I Became My Healer Elf Character - Chapter 105

Chapter 105: White Dragon Faeyami

The school was a monument that stood the test of time. It covered many acres and stretched across the land. White statues stood around, and tall pearly gates made up the entrance. Even the ground was made with slabs of polished rock.

Hikari looked at the place in wonder. “I wonder if that author will be here. You think they’ll let us in right now?”

Ayase shrugged. “It should be the student’s day off today, so we should be allowed to tour around. There may be facilities that are closed off to us though.”

The elf moved forward and presented her trinket to the gate guard.

It was a golem warrior, and he accepted them. “You may pass.”

With only those three words, the group entered onto the campus grounds. Despite it being an off day, people were moving around between buildings. Many of the students carried books.

Hikari watched as a spire rotated in the distance. Each building seemed to have its own theme. For the rotating tower, it looked to be a place for golem research. However, Hikari didn’t have much interest in golems if she was honest. She was merely interested in the academy’s library and the healing school.

She made her way to the library first. It was structured like one of those old roman buildings with large columns holding up the front, and the ornate door had the paintings of a dragon. High up on the walls, there were stained glass windows with more dragon paintings or paintings of gods.

The moment they walked inside, they felt the serene and quiet atmosphere. A long book keepers table stood at the entrance. There a crystal dwarf rifled through books. He didn’t even look up from his page turning to greet them, only speaking a few words.

“Treat all books with care, visitors. Stay on the first floor.”

Hikari saw stairs further away, leading to the second floor. She nodded to the dwarf but didn’t say anything.

Her eyes were too focused on the rows and rows of books making up the lower level. Each wooden book shelf was long and contained hundreds of books. All of them were filed neatly, and each section of the library detailed what its purpose was. There were books on magic, history, fantasy, and so much more.

The elf started with the magic section, finding the subsection on healing magic.

Attached to the book shelf were some helpful notes, pointing out which authors were the best in the section.

“This makes things much easier,” Hikari whispered.

“Master, can I go look around the history section?” The dragon asked quietly.

“Go ahead, you’re all free to do as you please here. Just don’t make too much noise.”

Hikari watched each of them head in their own directions. Though, I wonder why Kurayami took an interest in history? She never seemed to care about such things before.

The elf shook her head and began thumbing through the books on healing magic. She found the one that was the most regarded among all of them. It seemed to be a personal take on the magic school, and the book was called Healing Magic: My Personal Discoveries.

Hikari grabbed that book and several others before finding a place to sit down. The author of the book was well regarded, and the opening page paid homage to all of the people who helped her.

However, upon diving into the book, the elf was a bit stunned. The information was mostly rudimentary and general. It said that healing magic was a subclass of light magic or water magic, but the former was much more potent. And it listed several of the known spells.

The author of the book claimed that resurrection with light magic alone was impossible. That it was likely to go beyond even the realm of gods. Revival of a life that has been dead for some time requires the combination of Soul Magic. Even if such a thing was possible for mortals, it goes against the very nature of the world.

Nature…that term reminded Hikari of the magic of the elves in the forest. The faeries had been able to master usage of nature magic, and healing came to them as well. In this person’s travels, they’d found all types of healers, but their conclusions all struck Hikari in the wrong way. They made way too many assumptions. In the end, they called healers the worst class.

The elf had no idea why this book was noted on the shelf. Maybe this is actually the worst account of healers?

Hikari noticed that the next book didn’t have a title, but opening to the first page, she saw the author’s name. The most surprising aspect of this. It was not written in any language she’d seen so far, but there was a note written beneath the name that said: ‘Indecipherable’.

However, the name was clear to Hikari. “White Dragon: Faeyami.”

The pages were inscribed interestingly. They were all presumably written in dragon tongue, yet they used a glyph type of language—much like the mermaids of the deep. These ones were written with magic power, and Hikari could feel a slight amount of mana coming from the book. Each line was composed of only one large word, but each time Hikari read the word, more meaning would flood into her brain.

On the first pages, it detailed that healing magic does not actually exist as an element. It said that the thing we know to be healing magic can exist in any element.

Even fire can heal fire elementals. The narrow-minded people of this college can often be stuck in their ways of academia. They believe that there can only exist certain truths in the world, but reality is often different than people want it to be. I’ve seen a fire bird resurrect itself using pure flames, hotter than the scorching flames of the Hells.

The more Hikari read, the more she started becoming interested in meeting this white dragon. Each passage was not stated with arrogance, much to the elf’s surprise. There was a certain comfort by the author in not knowing everything. Each piece of information was a discovery.

They’ve called me white dragon. I, Faeyami, do don the scales of that color, but I’d be remiss in saying that I’m a healer. My entire life was spent mastering the art of light magic. It just so happens that this domain is full of healing spells. These people at the college consider me to be one of the best, yet I do not claim the title of the best light magic user—nor the best healer.

More of the passages detailed the dragon’s meeting with beings greater than her, and there was information scattered about the few gods she’d met.

I’ve come to a realization that the gods are not so much great. Rather, they are alike in existence—all bound to one thing. I presume that the greatest healer is still out there somewhere. Probably not of our world. Maybe they merely watch the flow of time like a river, but to us, it stays stagnant. Imagine a being that could see all of life, what would they look like to the insider.

Hikari looked up across her table as a girl sat in front of her. She had distinctive golden hair, and her eyes were pure white. Though, she’d hidden much of herself, Hikari could see past it all to her true nature.

“Your book is pretty interesting,” the elf whispered.

The other girl betrayed no emotions in her eyes. She looked Hikari up and down. It took her a while to speak as the dragon took her time puzzling the words to say. “I never imagined that the greatest healer I’d meet would look like a simple elf.”

“You make two deductions right away. I could not even be an elf, and how would you know if I was the greatest healer?”

The dragon girl pointed to the book. “The magic inside of those pages was made with two purposes. One of them was to input information into the mind of the reader, such is the way of dragon writings. The other was to investigate magic signatures, specifically those who’ve healed other people.”

“I see. Though, that’s strange. In that case, why would you write the book in the dragon language?”

The other girl smiled. “That’s simple really. The second magic—the one that investigates the holder of this book—that doesn’t require the person to actually read it. The magic works the moment they try and understand it. As for why I wrote it in the dragon language, that’s more to keep many eyes away.”

Hikari narrowed her eyes at the dragon. “Why does a dragon stay at a college anyway?”

“It’s one of the biggest open secrets here. We should find another place to talk. A library is not exactly fit for these conversations.”

“You mind if I bring my friends?”

The dragon sighed. “It’s fine, I guess. However, I have no idea if the other of my kin and I will see eye to eye.”