История Королевы Эльфов / The story of the Elf Queen: Глава пятая. Первые успехи Героя Королевы Эльфов

Chapter Five. The First Successes of the Hero of the Elf Queen

Camrad_RIP 06.11.24 в 16:07

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Mirael herself carefully loaded Cyril, who had regained consciousness, onto a stretcher floating in the air. She loaded him, of course, with magic. The sensations of levitation were very unusual, probably something similar to those experienced by astronauts in orbit, but Cyril could not fully appreciate them, as he was still very weak. When the head enchantress of the elves laid him on the stretcher floating in the air, they immediately went smoothly to the local medical center. To be more precise, to the healing wards. During the flight in Mirael's company, Cyril could only stare at the ceiling above him.

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He felt disgusting, not only because of his physical and energetic weakness but also because of the young man's shame and anger at his stupidity. How did he manage to do that, out of nowhere, damn it! Mirael walking beside him, noticed this and ordered him in a stern voice:

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"Please calm yourself, honorable Cirial. There is no need for unnecessary excitement in your condition. You'll come to your senses soon enough."

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Cyril honestly tried to fulfill her request-order, and not to fidget unnecessarily. It didn't work very well, but fortunately, it didn't take long to get to the healing chambers. There, Cyril and Mirael were already waiting. A young-looking elf with a flawless aristocratic face, dark thick hair, gathered in two tight buns, and bright green eyes. She wore snow-white clothes that looked like a classic doctor's robe and a sorceress's robe at the same time. They also perfectly emphasized her slim waist and high breasts. In addition, they were embroidered with bright red foliage patterns. On her forehead, the elf was wearing a silver tiara with different gems, designed to enhance magical vision, as Cyril now knew. In her hand, she held a long rod made of light wood, also decorated with precious stones and covered with fine carvings.

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At the appearance of Cyril and Mirael, she bowed politely to the latter and greeted her:

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"Mentor."

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The head enchantress responded with a polite bow and greeting to her as well:

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"Geatral. This is Cirial, I told you about him. He's..."

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"Serious magical exhaustion, medium physical exhaustion, cause of excessive outflow of magical energy," having not listened to the mentor said the elven woman approaching the hovering stretcher with a young man.

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At that, her green eyes, like the stones of her tiara, began to glow, and Cyril physically felt the elf's gaze sliding over his body. Or rather, over his subtle bodies. The sensation was generally very pleasant as if a warm ray of spring sunshine was sliding over his body.

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"No damage to subtle bodies, no traces of hostile or simply extraneous magic."

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Turning to Mirael, the healer furrowed her thin eyebrows over her aristocratic face and asked:

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"How did this happen?"

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In response, her mentor looked meaningfully at Cyril, who wanted to fall through the stretcher and the floor somewhere deep underground and said:

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"Cirial saved all his reserve into the amulet-storage device, and when his powers ran out, he immediately went to sleep out of fatigue and exhaustion. Without breaking the channel of connection with the amulet."

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The healer's expression remained completely impassive. But the look she threw at the unhappy young man... Cyril wanted to fall through the ground even more.

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"Put him on the medical bed, mentor. I don't see any permanent damage. His powers are already recovering, but it will take several hours. If it's not too much trouble, prepare him while I work on the restorative compounds."

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"Of course."

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Turning to Cyril, Mirael swung her staff-cane briefly, and the young man was lifted into the air again, parallel to the floor. In the next instant, his arms straightened, and his long nightgown slipped off, leaving the unfortunate chosen one completely naked. Cyril tried to cover himself on reflexes, but he couldn't move. He was clenched on all sides by an invisible force, not at all rude or hostile, but it held the young man very firmly and securely. Almost immediately, however, he was girdled by a loincloth that flew through the air, covering his groin. One more swing of the staff-cane, and Cyril was smoothly lowered onto a very soft and comfortable bed. It seemed to adjust to the young man's body so he could lie on it as comfortably as possible.

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Once he was more or less settled on it, Mirael's apprentice came over to him and held out two small glasses. One was a colorless liquid like water, the other something thick, like mashed potato soup. In an unobjectionable voice, Geatral ordered:

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"Both to the bottom."

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Cyril obeyed without complaint. Luckily, the liquids didn't taste bad at all. The first one was slightly sweet and resembled diluted syrup. The second was slightly salty and very thick. Having drunk both glasses, Cyril felt that his hunger had slightly receded, and the reserve, which had been in the level of one-tenth all this time, began to replenish a little faster. When the healer took the glasses, she nodded with satisfaction and said:

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"Now, try to relax completely and do not tense the subtle body in any way."

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Cyril nodded silently and made himself comfortable on the medical bed. Geatral took off her robe, leaving her in her pantaloons and shirt. Rolling up her sleeves, the elf took a small vial from her desk, moistened her palm with its contents and, to Cyril's surprise, began to massage him, starting with his chest, right above his heart. Before he could ask anything, the young man felt the fire of magical energy that had appeared inside him thanks to the System start to burn a little stronger. The healer with a completely nonchalant face running her palms over Cyril's chest was very carefully injecting her energy into him.

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Just a little bit at a time and very carefully. It was unexpectedly pleasant. The healer's magic felt like something very tender and warm. The association with the rays of the spring sun once again appeared in his head. Having injected a little of her power into him, according to Cyril's sensations about a tenth of his current reserve, Geatral began to move her palms all over his body, running it through the energy channels and energy nodes. Which also felt quite pleasant. Both energetically and physically. For a moment, honestly relaxed and enjoying himself, Cyril was even afraid he might embarrass himself. And in the best traditions of Japanese animation heroes, to show the two sorceresses an involuntary boner!

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However, everything turned out all right. As they say, it was not all luck, but misfortune helped. In the sense that the body, which had almost been destroyed, unambiguously sent the governing organ far away and for a long time, directly stating that there was no strength! While the healer was putting Cyril in order, methodically running her energy through his thin bodies, Mirael made herself comfortable in one of the free chairs and said sternly:

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"I must tell you, honorable Cirial, that you gave us all a fright. I had no doubt there would be trouble and accidents in your training. No true gifted person's training has been without it. But I had no idea it would happen so soon and be so serious...."

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In response, Cyril mentally slapped his forehead once again. He was ashamed of his own stupidest mistake and very upset at the same time. Especially because, thanks to even the little knowledge that the System had given him, he could have easily avoided it. He should have avoided it! But instead, he almost killed himself on the spot. He knew that the channel through which he was feeding the ring with his reserve was somewhat analogous to a medical catheter. He knew that it should be removed, or at least closed after use. But because of his haste, first, he spent too much energy, and then, because of the sudden loss of almost all energy, he could not think of anything.

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But perhaps the most frustrating part wasn't that he didn't have to risk it, but that he didn't have to risk it at all. While Geatral was tidying him up, methodically massaging every part of his body, periodically lifting the young man into the air and turning him over on his stomach, Mirael, who should have been called the Elder Enchantress, asked Cyril about the details of the assignment he had received. After listening to the young man, the experienced sorceress immediately asked: why didn't he call Fiorel at once? He would have contacted her, and she would have helped Cyril fulfill this assignment without the slightest risk of any damage. After all, according to the terms, he didn't have to fill the artifact storage device with his reserve. He would simply be taken to one of the palace sources, from those that are weaker and just intended for beginners, and he, having connected to it, would quickly and without problems fill one of his reserves into the ring.

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When Cyril heard and realized all this, he wanted to fall through the medical bed and the floor beneath it again, from his stupidity. He shamefully confessed this to the Elder Enchantress, who was watching her student as she carefully tidied Kirill up. Actually, it was the process of treatment that made up for this unpleasant situation caused by his stupidity. Gentle, but at the same time surprisingly strong palms of the healer slid over Cyril's body. From top to toe, along his spine, down his arms and legs. Thanks to the “basics of management and control of internal energies”, he could easily feel her palms running his energy through his energy channels, stimulating the restoration of subtle bodies. At first only a little, and very carefully, so as not to harm the patient's already damaged immaterial body. But gradually, she began to include a part of Cyril's recovered reserve in this process. Slowly but surely, the young man's subtle body began to fill with power again and literally come to life.

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In the end, the entire recovery process took several hours, with breaks for a very short snack, a trip to the bathroom, and a few more healing potions. Toward the end, he was already concentrating on his own, under the watchful eye of the two spellcasters, and was running a small wave of energy through his subtle body. From his chest, where the hearth was, to the tips of his fingers, toes, and head. Then back again. At first very slowly and carefully, so as not to overstress any of the energy channels or energy nodes. Then a little faster and in a little more volume. A couple of times he made a mistake, but then he was backed up by two sorceresses at once, preventing him from hurting himself. But by the end, he was able to run the wave through his thin body quite well, even managing to synchronize it with heartbeats, which made the process much easier.

Camrad_RIP 10.11.24 в 12:56

His heartbeat and the waves of energy that swept through his thin body resonated with each other, enhancing the restorative effect. It was not too strong, but still perceptible. Cyril informed both sorceresses about it. They looked at each other in surprise but did not have time to say anything, because Kirill suddenly yelped in surprise. The reason was another system message.

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Knowledge of “fundamentals of management and control of internal energies” upgraded to “developed fundamentals of management and control of internal energies”

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Changes have been made to Player status.

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"Whoops,” Cyril said quietly, interrupting the exercise and reading the lines imprinted in his mind.

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"Honorable Cirial? What happened? There was genuine concern in the tense Elder Enchantress's voice, and Cyril hastened to reassure her.

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"It's okay, it's good! I've been promoted! I mean, not a skill, but the knowledge of controlling internal energies...."

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When he finished explaining everything, the elven women exchanged a glance, and Mirael spoke in a polite voice:

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"Well, I'm glad that the accident was not only a lesson for you but also a gift of new knowledge. However,” her voice became stern again, ”that is no reason to stop the exercise. You have at least another hour before you are fully recovered. Proceed."

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"Of course, of course!"

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Cyril closed his eyes and concentrated his energy, which he began to run through his subtle bodies, gradually accelerating it to synchronization with his heart rate. He didn't notice the glance of the two elven women.

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As a result, Cyril spent several hours in the Healing Chambers and came out of them far after noon. He had fully restored his reserve and felt good, except for a loud rumbling stomach. During this time Cyril swore several times to the Elder Enchantress and her apprentice that such nonsense would not happen again. When he received a new assignment from the System, he would inform either Fiorel or one of his mentors about it. And they would help him to fulfill it, or give him advice on how to do it with the least amount of effort. risks if the assignment requires him to do it alone. The young man, who was found to be in full health, was met at the door of the wards by Fiorel, and after a polite greeting, he was taken to his assigned quarters. There he was met by a couple of maids and a set table, which Cyril was glad of, as he was already hungry. After saying goodbye to the young man, the queen's trusted servant left him in the care of Gata and Armin, reminding him that Kirill's training began tomorrow and that he would come for him in the morning.

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Having politely said goodbye to the elf, Cyril, as soon as the doors closed behind immediately started to eat. But this time the choice of dishes was much more modest than before. As the maids explained, tonight's dinner and tomorrow's meals had been prepared for him by the Elder Enchantress, who had chosen the dishes best suited for his recovery. However, Cyril was quite satisfied with the food offered. While he was happily eating a soup puree of some vegetables and chicken, both girls also considered it their business to scold him a little. True, if the same Mirael was more of her words more like a strict teacher reprimanding a misbehaving pupil, but Gata's and Armina's words were more like a mother's concern. Listening to the story about how they were frightened when they found him in such a state that only a more beautiful one could put in a coffin, Cyril felt ashamed of his stupidity for the umpteenth time that day. He even apologized to them, which immediately embarrassed both girls. At his perplexed question, Armina and Gata looked at each other and, even more embarrassed, answered almost in chorus that their master should not apologize to his maids for anything. It was for them to apologize to him for not keeping him safe.

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Such an answer already embarrassed Cyril. It was still very difficult to perceive two pretty girls as his maids. To drive away all sorts of thoughts generated by watching various masterpieces of Japanese animation, Cyril decided to turn the conversation to another topic and asked the girls to talk about themselves. Because he, to his shame, knows nothing about them except their names. Gata and Armina willingly agreed and told Cyril their stories.

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Both girls were born here in the Forest, and, as they pointed out with marked pride, belonged to two very old dynasties of the lesser races that had dwelt with the elves for centuries. Both of them had begun their apprenticeship as maids as children, during which they had shown themselves to be of the best qualities. As a result, they had both been sent to special courses in the Secret Guard. When Kirill asked them cautiously what they had learned there (how to kill hapless шыулфш with a single needle prick?), both girls were a little embarrassed at first, but then, looking at each other, laughed and shook their heads. They explained to Cyril that the training of future agents-killers in the elves, is a completely separate story, in no way related to them. They do not know the details, of course, only the most general points.

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Their specialized training in the Secret Guard had a different focus, in that they were taught things that a maid should know, not just a mere servant, but the personal servant of a high-ranking Firstborn. Who, in particular, might need to leave the Forest. And the list of those things was long. It included the ability to work perfectly with various amulets: combat, communication, protection, healing, searching, masking, and household amulets of all kinds. As well as knowledge of basic alchemical compositions, their effects, including side effects, methods of their preparation, and how to recognize them or, on the contrary, hide them. Inspection and search of rooms for hidden magical traps or tracking devices. Ability to speak, read, and write in several languages. And of course, the etiquette of different countries, because if the maid has to accompany his master on a long journey, she can not disgrace him with his unworthy behavior.

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Cyril listened to all this with considerable interest, and then the conversation somehow unnoticeably turned to him. Including his homeworld. Both girls were surprised when they learned that Cyril was eighteen years old, in fact, he had never worked anywhere but was only studying at the first year. When they learned he knew literacy and numeracy, as well as a little knowledge of such sciences as geography, history, biology, physics, and chemistry (in the last two very roughly), they asked with interest: what family was he from? Merchants or aristocrats? When they found out that Cyril's parents were neither of them and such things were taught to everyone in his world, at least in his native country, they were really surprised.

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And immediately they pounced on him with doubled questions about the world where Cyril had come from. And they listened to his story with genuine interest. However, it was obvious that many of the things Cyril told them about made them noticeably skeptical. Like stories about huge stone houses, several dozen stories high, where hot and cold water flows through pipes made of !metal!. Most of these houses were not the palaces of the noble rich. Self-propelled metal wagons that could go faster than a horse. Winged ships flying through the sky made of metal were able to circumnavigate the world in less than a day. About cohesive amulets naturally at each person, which, in addition, could also capture not only static images but also in motion. And all this without any magic. None at all. Just science. At this moment Cyril especially regretted that he was without his smartphone, so he could show the girls pictures of his hometown. And if there was also access to the Internet... Yes, dreams-dreams.

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