Nathan

Year 2849 | Month 9 | Day 7

“Just answer me this one simple question,” Sophie says rather sternly from her place on the other side of the room next to Aidan as I continue lying down on the couch with my eyes closed. “How the hell do you expect to do well during the internship when you failed your Magical Warfare class?!”

“War against regular soldiers is differ-” Aidan begins his usual excuse as to why he is perfectly able to go, despite the real reason for him wanting to go is to be there for Sophia, only to be cut off again by his angry girlfriend who shouts, “No it is not!”

Tired of hearing this conversation for what must be the umpteenth time, I put my headphones on and press the play button on my id card’s music player, making a relaxing classical piano song begin to play on my headphones mixed in with some rain sounds.

I still can’t believe that we’ve had like one week off since finals and we’re already starting our internships for the Winter.

We have two entire months for the break, but we only get one single week off outside of the internships. It’s just so sad.

Although if it were up to me, I wouldn’t have signed up for it in the first place.

But not only do I not really have much of a choice, what with Amelia’s aunt breathing down my neck still, but the majority of the student body here is doing internships. Which is a massive increase in people even allowed to do internships since the previous years.

My thoughts are cut off as my music pauses for a second and my id card vibrates, indicating that I’ve gotten a message. So I open my eyes and focus on it, just to find a message from Anabel Walker – my swords training instructor and torturer, and the supervisor over all internships – announcing that all of the students participating in the internship are expected to meet at the Arcane Square in one hour.

I close my eyes for a few more seconds, hoping to get a little bit more rest before going on this internship, just to feel my left hand vibrate, originating at the red terminal in it.

Holding back a groan, I get up from the couch, glance over at the two who I can tell are obviously still arguing, despite the fact that I still have my headphones on, before going into my room and closing the door.

I then walk over to my bed and lie down while raising my left hand in front of my face and pulling the glove off, making the terminal immediately appear above it with a flashing message from the doctor.

A message whose contents make me furrow my brows in confusion.

‘The time will come soon. Be ready.’

The… time?

Does he mean the time when I leave the academy? I thought that wasn’t going to happen till closer to the end of the second semester…

Wait. Did the Chairman’s advancement push that forwards?

I stare at the message for a few seconds before it automatically deletes itself, just like any of the other messages that the doctor has sent me have done.

That’s the only reason I can think of for him pushing it forwards…

I continue staring at the terminal for a few seconds with my music still playing before eventually frowning.

This thing has been really annoying. And all it’s been doing is causing me trouble, since I can’t even use its features in public. Or even reveal it in public.

After thinking about it for a bit, it wasn’t really that hard to figure out how he managed to get it to stay in my body. After all, he is a space magician. And half of my condition is caused by spatial mana.

Add that to his magi-tech, and it makes sense.

And the reason he doesn’t want me even so much as trying to cut it out is likely because it won’t stay if taken out.

After all, he is just a spatial magician. So he can’t use time mana.

In fact, no one can.

There has never been a time magician in existence.

Wait a second…

My eyes widen slightly as I reach a realization, only to narrow again as I hurriedly open the messenger on the terminal and send the doctor a message.

‘If a time magician existed, would you be able to get rid of my immortality if you worked with them?’

Several minutes pass by with the only noise being that of the rain and music playing from my headphones until a response finally comes from the doctor.

One that makes a mixed look appear on my face, confusing me in the process.

‘No. As I’ve stated before, the time and spatial mana have merged into your body. Permanently. At most we would be able to trick it to include something else that would be considered by the magic as your body, if I were to work with a time magician. And that’s a theoretical assumption.’

I’m not sure if I should be more surprised by the fact that he actually answered me, or the fact that I feel… relieved?

Putting aside the many issues this condition has caused me, and the fact that it basically ruined my life, I actually feel a little relieved at that. Knowing that it’s not possible to fix.

My brows furrow more and more as I try to figure out why I feel this way, only for the latter half of his statement to finally register in my brain.

He would be able to trick the magic to make something… wait, that must be what he’s done with the terminal!

The doctor used spatial magic to trick my body’s spatial mana into thinking that the terminal is part of it. But since he can’t use time magic, he can’t trick the time magic causing my reversal to return it to my body at top form if removed.

I think.

After a few seconds of thinking about this, I eventually let out a groan and sit up from my bed.

Whatever. All of this is just my guessing and the doctor’s theory. None of it is or can be proven.

Not to mention that I could be entirely wrong with my guesses.

At that thought, I get up from my bed and walk over to the door, just to open it and find the two still arguing.

“If you’re coming, then you better start packing,” I tell both of them with a frown before going back to the couch, grabbing my own suitcase and weapons, and heading towards the door while the other two begin to scramble as well.

Guess it’s time to see what the military is really like.