Chapter 16: Communication Magic

Chapter 16: Communication Magic

“Not too shabby! But I wonder how long it would take for our Elven Race to produce a hundred Pegasi with our current capabilities?”

Upon hearing Airael’s question, Domiya estimated for a bit and replied, “Your Majesty, it would take about two years, and this will delay the weapon replacement for our navy.”

“Looks like we need to keep expanding our Elven Race’s production capacity.”

Airael sighed.

With her focus on developing the royal city, the production capabilities of the Elven Race had significantly improved overall.

However, these were all new technologies, and even with her keen interest in this development, time was necessary for them to evolve.

“Your Majesty, if I may be blunt, two or three years is nothing for us.”

Domiya offered her advice.

To her, Airael was a bit hard to understand.

As a long-lived race, a year or two really isn’t much.

In her eyes, it’s a mere blink.

“Domiya, you’ve been busy conducting magic experiments here and might not be aware of the situation outside.

We Elves are secluded overseas, and while the fires of war won’t reach us momentarily, battles have erupted on the continent, and another round might start soon.

Before war spreads to our Elven Race, according to my plans, we need to apply these new technologies in the army to enhance combat strength, while also developing combat methods that adapt to these innovations.”

It’s not that Airael is unwilling to adapt to the pace of a long-lived race, but right now, there’s simply no time to prepare.

Regardless of which side wins the continent’s war, the other side would definitely come looking for trouble with the Elven Race.

For instance, if it’s the Human Race, they might use matters from three hundred years ago to drag the Elves into a conflict.

What would she do then?

To marry or not to marry?

She could exploit loopholes to break the contract, but that would surely infuriate the Humans, making war inevitable.

Even without considering these factors, she wanted to make the Elven Race strong quickly.

Only with sufficient strength could she sleep soundly at night.

While Airael conversed with Domiya, Drevon landed on the grounds riding a Pegasus.

As soon as he dismounted, the surrounding experiment personnel hurried over to begin testing the Pegasus.

At the same time, someone asked him questions to collect data that could only be perceived from Drevon’s pilot perspective.

“Guess the experiments end here, huh?”

Airael inquired, watching the scene unfold.

“Yep, now we just wait for the final results.”

“Then let’s head to your office where I’d like to discuss communication magic in detail.”

“Sure thing, Chris, you handle things here; I’ll take the Queen to my office, and send the final results to my office right after they’re ready.”

“Understood!”

After Domiya made the arrangements, Airael picked up Little Anna.

The little one was still gazing at the recently landed Pegasus.

“If you want one, we can talk about it when you grow up. Mommy will have Teacher Domiya design one just for you.”

Noticing the little one’s attention, Airael smiled, not caring if the little one understood her or not.

Domiya smiled and added, “If Her Highness needs it, I will do my utmost to create the best Pegasus for her.”

“I’ll thank you on behalf of Anna first, Teacher Domiya.”

As they shared a laugh, they arrived at Domiya’s office.

After taking their seats on the office sofa, Airael no longer held Little Anna but handed her over to Hela.

Little Anna seemed a bit displeased at being separated from Airael; although Hela’s embrace was also comforting, it couldn’t compare to mommy’s, especially since it was a familiar place for her.

When she was hungry, she could just suck; when she wanted to be held, she just reached out.

Although Hela could hold her too, she couldn’t fill her little tummy.

So, she definitely preferred Airael’s embrace.

However, since Airael had to discuss magic with Domiya, she simply couldn’t provide care for her.

After calming Anna for a while, Airael finally let her settle comfortably in Hela’s arms.

“Teacher Domiya, let’s get started.”

Once everything with Little Anna was settled, Airael said to Domiya.

Domiya didn’t respond.

Just as Airael felt puzzled, a voice echoed in her mind: “Your Majesty, this is communication magic; you can feel it out first.”

“No need to speak it out loud? And I saw you didn’t make any gestures just now?” Airael asked Domiya.

“Your Majesty, that’s because Chris and the others are still getting familiar with this magic.”

Domiya continued communicating through magic.

This scene was quite bizarre.

If they didn’t know in advance, the other Elves in Hela’s company would absolutely deem Domiya guilty of great disrespect.

Even though she was the Queen’s most respected teacher, the Queen is still the Queen; her majesty should not be trifled with.

Airael nodded to show she understood, then asked, “Can this communication be declined?”

“Absolutely!”

Domiya replied with a smile.

This time, she didn’t use magical communication.

She knew Airael’s concerns.

If it couldn’t be declined, that would be a disaster.

Just imagine someone approaching you, constantly speaking into your brain; it would be incredibly terrifying.

“Moreover, to initiate communication, you need to be very clear about the other party’s mental fluctuations to link using magic, and the further away, the more energy it consumes.”

Airael nodded, indicating that she understood.

This was easy to comprehend, like having a phone number in her past life—long distance calls cost more!

“Can more than one person communicate together?”

Airael continued to inquire.

“Yes.”

Airael’s face broke into a cheerful smile.

Magic communication would undoubtedly bring immense benefits to the Elven Race.

After learning communication magic from Domiya, Airael prepared to leave.

A mere communication magic; she only had to listen to Domiya explain it once, and she had already grasped it completely.

According to Domiya, communication magic was essentially a minor magical technique, and at their level, mastering it was quite easy.

As long as other mages practiced diligently, they could soon control it too.

However, once this technique was exposed, it would be easily learned by other factions.

In this world, there’s no patent protection—once you decipher my technique, it’s yours.

While Airael felt regret over this, she didn’t say much.

She could only comfort herself by considering it a contribution to the world.

As for proactively giving it away as a favor, Airael had no intention of doing so.

Let’s not even mention whether they’d appreciate it or not; this is something she’d prefer to keep under wraps for as long as possible—at least that way, the Elven Race could enjoy it alone for the time being.