DEMON'S VIRTUE

Eiro finally found every single word that he needed for this, and he even rummaged through his memories to find descriptions of the Gravity Spirit King and Queen so that he had a proper idea of what to imagine during the chanting of the spell, when he called on them for the power to cast the spell.

Once Eiro had been given the processed gravity magic stones that were found here in this village's mines, he continued trying to decypher the texts. It took him about half an hour to find some words that seemed just perfect for the spell that Eiro was trying to create.

He made his way to an empty space once more, and started constructing the altered spell in his mind. Eiro held the magic stone in his hands as he prepared to draw the magic circle in the air. And at the same time, Eiro was trying to figure out something to test this out with.

"Gondos. Create pebbles about twenty meters away from me in a circle, and shoot them at me when I tell you to." The Demon said, looking at the Golem. Gondos did exactly what Eiro asked him to do, and then soon after, Eiro started to draw the magic circle and speaking the spell. It roughly translated to, 'Oh my King and Queen who rule over gravity, cover the space around me in the force of your weight'.

Eiro activated the spell and fed the magic circle the magic that was created by pushing his mana through the gravity magic stone, as Eiro hadn't awakened the skill yet.

Gondos shot the pebbles at Eiro just a moment before the spell fully activated, and once they traversed roughly half the way they needed to in order to reach the Demon, sheer force pushed them down onto the ground, burying them deep within it.

The grass was pressed flat, and the ground sunk a bit as if the dirt had been stomped down onto.

"This is perfect." Eiro said with a broad grin on his face, "Gondos, the same thing again."

"Do you want to test it at a higher speed, or with heavier projectiles?" Gondos asked, and Eiro slowly shook his head, "No, that's fine. I want to try something else out, so just set everything up exactly like before. Thanks." The Demon said, as he reconstructed the magic circle in his mind, changing a few slight things about it. The chant was exactly the same as before, however.

Eiro started drawing the magic circle as he spoke the chant, and upon activation, Gondos shot the pebbles at him. The spell activated and once more took gravity magic into itself. But instead of being pulled down now, the pebbles started slowing down. And once they came to a halt for a brief moment, they started accelerating into the other direction. They shot all around Eiro and imbedded themselves in the trees or the ground soon after.

Eiro had created an area magic using the gravity element that could be used to perfectly defend against projectiles, by using himself as the centerpoint, and had gravity simply point away from that single spot. It drained a good bit more mana than the basic version from before, but this was definitely also a great way to use this spell.

Overall, this was a nice creation. And not only that, but now that Eiro had done all this, creating this spell using his new knowledge of the Ancient Language, the Demon soon saw a notification in front of his eyes.

[<Beginner Ancient Language Comprehension> has leveled up!]

Compared to what it was like before, the relative effort and time that it took for this level up compared to all of the others was extremely low. It seemed like Eiro was on the right path. The Ancient Language was not only just a simple language, but in itself, it was something that was meant to be used for magic. At least, that was the only way that Eiro was able to explain this. After coming to this conclusion, it was clear. Eiro would be able to increase his understanding of the Ancient Language while creating new spells for his arsenal. This was truly the perfect situation for him.

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Eiro slowly stepped through the village one more time. He took a closer look at the few individuals that could slowly be integrated into the main village due to the wooden collars that were made to suppress their monstrosity while they wore them.

The Demon was glad that they were doing well, really. And now, Eiro turned his head away from those monsters and looked at the group that was lined up in front of him instead.

"Seems like this is everyone, huh?" Eiro asked, and Boju quickly turned toward him, "Yes, Master! I wrote a symbol on the back of their hand to show their profession again, like you asked me to. But here is the list with their individual skill-sets anyway."

The Demon glanced at the list and then nodded his had satisfied, "I see. Thank you, Boju. Just, I have a simple quick question."

"Yes?" The Highland Orc asked curiously, and Eiro looked at an individual amongst the guard-group. He was an Orc, who clearly didn't want to be there right now, and was aggressively rubbing at the symbol on the back of his hand since it seemed to annoy him.

"Why did you pick someone who is defiant to the very core for the chief guard position?" Eiro asked with a light grumble, and Boju immediately became nervous, "E-Erm, I-I can explain this! Th-That is Khareghubitaryu... The only adult in our village who hadn't been able to find his task..."

The Demon let out a deep sigh as he shook his head, "What do you even mean? That one obviously found his task. He's just denying it."

"Huh? No, Khareghubitaryu didn't... Oh, do you mean because the scythe? I know that it's a weird choice for warriors, but for some reason he insisted on having one of our blacksmiths make a battle-scythe for him, and he's actually pretty skilled at it! He does have quite an attitude, but he was a close friend to my father, and you can definitely trust him!" Boju said reassuredly, and Eiro raised his brows. He was surprised that Boju didn't realize it, he was a pretty intelligent young orc, after all.

Eiro took a step forward toward that Orc, while he glared down at the Demon, "What want?"

"It's 'what do you want'. But well, what I want to know is simple..." Eiro stared at the Orc, and went through his mind to figure out a sentence in orcish, that he wanted to whisper to this Orc while making sure only he heard it.

"Krah breg hyjuuh? Tryu jjorughi orghiasyuu." Eiro said. He clearly had an intense accent as he was speaking, but considering that he barely got the skill not too long ago, he felt like it was fine. Some of the sounds that one needed to make to truly speak orcish were ones that Eiro was absolutely not used to, and he didn't care enough to practice the muscles in his mouth like that for now.

The orc stared back at Eiro, clearly confused, "Jkhyass, juiokjia!" He replied in a loud voice. He became angry. After all, Eiro asked him why he was hiding the fact that he clearly found his task already. Not expecting to be found out all of a sudden.

And it was true. The task of this Orc wasn't one related to being a warrior, but one that was related to being a farmer. That was why the 'item' it was assigned was the scythe, a farming-tool. However, this showed Eiro something else.

While usually, talent follows passion, there were cases where, even amongst beings created to have their whole lives follow their talent in an extreme way, it was possible for talent and passion to oppose one another. And it showed him something else. That this Orc was extremely special for being able to resist following his task like all the others.

It was interesting, for sure. But on the other hand, Eiro wasn't happy that the one that would lead the guards around his manor was an Orc that lived its whole life defying practically everything its life was meant to be.

Once more, Eiro said something in orcish so that only this one could hear it. What he said could roughly be translated to, "You can be my head guard, but only if you answer my questions."

The Orc was worried, clearly. But once the Orc agreed, Eiro was pretty happy. He liked interesting creatures like this Orc. And certainly, this one was powerful, and could possibly even teach Eiro a few things about using the tools one had available in unique and creative ways.

Sure, there were people that used scythes for combat, but this Orc's musculature was built toward farming, and not combat in any way. That meant that the way that he used the scythe was the same as a farmer would use it, given the skill to do so by his task, just adjusted ever so slightly for combat. Usually, scythes were used in rather weird ways, ways that often really did not resemble farming in any way, although that was what the scythe was created to do in the first place, obviously.

The Orc slowly nodded his head, agreeing to Eiro's terms, rather angrily, however. It seemed like he didn't want his secret to be found out, and it was like Eiro was practically blackmailing him. Well, that was fine for the Demon. As long as it worked out for him in the end, he really didn't care about that.