Chapter 9: How Did You Become a Mage?

As the stabilizer disengaged, the words before Ron’s eyes began to form vivid images in his mind. Vivienne’s figure appeared clearly and vividly in front of him.

“No, why is your entire body ablaze, but your clothes are completely unharmed?” Ron’s mouth twitched slightly as he observed the scene.

There was no denying that Vivienne was among the top beauties in Ron’s harem from five thousand years ago, so much so that he struggled to find the right words to describe her stunning appearance.

However, beauty was not Vivienne’s greatest asset.

Her golden hair shimmered with a faint reddish glow under the sunlight and flickering flames, and her golden eyes radiated with the lively curiosity befitting a young maiden.

Her deep blue magical robe seemed ill-fitting, the overly protruding front lifting the entire hem awkwardly.

Vivienne’s legs were not slender; after all, she was not a delicate beauty drawn in an illustration. She lacked that rare trait where one maintains a slim figure yet has certain parts impressively well-shaped. Even wrapped in sheer black stockings, Ron could sense the vigorous flesh beneath yearning to burst forth.

Come to think of it, I might have invented stockings in this world, Ron thought inexplicably.

Such strong, meaty legs—he almost wanted to take a bite.

Ron half-joked to himself, and then he saw the viewpoint rushing toward Vivienne.

Oh no! You don’t actually want to bite, do you?!

Ron quickly regained his composure, stopping himself, and then heard Vivienne’s reply: “Because they are the enemies.”

The enemies?

While putting the stabilizer back on, Ron pondered Vivienne’s words.

This was Vivienne’s old problem.

Her magic always caused major issues with the target of her spells.

Every spell aimed at an enemy inevitably ended up affecting herself.

Even the most basic magic missile would, after flying a certain distance, turn around and strike her.

“...” Ron finally understood why Vivienne’s magic missiles were so weak.

As the most fundamental magic in the Resonance Spirit Realm, magic missiles needed to accelerate over a certain distance after casting to reach their maximum power.

Hence, orthodox mages would curve the missile's trajectory to maximize its power within a limited range and to keep enemies guessing.

But the missiles Vivienne cast would, upon exceeding a certain range, inevitably hit herself, so she never dared to let them fully accelerate, resulting in their mediocre power.

Among all her spells, magic missiles were actually quite good—they at least struck the enemy.

Spells without trajectories that directly hit enemies were even worse—once released, they immediately affected Vivienne herself.

The very spell Ron had just taught her was exactly this type.

“I mean… how on earth did you become a mage with this constitution?” Ron asked, slightly speechless, looking at Vivienne.

“My teacher said I have top-tier magical talent and brought me along,” Vivienne replied, simultaneously rubbing something in her hands.

Skin care at a time like this? She’s really quite the little girl.

Sizzle—

Vivienne held the fish she had just caught in her hand, and as the flames scorched it, the aroma of grilled fish wafted toward Ron.

“Hehe! Ron, grilled fish!” Vivienne offered the cooked fish to him.

Do you seriously have the mood to grill fish right now?!

Ahhhh! Don’t you realize how severe your condition is?! This constitution means you can’t properly use ninety percent of the world’s magic!

Curiously, you took a bite.

“...” No! Why are you eating?!

The grilled fish made by a beautiful girl carried a unique fragrance.

You glanced down at Vivienne’s feet.

Bang!

Ron slammed his head heavily against a nearby lamppost.

Don’t think about such weird things at times like this! I’m not a pervert anymore!

The sudden headache snapped you back to reality.

You seriously asked Vivienne, “What about buff spells? Do the buffs you cast on yourself also have similar problems?”

Vivienne, happily eating grilled fish, nodded at your question: “Yes, they end up blessing the enemy.”

Attack spells hitting yourself, buff spells blessing the enemy—what kind of nightmare teammate is this?

You pondered, then strode elegantly to Vivienne’s feet, looking up to speak.

You stared blankly, then took a few steps back.

You still couldn’t see Vivienne’s face.

So, you stepped back a few more times, finally catching a glimpse of half of Vivienne’s face.

“What about area spells? Area spells,” she said, “They can hit enemies, but I can’t choose the center. Usually, the damage bursts around me.”

Alright then...

From the current situation, Vivienne was completely unsuited to be a team mage.

Through the Demon King Cat’s perspective, Ron roughly understood the peculiarity of Vivienne’s constitution.

She couldn’t subjectively choose her spell’s target, making most single-target offensive spells unusable, and group spells only suitable for when she ventured alone into enemy territory.

But as a trade-off, her spells always possessed some special properties.

Her area spells were significantly more powerful, and when offensive spells hit herself, they produced unique effects.

Like her current state, for example.

The spell Ron taught her was a custom burning magic that could burn away the enemy’s mana and buffs but caused little physical harm.

On Vivienne, this spell would burn away her negative buffs and convert that energy into her own strength…

Wait… why does a mage have effects that warriors envy?

But this didn’t mean all offensive spells were beneficial to Vivienne—she still took damage.

Ron sat on a bench by the roadside, trying hard to recall memories from ten years ago.

The shattering of the Demon King’s soul only cost him his authority and power; he still remembered some magic, especially the strange ones he had personally developed.

Unfortunately, the differences in world rules prevented Ron from practicing these magics himself, and Demon King Cat lacked a true body. Currently, Vivienne was the only one on whom he could practice Demon King magic.

But Vivienne’s constitution…

Suddenly, Ron seemed to have an idea.

“I have some magic you might want to try learning,” he said proudly, tilting his head back.

“Oh? You have magic suitable for me?” Vivienne’s eyes lit up, and she grabbed him excitedly. “What is it?! What is it?!”

“Some magic that applies negative effects to yourself…” You twisted your body, but found yourself sinking deeper and deeper.

Why is this pit so deep!