A/N: I'm looking for people who can translate English into Japanese. If anybody can, please, send me a DM on discord to ragin_rayquaza#3496. That or just DM me on the PM thing on the website you're using.

Anyway, onto th R.

Oh, by the way, very gory, so if you can't handle that, I suggest skipping past this part, though it might not make sense in the future.

Not even breaking a sweat, Rumi arrived at a village on fire, charred corpses of humanoid figures littering the ground. The pungent smell of burning flesh finally hit her nose, wrinkling in disgust. No one could stand it. Especially Rumi, as the heightened senses enhanced the stench, only adding to the already repulsive smell Mana gave off. And this world was chock-full of it.

The experienced hero took all the surroundings within seconds, eyes scanning for any obvious enemies. All she saw was the burning buildings, the corpses, and people running around; parents looking for their children, and children, crying, looking for their parents.

After a minute or so of complete chaos, the clanking of armour and shouts that sounded like orders could be heard. Soon, three soldiers, each wearing a fitted breast-plate and fore-arm guards were heading her way, hands on their shortswords.

"Wie is jy?"

"Huh? What did you just say?"

The three looked at each other, shrugging.

"Waar kom jy vandaan?"

"Dude, I have no idea what you're saying." Rumi crossed her arms, foot lightly tapping the ground.

One of the soldiers said something in their strange language and jogged away, presumably to their leader or general. The other two just stood there, eyeing her from time to time.

Rumi had no clue what was going on, so she just stood there, impatiently waiting for something to happen.

As if on cue, the soldier came back, followed by a broad-shouldered, well-built man, as well as a thin, floaty woman with pointy ears. Both were tall, and had a fitted breast-plate, but the woman had a brown cotton-like cloak wrapped around her shoulders. The soldier who brought the man and woman was talking to them both, possibly explaining what the situation was.

"Kan jy my verstaan?" The man spoke, startling Rumi with his deep but smooth voice.

"Seriously, what language is that?"

To Rumi's surprise, both the man and woman looked at each other and laughed.

The man gestured to the elf-like woman, and she slowly stuck her hand out, chanting in the same unknown language.

What surprised Rumi even more was a circle with unknown symbols appeared before the elvish woman's palm. The same circle open under Rumi's feet, and she jumped out of it, muscles tensing, readying for a fight.

The three soldiers drew their swords and stood on guard, ready to fight. Each sword was the usual dull, grey iron in color, but when they drew them, the blade became a glowing yellow-orange. Rumi scrunched her nose as the stench of Mana increased

Once again, the taller man laughed, and said, "Sit u wapens neer."

Confused, the three looked at each other, Rumi, and the man, reluctantly putting their swords down. As the yellow-orange color faded, the pungent Mana smell decreased by a fraction. Rumi realised that the swords had been infused with Mana, but as for how, she did not know.

As calm as a sloth, the man put his hands up, and, in the strange language once more, started talking. He gestured to the woman, and then at Rumi, hands ending in a circle.

"He must be talking about whatever the hell that circle thing was. It smelled disgusting."

Reluctantly, Rumi put her hands down, finally realizing that everything would be fine, albeit the smell worsening.

The elf-woman lifted her arm up once more and chanted. The circles appeared again, and the stench worsened by ten-fold. Then everything finished. The glowing circles disappeared, the smell improved, and nothing felt off about her. She still felt that she had her strength, her body looked and felt the same, and no mental effects had happened. She felt fine.

"Um... can you understand me now?"

In a flash, Rumi had grabbed the elf-woman by the throat and lifted her, glaring.

"Who are you? What did you do to me?"

The elf-woman put her hands up in a non-threatening manner, eyes widening.

"I'm Aredheil... and that was a translation spell...!"

Rumi only huffed out of her nose, dropping her. "And you, macho man?"

"Macho-" He shook his head, confusion now gone from his face. "I'm Belherd, captain of this villages' garrison. Don't randomly grab people."

Rumi threw her hands up in exasperation, loudly groaning. "Well I'm sorry, but where I', from, a surprise leads to death."

"Okay, better question, why aren't you in the town hall? There's been a dragon attack, you know."

"Oh, please. I've fought people stronger than dragons. Hell, he was basically a god."

"I've heard of no such thing. Surely you dreamt of it?" The woman named Aredheil interjected.

"Oh, no. There are billions of people that can vouch for me."

"Well, if you're so confident let's-"

With a loud boom, the house behind the hexad exploded, everything in and around it catching fire.

With a resounding thud, a large, four-winged dragon landed behind the hexad. Everyone, besides Rumi, was shaking in fear, eyes wide, staring at the dragon.

One of the soldiers blurted out, "N-no... Why i-is he here?"

Another started running, yelling out, "G-Get me out of here!"

"O-Oi! Get back here, the lot of you!"

The captain, although scared, tried to rally them back to his side, but to no avail. All the soldiers ran, hoping to flee the dragons wrath.

"Oi, macho, what the hell is that?"

"What do you m-mean? Do you not know him?"

Rumi only huffed. "If I knew, I certainly wouldn't be asking you, would I?"

"T-That's the Elder Dragon of this continent! There are only 10!"

Staring at the dragon, Rumi smiled, hungry for some action. "Oh? You're strong, then?"

The only response she got was a roar, with the dragon spreading out its wings, spewing a tall tower of orange flames into the night sky, illuminating everything. The dragon was clearly trying to intimidate her, get her to see that he is the higher being here.

Rumi pounced, leg reared back, ready to hit the dragon with the force of a god's dependant and the speed of a fighter jet. With that jump, she immediately broke the sound barrier, closing the distance between her and the dragon in a millisecond.

Another loud explosion sounded, the dragon now flying back into the forest treeline, dust clouds following. The dragon dragged its tail against the ground to stop it from going any further, causing it to create a line of dug up dirt and rocks.

Rumi's smile only widened at the sight. "Hm... you're a tough one, aren't you?"

"It is only natural."

"Oh? You can talk?"

The dragon lifted his head up high, radiating power, intimidating all except Rumi. "Of course. Wyverns are the only species that can understand, but not speak the human language. We are the highest tier in all of this land. Nothing can best us dragons."

"How overconfident can you get?"

The dragon laughed, spreading his wings out, letting them glow in the soft star and moon light. "I am not overconfident. Rather, I am only stating facts. You, on the other hand, and a puny mortal. You have not lived for as long as I have. Now, enough pointless banter. You shall die!"

The dragon shot towards Rumi with surprising speed, claws reaching out to crush her. However, to Rumi, the dragon was just too slow. She easily jumped up, kicking him in the head as she flew.

"It seems I underestimated you."

"Yeah, you really did. This isn't much of a fight." Rumi pouted, clearly upset about the action, or lack thereof. She knew that everyone would arrive at the village soon, so she should hurry up before someone else took her kill. "At least get somewhat serious. This isn't any fun at all."

"Damn you, brat. Don't get cocky with me. Time to show you your place."

Both the Dragon and Rumi stood close, though Rumi was no taller than the dragon's neck base. No side made a sound nor moved. They quietly and carefully inspected each others bodies for signs of movement, but neither side could find any.

Suddenly, both swung at each other; the dragons right claw racing towards Rumi's head to blow it off, and Rumi's left leg, swinging up to kick the dragon high up.

The movements for the dragon and the rabbit hero were faster than a regular person's eye could track, making it seem like they were only a blur of color.

An explosion reverberated through the air, and the dragon was sent flying into the atmosphere. Rumi's attack had hit, but so had the dragons.

For a few seconds, nothing came out of the small wound that the dragon had inflicted. Then, a slow, small stream of blood trickled down Rumi's cheek, signifying that the dragon pierced her skin.

The dragon, snapping out of the daze he had just entered, flapped his four wings, albeit slowly. He had just enough time to lessen the fall damage he would have taken, and crashed into the ground, creating a small crater.

The dragon climbed out of the hole, a wing bent up and an arm dangling, showing that it was broken.

In an undignified voice, the dragon cried, "How?! How are you stronger than me?!"

Rumi only smirked and wiped the blood off with her thumb.

"You STILL underestimated me." She picked up a sword that had shown itself in the rubble of a house, and held it up, pointing at the dragon. "You know what? Tell me your name."

The Elder Dragon, sensing his imminent death, rose his head, pride still evident as he shouted out his name. "DRACUL! ELDER DRAGON OF FIRE!"

"Heh, what the hell." In a flash, for the villagers eyes, Dracul's head flew off, ending the life of the Elder Dragon of Fire.

Rumi, on the other hand, appeared on the other side of the crater, sword out to the side, slowly dripping dragon's blood.

Throwing down the sword, she turned around, jumped over the crater, and landed, flashing a wide, battle-crazed smirk. She seemed smug, as this was the first Elder Dragon she's ever taken down by herself. What made her even more happy was that she took it down, sustaining a mere scratch.

During the fight, a crowd had formed, the closest people standing at the edge of the village. People had also peeked out from their hiding place to watch the fight. They all cheered when they saw Rumi decapitate the dragon, pushing forward to meet the rabbit hero.

Another roar echoed, however, and everyone except Rumi went into hiding once more, leaving her out in the open.

A blue dragon, larger than the Elder one, flew over, spraying magically conjured water at the fires, extinguishing them in quick succession. It then glided down to the ground, landing with a softer thud. Lowering the neck, a familiar spiky black-haired woman can be seen, smiling down at Rumi.

"So, Ms. Hero, you took down your first dragon. How'd it feel?"

"It was so fuckin' cool! Though, I wish he was at least as strong as Igris or Nakir... Didn't have that much strength"

"Now, now," Momo chided. "Not all dragons are immediately grand-marshal class, much less primordial. So far, they've been mostly Marshal and Elite-Knight grades."

"Yeah, weaklings."

"Rumi, you were training with literal gods and their hosts. Plus, you were S-Class before we even met you. Anything besides Marshal grade and up wouldn't stand a chance."

She only huffed in annoyance, impatiently tapping the ground with her foot.

"Anything else around here?"

"Me and Saphira didn't see anything. If there are, then they were probably blocked from view or were in the forest we flew over. Oh, speaking of forests, the ground assault team will most likely take an hour or more to arrive. They're trying to get through while we speak."

"E-Excuse me?"

One of the older, less scared villager children shuffled forward, fidgeting with his hands. He looked scared, as he was trembling, but he had a brave face on. Parts of his dirty clothes were burned, presumably from the fires were only just extinguished.

"Ah, 'sup?"

"U-Um... is that d-dragon a familiar?"

"Oh, yeah, in a way, I guess. Her name's Saphira. Say hello, Saphira."

Startling the entire village, Saphira spoke. "Hello, child." Everyone, still somewhat scared, pushed forward, getting close, but not too close. They all wanted to meet the dragon familiar.

While Momo saw what was happening, she still had no clue what the child and Rumi were saying. All she knew was that they were speaking the language spoken by these people. She had no idea how Rumi came to understand it in such a short time, much less speak it. To her, it seemed to be complete gibberish.

"Rumi, what language are you speaking?"

"No fuckin' idea. But some elf woman did something with her hands and now I can understand these people. Said something about translation magic?"

"Magic? Like the direct usage of mana to attack?"

"Again, no clue. You're gonna have to ask the elf over there. You know what? Oi! Aredheil!"

The woman in question turned her head, hearing her name called. Seeing as it was Rumi, she finished healing an injured person, and walked over.

"Yes? Do you need something?"

Rumi pointed to Momo, saying, "I need you to use that translate thing on her, here. She can't understand anything we're saying."

"Ah, I see. I shall start."

Rumi spun back around to Momo, and said, "She's gonna start now. Don't panic."

Before Momo could respond, the familiar magic circle appeared under her, copying what was in the caster's palm.

She felt no pain, but a wave of information on a language flooded her mind. Strangely, she immediately knew how to speak it, what different words mean, how to write with it, and how to read, all in an instant.

"W-What was that...?"

Aredheil spoke up, explaining what exactly it was.

"We call it translation magic, which can imbue the knowledge on how to speak, read, and write the Common Language. Only certain races cannot be affected by this spell, like the arachnoids. However, they can use translation on us to understand them. We do not know why this happens, and people at the royal capital are researching this, but to no avail."

"So... you found a loophole you can use temporarily until you find out the solution to the problem?"

"Put simply, yes. However, there have been no major breakthroughs in magic research and development in over sixty years."

Apparently, the best magician, titled "Great Sage," recently passed, making it even harder to know if magic has reached its limit.

The Great Sage was responsible for protecting human-kind from other countries' attacks. Once, he had to go against one of the Elder Dragons, but talked it down, in the end. He was granted the title from the countries king, King Muller die Schöne, along with the titles of "Emperor of Fire." for his mastery of fire elemental magic, "Lord of the Dragons," as he tamed more than twenty during his lifetime, and "Hero of the die Schöne Kingdom."

" He seemed like a wonderful man. Oh, speaking of magic, how do you use it?"

Momo curiously asked, wondering if she could use it herself.

"It starts with your aptitude. We need a Magic Stone Orb for that, though."

"Magic Stone... what does it look like?"

"It's completely clear, and about this big." Aredheil curls both of her hands together, creating a circle the size of a softball.

"When activated, the orb glows a color corresponding to the element. Fire is red, green is Wind, Earth is a mix of yellow and gold, and Water is blue. Those are the basic types. While uncommon, people also have multiple elemental affinity, but only one person has had all four, along with Light, Dark, and Personal, or Null, depending on where you are. Those extra three are extra types, and not many people can use them."

"So, we know what the basic ones are, but what are Light, Dark and Null magic users like?"

"Um… I haven't met any Dark users, so I can't tell you personally. Light users are mostly healers, nuns and priests. There is an advanced version of the element, but it is given to those who are the head priest of the Church of Diane. It's called the Holy Arts. Those with the element affinity can heal any illness, along with granting illness protection."

Momo raised an eyebrow. "Holy Arts, huh? That sounds a bit… suspicious."

"What kind of magic can Dark users… use?"

"Summoning magic. There is a myth about that, where, depending on the user's magic quantity, they summon beings that are similar in level. After the summoning is complete, the summoner and summon enter a contract."

"Hm… so far, everything seems geared towards the Dark user. Is there some sort of challenge or drawback?"

"Yes. The summoner has to complete a contract condition made by the summoned creature. If you fail, you cannot summon that creature again, so you only have one chance. However, if you succeed, you name your new contracted creature, and they care for you until you pass on. The drawback is that the creature can stay out of the spirit world until your magic power depletes to a certain point."

"So this world's way of summoning is similar to ours, but the creature we summon vanishes after a dungeon is complete. Plus, we don't need a contract condition."

Momo looks to the distance, lost in thought. She wonder's what kind of affinity she has, .and if being a Ruler's host affected anything besides her strength in both physical and magical powers, along with lengthening her lifespan. She honestly wouldn't be surprised if she suddenly gained the affinity for all magic.

"What about Null?"

"I'm sorry?"

"What about Null magic or the other name it was called?"

Aredheil tapped her finger to her chin before perking up, remembering what Momo was talking about.

"Personal magic? It depends on the person. Like its name implies, Personal magic is magic that only you can use. Other people can ue it if they practice hard enough, or are relatives of people who can use it. It's not uncommon for a young boy to use magic that is the same as their great-grandfathers.

That being said, there is a record of a person who could use any type of Personal magic as long as he touched that person. It was his Personal skill, one that is of its own kind. He called it "Magic Mimic," or something. Around 30 years ago, that man disappeared, like he was erased off the face of the Earth. We don't know what happened, so he was presumed to be dead."

Momo had a sudden thought. "Magic Mimic? That sounds familiar..."

"Do you want to know if you have a Personal magic spell?"

"Sure… though I probably know what it is."

Aredheil looked at Momo wish surprise on her face. "You have an idea?"

"Yes, though not enough evidence to back it up."

The elf hummed to herself, thinking. "Well then, shall we see what it is?"

With a slight sparkle in her eye, Momo confidently answered, "Yes!"