ALL MAKER

March of the King

CHAPTER - 5 

"Every being on this planet carries mana within them," she explained, her voice imbued with a quiet certainty of the world."Your body doesn't have any, and you probably know why."

"What exactly is magic?" he asked with curiosity.

"I don't know much, actually," she admitted, a hint of unease coloring her tone. "Magic is forbidden for commoners—only the Church and the royal family are allowed to use it. "

"Even magic books are out of reach for people like us."

"Not this useless laws again." he said with annoyance.

"But I do have a friend who came from outside who knows how to use magic," she said, a sly smile tugging at her lips. 

With a flick of her fingers, a tiny flame appeared , only to be extinguished by a delicate swirl of water that followed.

With another flick of her finger, a tiny orb of light flickered. A moment later, a small rock formed in her palm, solid and rough, only to vanish the instant her focus broke.

"My mana capacity is higher than most but the output is low because my body isn't trained enough so I can use only a bit."she said.

"Well, magic is still magic," he said.

So I can't even use magic why am I even here.

"I think mana is just an extra particle that exists in this world," she said thoughtfully, her tone matter-of-fact. "It can be controlled with spells.

"Like how information is transferred through electricity. Honestly, it's kind of simple when you think about it."

"Although," she whispered, leaning forward, "it's illegal to use it."

He yawned, stretching lazily . "Alright, I won't tell anyone," he murmured.

As he spoke, Zoey's mom entered the room, her presence brisk yet warm. She handed Zoey a small pouch.

"Here's your pocket money," she said with a smile.

"Thanks," Zoey replied.

Her mom then turned to White, offering him a pouch of silver with a kind smile. "And here is your salary, I thought It would be better to give 1st day of the month." she said.

"Well, it's only been a day," he said with a shrug, taking the pouch without a moment's hesitation. A sly grin flickered across his face as he weighed it lightly in his hand.

"Hey, let's check out the market," she suggested.

"Alright."

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They stepped outside, the door creaking shut behind them, and began making their way down the bustling streets. The air was alive with the hum of conversations, the distant clatter of carts, and the enticing aroma of freshly baked bread wafting from nearby stalls.

 The uneven cobblestones beneath their feet added a rhythm to their casual stroll as they soaked in the vibrant energy of the market district.

As they walked, his gaze drifted toward the towering castle at the heart of the city. Its spires pierced the sky, a symbol of authority.

The entire area was encircled by imposing stone walls. The castle and its fortifications seemed to watch over the bustling streets below, a silent reminder of the power that governed this land.

This place is big, I didn't saw much before.

A stray piece of paper fluttered through the air, carried by the breeze until it landed near his feet. His eyes caught the bold, enticing word "Prize: 1000 Gold" scrawled across it.