Meanwhile, Drayken was meditating, trying to absorb as much mana as he had lost before.
As a member of the dragon race, even though he was only level one, his mana affinity was already high. With the special title effect he had gained from the main body and the vast mana of this world, several times greater than that of his previous one...
His Mana Core was completely filled to the brim in just a day!
After reaching his limit, he slowly opened his eyes, his brows knitting into a frown.
To progress further, he was completely clueless. He didn't know anything about this world's magic system.
"This is really the limit of my main body's world?"
He touched his chin.
Knock-knock!
Just as he was contemplating further, he heard a knock at the door and looked toward it.
"Who is it?"
"Milord, I have been sent by Her Majesty to take care of you," a pleasant voice came from outside.
"I see."
Drayken nodded and stood up from his bed before opening the door. Standing before him was a beautiful woman with two exquisite horns and small wings sprouting from her back.
She was dressed in a black maid uniform, her head bowed in respect.
"Hmm." Drayken looked at her without speaking, his gaze thoughtful for a moment.
"Young Master." She extended a book toward him with both hands.
"What's this?"
Looking at the unfamiliar text in front of him, Drayken frowned in confusion.
"This is a book on magic knowledge, Milord. The lady has sent it to you… along with me," the woman explained.
"Is it a two-for-one deal?" he chuckled.
"Umm…"
"Very well, come inside."
Drayken shook his head and stepped back into the room. The woman bit her cherry lips before finally following him in, locking the door behind her.
"So, teach me?"
"Eh?" The woman blinked, momentarily confused.
"What's your name?"
"Lilia."
"So, Lilia, weren't you sent by that… woman because I don't know the language needed to study this book?"
Lilia opened her mouth as if to respond, hesitated for a moment, then smiled.
"That's exactly the case, young master. Let me teach you how it works."
"Haha, great." Drayken clapped his hands in appreciation.
'He's quite naive,' Lilia thought to herself as she observed him.
"So, tell me, what does it say?"
"It's a detailed explanation of magic and how it works—the magic patterns and how they are constructed. Once you form a core and fill it with mana, you will officially be recognized as a Mage Acolyte."
"After becoming a Mage Acolyte, one must choose a spell to specialise in and engrave it onto their core, successfully becoming a First-Circle Mage."
"I see. So how do spells work, then?" Drayken asked curiously. Visualisation was a method, but he knew it wasn't always effective.
A battle is decided in the blink of an eye. As a war-hungry race blessed with magic, Dragons would never choose the dull path of long-range attacks.
"Didn't you hear me? You need to carve it into your core."
"Eh?!" Drayken was stunned, his eyes widening in disbelief as he stared at her.
"You mean… I can only have one spell?"
"You can only have one spell when you reach the rank of a First-Circle Mage. If you advance to the Second Circle, you can carve another. The more circles you attain, the more spells you can wield."
"I see. Anything else?"
"Yes. To advance through each circle, your bloodline level must improve as well."
"Why?" Drayken frowned; he found it strange, shouldn't the bloodline and mana core should be completely unrelated?
"It's a consensus: with a lower level bloodline, you wouldn't be able to accumulate molecules in the core quickly, and your manipulation of mana would also be weaker," Lilia explained casually.
"So that's the case, huh? Since I've broken through my duckling bloodline and reached level one Dragon Bloodline, my limit is first circle?"
"That's correct," Lilia nodded.
Drayken fell silent for a moment. This might apply to other dragons, but for him, who had a talent which could basically be considered as cheating and the unique system all Awakeners possessed, everything felt different.
In this system, hard work and talent were recognized through titles and achievements.
He had already leveled up his mana control and even received the title
"What's wrong?" Lilia asked, noticing Drayken's dazed expression.
"Nothing," he replied, shaking his head. "Will you teach me your language first, so that I don't need your help every time?"
"Okay," she agreed, and began to teach him on the spot.
For Drayken, now a level one dragon, learning the language of this world was easy. It felt instinctual to him. Dragons could communicate even without words, but for convenience, a language had been developed, closely tied to their bloodline.
After all, writing was necessary if they wanted to pass down their knowledge. In just an hour or two, Drayken was able to grasp the basics of the language.
Once he had a handle on that, he delved deeper into learning about the magic of this world and its background through Lilia's teachings.
As an underling of Eleanor, Drayken possessed significant power and authority. He could embark on missions or participate in the arena to prove himself and earn fame for his master, Eleanor.
Hearing the term "master" left Drayken feeling dissatisfied, but he knew there was no other choice. He was, after all, just a mere prisoner in this strange world.
"Now, do you have anything more to ask?" Lilia inquired.
"Can I establish a sub-cult to rule within the human kingdom?" Drayken asked.
"Why would you need that?" she narrowed her eyes at him. "If you think you can go back to being human, then…"
"I don't have any feelings for the natives here, but I want to go there to face danger and grow stronger."
Lilia closed her eyes for a moment, then let out a sigh. "Alright, I will speak to my lady."
"Thank you," Drayken replied, offering her a sweet smile.