Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe - Chapter 397

Chapter 397: Spiritual Aspect
There are 8 Schools of Magic which can further be divided into 2 aspects – physical and spiritual.

The Schools of Invocation, Alteration, and Warding fell within the physical aspect of magic. Whereas, the Schools of Enchantment, Illusion, and Divination fell under the spiritual aspect of Magic.

Meanwhile, the two remaining Schools of Magic—Summoning and Necromancy—were considered special. In that, they belonged to both aspects of magic.

In the past, whenever Adam cast spells from the Schools of Illusion, Enchantment, Divination, and Summoning, he always felt that the existence of the white lotus strengthened the output of these spells.

This led him to believe that the lotus had some connection to the spiritual aspect of magic.

However, it wasn’t until he had delved deeper into the mysteries of the white lotus, that he realized that it wasn’t the spiritual aspect of magic that it was connected to, but the Spirit World itself.

During those times when he was completely bedridden and unable to move physically, he would spend most of his time in his spirit sea, studying the secrets that the white lotus held.

After gaining the ability to wield the white lotus, it was as if a new door had opened before him.

And beyond this door…

Lay the secrets of the soul!

Adam had put a lot of thought into what he wanted to pursue at this institute for higher arcane studies.

He was proficient in illusions and enchantment and believed that with time he could truly master them on his own.

As for divination, it was different from other Schools of Magic in that it required the Magus to have a natural talent for it. One simply couldn’t study hard and excel at it.

That’s why Divination Magi were so rare.

Adam, despite having the white lotus, wasn’t confident in embarking on this path. Moreover, he also wasn’t interested in learning this magic.

Now, all that remained was Necromancy. For some strange reason, he felt a natural aversion to this School of Magic. He credited this to his natural affinity with magic.

Moreover, practicing the Five Elemental Codex transformed his mana into a very pure form of energy. This wouldn’t work well if he were to practice dark magic.

So, in the spiritual aspect of magic, the School of Summoning was his only choice. Furthermore, he was also quite fascinated by this form of magic.

As far as the physical aspect of magic was concerned, he didn’t put much thought into those schools for the moment.

It would be counterproductive since he was the wielder of the white lotus, an artifact that enhanced spells from the spiritual side of magic.

Adam raised his head and glanced at Professor Whitaker, his eyes twinkling with fascination. He took a deep breath and answered, “Having the ability to call forth creatures and entities from the Spirit World, isn’t that amazing?”

Professor Whitaker was slightly taken aback by his answer, or rather question. “Excuse me?”

“They say the Spirit World is countless times bigger than our material world,” Adam began, his lips forming an excited smile.

“So many interesting creatures inhabit this mystical plane that we don’t even know the full scope of it. The knowledge that the residents of the Spirit World possess is immense.”

He paused for a moment before passionately speaking, “I wish to learn what they know! I wish to interact with them, and maybe share a cup of wine. I wish to travel to the myriad wonders of the Spirit World!”

At that moment, Adam was like a little kid talking about his favorite toy. Magic always did bring out the inner child in him.

Seeing the raven-haired youth speak with such genuine emotions, Professor Whitaker found herself in a daze.

For a moment, she could see the silhouette of a young girl overlapping with Adam’s. But the next moment, the light in her eyes turned solemn and she sternly asked, “You speak of the Spirit World like its child’s play. Do you even know the dangers found within this realm?”

Sensing the sudden change in the old Magus’s emotions, Adam wondered if he had said something wrong.

Nonetheless, he spoke with great fervor, “I understand your concern, Professor. I have been to the Spirit World several times and know just how dangerous each journey can be.”

Several times? Professor Whitaker thought to herself with slight skepticism, wondering if the youth in front of her was lying.

“You know of the risks, yet you wish to embark on this path?”

“Of course!” Adam spoke without hesitation. “If I waver in the face of risks and dangers, then how can I pursue the truth?”

Professor Whitaker was deeply touched by Adam’s words. She gestured for him to continue.

“Nothing ventured, nothing gained,” said Adam with a slight chuckle. “I know this statement seems foolhardy, but I truly believe in it.

“With rigorous study, ample preparation, and above all, respect for the beings we summon from the Spirit World, I believe those risks can be mitigated.”

A long silence pervaded the room as Professor Whitaker contemplated Adam’s words. Only the sound of the crackling wood in the fireplace could be heard in the office.

Professor Whitaker softly sighed, “You have given this much thought, haven’t you?”

Adam nodded with a smile.

“Very well,” began the old professor, “your reasoning is sound and your passion is clear.”

She got up from her seat and walked toward the door. Adam too got up and followed.

“The School of Summoning is a path that requires intellect and courage,” she said while opening the door.

She glanced at Adam and smiled warmly, “I believe you have the potential to excel in this school.”

Adam’s eyes lit up and he grinned, “Thank you, Professor. I won’t disappoint you.”

“Alright now head to your dorm room. Don’t be late for class tomorrow.”

Adam sincerely bowed before leaving. “Good night, Professor.”

Professor Whitaker slowly closed the door, the smile on her face gradually vanishing, replaced by grief. She walked toward the fireplace and gently clasped a small portrait placed atop the mantlepiece.

It was a portrait of a young girl with long burgundy hair, wearing the gray cloak of Saratoga Castle. In the portrait, she was smiling cheerfully.

Professor Whitakers aged fingers gently caressed the surface of the portrait. “He’s just like you… a fool who wishes to wander the Spirit World.”

Her eyes turned teary and she softly muttered, “I won’t make the same mistake I made with you…

“I won’t.”