Book One - Chapter Four
When the jostling died down, and the shock of seeing golden letters wore off, Reinhardt was finally able to read and comprehend the words etched into the page of the
He was coming up with nothing, his brain whirring, but producing a blank. It was the first Innate ever seen in, and was causing quite a ruckus, with cries of disbelief and shock, happiness and confusion - as well as a no small number of runners and trotters spreading the word throughout the town. But it was so… niche? Maybe, it was very specific and… Ordinary? No, it was fairly rare and esoteric, but a little… Useless? Again, no, it had uses.
It was a passive “UtilityAptitudeInnate, conferring a fixed reduction in Level higher than the item to access its Magical power. No one had ever heard of a
Absolute Level requirement by a set amount, an amount that increased by the Grade in accordance with the sequence that all Fabriani Sequence. The sequence was “1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21…” - where the next number could be found by adding the previous number in the series. The was soon applied to all “unknown factor” Fabriani Sequence, or something. It formed a ratio of 1.618. This number became known as the “ ideal.” This number was very important in nature, Magic, Alchemy, Cooking, even physiology and esoterism. Sculptors patterned the ideal body after it - the forearm 1.618 times larger than the wrist, the bicep 1.618 times the forearm, the calf 1.618 times larger than the knee, etc… Even age old riddles and rhymes found an answer in the ideal. “Girls are made from sugar and spice and all things nice” sounds okay on paper, but exactly what is the perfect sugar-to-spice ratio? Well, 1:1.618 of course. Girls that have more than 1 spice per 1.618 sugars are usually called something else, and usually go on to enjoy successful careers in traditionally male-dominating occupations.
All this was irrelevant, except that having M MInnate he could have gotten, and certainly one he knew could plateau quite quickly, he could use it as a springboard to achieve a M11Vault
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With this soothing day dream taking hold, Reinhardt finally thought to turn and face those who had assembled. Gustav wore a look that managed to combine pride, shock, elation and confusion while his right arm pumped the air and his left hand rubbed Adele’s shoulders comfortingly. Adele was weeping openly while clinging to Gustav, but was also laughing and pounding his chest with her fist. They knew this was a mixed bag - their son had a Innate, but it was one that would be best utilised either in a Tower
Magdi and Otto were almost radiantly glowing while their faces shone like they were looking upon the face of AteusRassophore Benedikt had tears standing in his eyes as released him from his rough embrace and placed one hand on Reinhardt’s head while he drew the other over the shining golden letters.
“Truly blessed are ye, young Reinhardt, and truly blessed are we to receive ye,” the muttered something else in as he closed the
He knelt in front of the altar and raised his arms in rapture, adoration written on his plain face and shining eyes. Reinhardt did not know how he was supposed to take all of that, or what he was supposed to do now, but he did feel that he should probably show a modicum of gratitude. He joined the Cleric and as they knelt, he heard the rustle of everyone assembled taking to their knees. Benedikt was not really known for his singing voice, but today it soared as a clear , ringing as it belted out a in . As the final note, a 2nd D over middle C, reverberated throughout the hall, someone must have liked it - because the clouds parted and allowed a single crepuscular ray to shine down and illuminate the church, causing the stained glass to almost glow with an inner light when seen in contrast to the uniform dispersed light beyond them.
Everybody knew that this was a blessed day, and they were in the presence of divine providence.