Isekaied Into An Eroge, Time To Have Fun!-Chapter 62: Making Strides

A majority of the basics were going over the importance of visualization and understanding what Fire Magic would entail, like how the intent behind your spells and what you wanted it to do could drastically alter how impactful said spells were.

Again, it was the basics, but it was the intermediary sections that began to expand on those ideas that captured my attention, specifically with how structuring your spells could take them to the next level.

What I was doing with the Fireball was simple structuring - according to the Inferno Compendium - since I was creating the sphere and then adding on some extra steps to make it more powerful.

The stance I took with it and the way I spun it between my hands before throwing it forwards was a ’structure’ I had taken with the spell, and this was something I had experienced beforehand; structuring something just made it better and more cohesive in general when compared to ’raw’ spell casting.

All that extra oomph that I had managed to squeeze out of the identical amalgamation of mana simply by adding some quick and simple steps told me all I needed to know about this section on structuring, but it was the ideas that really kept me around.

There were a few different spells in here that were interesting to me, like Flame Lance or Flame Whip - original names, but why bother naming something that was a ’basic’ spell? - and how I could not only cast them but what sort of structure I could give them that would make them all the better.

You didn’t need to throw the Flame Lance since it could act as a close combat weapon for a little bit, but there were a few different warnings about doing so since this wasn’t a solid construct; trying to block attacks with it would fail spectacularly, and expecting it to actually pierce thick armor was a fools hope.

Even if you focused the mana in the tip primarily and made it as solid as you possibly could it would still be a ’weak’ option as a melee weapon, but if you needed it you could use it; the main function of the spell though was to make a larger Fireball that was more precise and streamlined comparatively.

The compendium iterated and reiterated constantly that clear visualization of what sort of magic you wanted to cast was what gave your spells power, so the simpler they were the stronger they could become.

On the contrary though making things too simple opened up far too many counters for the mages you would be going against, and even the physically oriented warriors could think up a few ways to deal with the spells being flung at them.

This part of the compendium was interesting to me though since it suggested various work arounds to those sorts of scenarios that a magic oriented fighter would inevitably run into during their time in an arena, on a battlefield or in a Dungeon.

Incorporating multiple styles or variations of that one spell could open up so many different possibilities that your opponent would need to account for, making it far easier for you to more effectively utilize your magic in truly hectic combat scenarios.

It went on to describe a few of them, like the entire idea of using the Flame Lance as a melee weapon or how the Flame Whip had more viability as a support weapon then your primary attack, giving me a few more ideas that I was going to need to mull over soon.

What I was really interested in though were the various techniques and the like that were noted down in great detail, each going over the different sort of method you could use to cast or how much importance your mentality had over your magic. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Both of the primary ’schools’ of magical thought - Order and Chaos - agreed on one very important foundational thing in the overarching scheme of all things magical; your mental state greatly impacted what your magic would end up becoming.

Confidence in yourself and in your spell was of paramount importance when casting anything at all, be it some utility based magic that just created a cozy campfire or lit a candle all the way to something as extremely powerful as drawing out any extra Fire Mana in the area around you to collect into a single spot before exploding with extreme force.

That confidence was key to pretty much everything, and adding onto that was the assurance that what you were doing was the right thing; there was an account that described in great detail how the author had suffered an embarrassing defeat after they grew uncertain about the duel they were in.

What if they hurt the other person too much, or what if the spell ended up exploding and dealing damage to the people observing them?

That lack of conviction in their spell allowed their opponent to overpower them and defeat them handedly, resulting in a rather embarrassing defeat that they had wanted to bury for so long, but instead decided to learn and grow from it.

So in turn I was able to learn many things from this compendium, coming from the mistakes and embarrassments of the authors as well as their triumphs as they described what did or didn’t work in great detail.

Time ticked by without a care for me, and by the time I was drawn from my deep enjoyment of what I was reading - sometimes reading to learn could be far more entrancing than any fantastical adventure - it was only because someone had come over to tap me on the shoulder to remind me that it was lunchtime.

Hours had passed me by, and yet I couldn’t even fathom considering them wasted since I had learned much during their passing, though funnily enough all that information was useless and promptly fled my mind when I saw who was tapping my shoulder.

"Dear, as much as I love having people reading quietly - and so seriously - in my library, I don’t want you to starve yourself doing so. It’s already noon! Go, eat, and maybe come back on a full stomach; or go and practice~! I’m sure you learned a lot; I can just tell from the few times I saw you~!"

The older librarian was giving me that same old warm smile as always, but the earlier embarrassment just made staring up at her all the more awkward... especially now that I was able to see all of her since she wasn’t sitting behind that desk.

My eyes only flicked over her in her entirety but that was more than enough to see that the older woman in front of me was incredibly alluring just because of her body and nothing more; her wide hips were hugged by a simple pencil skirt while her chest was emphasized by the white blouse she wore.

One of the buttons in the middle seemed to be struggling to keep everything together as she leaned down to speak to me, so it was a little hard to not give said button a large amount of attention... and even when I managed to look at her face I was just struck again by how utterly gorgeous she must have been in her youth.

Because even though she aged like an incredibly fine wine, that just meant that she had to have been drop dead gorgeous when she was young; plus, there was always the benefits and detriments of being either younger or older, though for her there seemed to be only benefits.

The ’worst’ part about all of this was how her smile only curled more when she noticed my hesitation, her warm amber eyes glowing with mirth as she stared at me, and even though she said nothing... just the fact that she noticed had me blushing and feeling guilty.

"Oh... um, well, thank you..! I should um... I’ll be heading to lunch then..!"

Standing up quickly and almost knocking into her, I blushed some more at my clumsiness and almost turned completely red when she caught me, holding me just an inch away and looking at me with that kind smile.

"No need to rush, dear, lunch isn’t going anywhere... and I promise not to bite, hm~? You don’t need to be so... squirmy..."

The way she drew that last word out short circuited my brain, and it was a crystal clear reminder that she knew exactly what sort of effect she had on me because... well, if she was this gorgeous now, she must have been a real heartthrob back in the day, and she knew that too.

Experience gained and never lost, it would seem, and that experience was used ’against’ me as she gave my cheek a soft pat before shooing me away, smiling to herself as she watched me scurry out of the library like some shy mouse.

In just three days I had become a simp to some Noblewoman who was rooming with me, a bitch to one of the city’s top powerhouses, ’friend’ with a future Draconian legend and now an embarrassed, anxious mouse in front of a devastatingly beautiful and kind librarian...

What a nice start to my new life, right..?