Leon?" Rosvisser responded with a smirk.

"Professor Melkvey, I’d like to ask—if Res was a primordial deity, why couldn’t he prevent his power from being drained?"

Rosvisser nodded thoughtfully, providing an explanation.

"The so-called 'draining' isn’t about direct theft as we might imagine. The primordial deities had already merged with everything in Samail, so any changes to the continent naturally impacted them."

Leon’s curiosity deepened. "Can you give me an example?"

"For instance," Rosvisser began, "Tiamat planted seeds of wisdom. Cultivating these seeds required nurturing and growth. The nourishment needed for this process came from Tiamat herself. Over time, her divine power was depleted."

Leon, catching on quickly, extrapolated, "So when Res spread magic, as everyone’s magical abilities grew stronger, it consumed Res’s divine power, right?"

"Exactly," Rosvisser confirmed.

She continued, "When Res’s life force was nearly extinguished, he imbued his remaining power into a crown, attempting to preserve the last traces of the primordial deities."

"But this crown was eventually discovered by others, sparking a war to claim the Five Element Crown."

"The crown was lost during a war that lasted for centuries," she explained.

"Some say it was found and hidden by a powerful faction, while others believe it was broken into five fragments and scattered across the Samail Continent."

"To this day, the Five Element Crown, representing Res’s divine power, remains lost to history."

Rosvisser paused, her gaze contemplative.

"My parents spent centuries searching for it… I think it was probably to prevent some kind of crisis. The memory fragments even hinted that the crown’s fate tied directly to the survival of something significant."

Leon, visibly impressed, remarked, "This is really eye-opening. But how do you know so much about this history?"

Rosvisser smiled mysteriously, patting the stack of books and thick notes on the table.

"Have you forgotten? My graduation thesis at St. Heath’s Academy was about the five foundational elements. That’s when I came across this history."

"Ah, that makes sense," Leon replied with a chuckle.

"Yep, that’s it. So, thank you, Leon~ junior~," Rosvisser teased with a playful tone.