I Received System to Become Dragonborn
Chapter 953 - 953: Treasures

Arty continued her meditation. Her breathing steady and her body sitting still. Compared to the chaos she used to cause back in her world, this felt peaceful. There, even simple practice often led to shattered ground, fires she couldn't put out, or wind blades shooting into the neighbour's trees.

She had never gone all out because she never dared to do that. But here, under Sylmira's guidance, she had finally unleashed her full power.

And it scared her.

"Sylmira was right… I'm a walking disaster," she thought. "If Erend hadn't brought me here… I would've eventually slipped up. Maybe killed someone. Or… a lot of someones."

She exhaled slowly, letting the thought go.

Eyes closed, Arty didn't care what was happening around her anymore. Inside Sylmira's protective barrier meant that she didn't have to worry about destroying anything or anyone.

It gave her the freedom to finally let her Magic stretch wild and flaring and burning around her body like a swirling vortex of elemental fire.

Unseen to her, four distinct colors danced around her figure—red, blue, green, and white—the aura of Magic power licking the air without scorching it.

She sat in perfect stillness yet her aura pulsed like a storm. Sylmira's barrier not only contained the energy but also masked it from the outside world, concealing the magnitude of what was happening within the arena.

Almost.

In the shadows beyond the far wall of the arena, a pair of wide startled eyes stared through the shimmering dome.

The round-faced man, his face now pale beneath his heavy robes, stood in stunned silence. The barrier shimmered too strongly to see clearly, but what he could see was enough.

"What… what is this?" he muttered. "That much Magic? Four elements at once?! at this age?!"

His name was Headmaster Olbrecht Varn, the acting principal of the Qomore Kingdom's only formal Magic academy. He was a man who had climbed his way to the top not through power or genius, but through politics, opportunism, and favors.

To him, Magic was a commodity. Students were tools and assets to increase the Academy's standing. And now, staring at Arty, he saw more than just potential.

He saw profit that could become influence and prestige. For the academy, and for him.

"Where did Sylmira find her? Why is she keeping her hidden? And why train her in private like this?" the questions boiled in his head. This wasn't just a student. This was an anomaly, maybe even a miracle.

A crooked smile twisted across his lips.

"If the Academy had someone like her… our reputation would skyrocket. My name would be etched into history and more opportunities would be open for me," he whispered to himself, already envisioning the accolades, the favor of nobles, maybe even a seat at the Royal Council.

Unable to resist, Olbrecht approached the barrier, raising his hand to dispel it. The moment his Magic touched the dome it bounced back harmlessly, he was denied easily. He tried again but nothing happened.

"This… this kind of barrier could hold a Greater Magical Beast," he muttered in disbelief. "Why would she go this far just to protect one girl?"

Now, he wanted to know even more.

Olbrecht narrowed his eyes at the figure meditating inside, her body alight with silent power.

"Fine," he whispered. "We'll meet again, girl. Just wait."

He turned, his robe swaying as he walked off, mind already racing with plans.

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About ten minutes later, Sylmira returned, a soft breeze following her into the courtyard. Draped over her arm was a long ceremonial robe woven with intricate silver threads, and in her hand were two ancient-looking bracelets faintly glowing with green light.

Her expression turned wistful as she gazed down at the bracelets.

These had once belonged to her. A gift from her mentor—the Archmage before her—who had entrusted them to her during her early years of training.

He was gone now, lost to time and duty, but his legacy lived on.

Sylmira had kept the bracelets locked away while thinking that they would remain nothing more than relics of her past that she treasured. She never expected they would find purpose again, this time, to help Arty.

The bracelets were meant to regulate the flow of Magic through the body, to keep it from spiraling out of control so that the Magic will follow more of her control rather than emotion. With them, Arty would be able to harness her power more smoothly and avoid accidents and needless destruction.

Sylmira reached the shimmering dome and placed her hand against it. With a whispered command she dispelled just enough of the barrier to create a doorway.

The moment she stepped inside and sealed the entrance again, the atmosphere changed.

The raging Magic inside was overwhelming. Streams of red, blue, green, and white elemental energy whipped around Arty's body like a storm barely held at bay.

None of this could be seen from outside the dome but within, it was chaos.

Sylmira immediately wrapped herself in protective Magic. Even standing near Arty was dangerous now.

But Arty just sat there with calmness and eyes closed, breathing steady. Completely unaware of the devastation her body was unleashing.

Sylmira exhaled through her nose, steadying herself.

"So this is the true extent of it," she thought. "It's going to be a long road."

She stepped closer and gently said, "Arty, open your eyes."

Arty's eyelids fluttered open. The swirling storm of elemental energy began to recede, dimming like a fire running out of air.

She blinked and looked around at the scorched ground, cracked stones, and the faint mist of residual power still hanging in the air.

Her face fell.

"I thought I was getting better," she said softly with a disappointed feeling. "But I'm still wrecking everything."

Sylmira offered her a warm, reassuring smile. "Don't worry. You didn't wreck anything that can't be fixed. And you're not doing this alone."

She lifted the glowing bracelets into view.

"We're starting the real training now."

Arty blinked, still catching her breath as the last wisps of elemental energy faded into the air.

Her gaze drifted to the glowing bracelets and the elegant robe draped over Sylmira's arm.

"What are those?" she asked quietly, her voice still carrying a note of excitement of getting her own Magical items.

Sylmira stepped closer and offered her a calm smile.

"These are tools to help you. Both are enchanted with high-tier Magic that was crafted long ago. These are relics from a time when Mages were trained to harness overwhelming power like yours."

She lifted one of the thin, ancient, and laced with faint green veins bracelets into the light. It pulsed gently with warmth.

"These bracelets are designed to regulate your Magic. Not suppress it, but guide it. They help you keep control when your emotions surge, when the Magic inside your body tries to run wild. With them, you'll be able to channel your power more deliberately and more safely. It's like reins for a charging beast. The power stays as yours but you choose where it goes and when. These two bracelets can read your emotions and stop them to control it before it unleashes destruction."

Arty nodded slowly, reaching out to touch the bracelets with the tip of her finger. The pulse of Magic resonated faintly with hers, like a gentle echo calling back to her core.

Sylmira then unfolded the robe. It shimmered slightly, woven with patterns so intricate they seemed to shift as the light hit them.

"This," she continued, "was originally worn by a battle-mage during the Demon Wars. It's imbued with defensive enchantments that activate automatically when you're under threat of lades, spells, even projectiles of lower ranks. It reacts faster than instinct. It won't make you invincible but it'll buy you time when you need it."

Arty stared at the robe in awe. "You're giving these… to me?"

Sylmira placed both items into her hands gently. "No. I'm entrusting them to you."

Arty lowered her gaze, fingers tightening slightly around the items in her hands.

"I don't think I deserve these…" she murmured. "I'll probably just break them."

Sylmira raised an eyebrow, then let out a soft chuckle. "You'll break a lot more if you don't wear them."

Her voice was light and playful while she was joking.

Arty let out a breathless laugh. "That's fair."

The two of them stood there for a moment, smiling quietly. It felt like a joke but they both knew that once they stepped outside the safety of the barrier, the stakes would no longer be so forgiving. There wouldn't be time for laughter, only consequences if Arty can't control her Magic.

Sylmira nodded toward the bracelets.

"They need to be worn as a pair," she said. "The enchantments are linked—one balances your flow of Magic, the other regulates it against your emotional state. Without both, they don't work."

Arty slipped the bracelets onto her wrists. The moment she did, a gentle hum pulsed through her skin as if the items recognized her.

Then, slowly, she donned the robe.

As it settled onto her shoulders and wrapped around her body, she felt a subtle shift. Something brushed against the edge of her thoughts like a current of invisible threads weaving gently through her mind. Her breathing hitched.

"Something's… entering my head," she said quietly.

Sylmira placed a steady hand on her shoulder.

"That's the bracelet at work," she said calmly. "Don't worry. It's not taking over your mind. It's just syncing with your thoughts and emotions. It helps point your power in the right direction before it bursts out."

Arty took another breath, then slowly nodded. "Okay… this is going to take some getting used to."

Sylmira smiled. "That's what training is for."

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