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"Erwin, let me tell you a fascinating story about the creation of the first ever grimoire," she said, a smile playing on her lips. "You see, a grimoire is not just an ordinary book. It is a sacred vessel containing the profound knowledge of magic, a treasure trove of spells, incantations, and the secrets of the arcane arts."

She paused for a moment, allowing the weight of her words to sink in. Then, with a hint of mystery in her voice, she continued, "But here\'s the truly remarkable part: a grimoire cannot be copied like any ordinary book. Even if someone were to transcribe its contents, the copied material remains incomprehensible to all but the original creator. It is a bond that goes far beyond mere ink and paper."

\'Imagine the grimoires throwing tantrums if someone tries to photocopy them. \'Sorry, mate, you can\'t handle my magical greatness, try making a copy of a recipe book instead,\' he chuckled inwardly, envisioning disgruntled grimoires flexing their magical muscles.

Adelaide leaned back, her gaze fixed on Erwin, eager to captivate him with the story\'s next chapter. "Legend has it that when a mage reaches a certain level of mastery over magic, when their connection to the world\'s mana is at its strongest, something extraordinary happens. The very essence of magic itself responds to their mastery, and the mana weaves together to form a grimoire of their own."

She could sense Erwin\'s intrigue growing, his curiosity intensifying with each passing moment. Adelaide leaned forward once again, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Imagine it, Erwin—the birth of a grimoire, an embodiment of a mage\'s incredible journey and their deep connection to the magic that flows through our world."

"As the mage touches the radiant sphere of mana, a transformation occurs," Adelaide continued, her voice filled with awe. "The swirling energies coalesce, taking shape and form, until they manifest into a magnificent book—a grimoire unique to that mage alone. Its pages are adorned with ancient symbols, intricate diagrams, and inscriptions that hold the key to unlocking the secrets of their magic."

Adelaide\'s excitement was contagious, and she couldn\'t help but notice the glimmer of fascination in Erwin\'s eyes. She pressed on, eager to reveal more of the story. "The grimoire, you see, is not just an ordinary book. It is intimately connected to the mage\'s very soul. Only they, and they alone, can comprehend its true meaning and harness its power. Others who attempt to read it will find the words as elusive as whispers on the wind."

Erwin\'s mind swirled with a mix of awe and amusement as he absorbed Adelaide\'s words. The concept of grimoires being bound to a mage\'s soul struck him as both extraordinary and comical. \'So, I need to find a book that\'s not only a good read but also willing to enter a soul-binding contract with me? Talk about high standards for a literary relationship,\' he thought, a playful grin spreading across his face.

"And so, Erwin," Adelaide continued, her voice taking on a melodious quality, "the creation of a grimoire became a revered accomplishment among mages. It became a testament to their mastery over magic, a symbol of their profound connection to the world\'s mana. Each grimoire is as unique as its creator, a reflection of their journey, their discoveries, and the depths of their magical prowess."

\'So, even after mages kick the bucket, their grimoires continue to haunt the magical world. It\'s like an eternal magical legacy. \'Oh look, it\'s the ghost of Mage McSpellcaster\'s grimoire! Boo, I\'m still here to haunt you with magical knowledge!\'\' he quipped silently, relishing the idea of spirited grimoires with a sense of humor.

As Adelaide finished recounting the enchanting tale of the creation of grimoires, she leaned forward again, her expression becoming more contemplative. "But the story doesn\'t end there, Erwin," she said, her voice tinged with a touch of solemnity. "When a mage\'s journey comes to an end, their physical form may perish, but their grimoire remains."

Her gaze grew intense as she continued, "The grimoire becomes a precious relic, an artifact that carries the legacy and wisdom of its creator. It is said that these grimoires, scattered throughout the world, serve as evidence of their existence and a guiding light for future generations of mages."

Taking out a big tome bound in purple lather, she said, "These ancient tomes, Erwin, are the testament to the mages who came before us. They hold within their pages the accumulated knowledge, spells, and insights that have been passed down through generations."

"But here\'s the intriguing part," Adelaide continued, her voice lowering in reverence. "While anyone may stumble upon a grimoire, only those who are deemed worthy can bind themselves to its essence. It is a sacred bond, an acknowledgment by the grimoire itself that the seeker possesses the qualities, the passion, and the integrity to continue the mage\'s legacy."

Adelaide\'s words hung in the air, creating an atmosphere of profound significance. She watched Erwin closely, curious to see his reaction to this revelation.

"These bound grimoires," Adelaide said, her tone gentle yet firm, "become not just a source of knowledge, but a conduit through which the next generation of mages can access the teachings and experiences of those who came before. They hold the keys to unlocking new frontiers in magic, expanding our understanding, and pushing the boundaries of what is possible."

Her eyes sparkled with a blend of hope and admiration as she concluded, "So, Erwin, as we embark on this magical journey together, know that the grimoires that lie in wait are not mere books, but vessels of immense power and wisdom. Their secrets are there to be unraveled by those who prove themselves worthy, and in doing so, they become custodians of the past, shaping the future of magic."

Adelaide fell silent, allowing the weight of her words to settle upon them both. The air in the room was charged with anticipation, as Erwin absorbed the significance of what he had learned. They were standing on the threshold of a world where ancient knowledge and untold power awaited them, ready to be explored and harnessed by those who dared to embrace the path of the mage.

Erwin\'s eyes met Adelaide\'s, his amusement bubbling just beneath the surface. "Thanks for the enchanting tale, Professor Adelaide," he said, barely suppressing a giggle. "I\'m ready to embark on this whimsical journey to find my soulmate... I mean, my soul-bound grimoire and unlock the secrets of magical greatness!"

Adelaide nodded, "That\'s right, Erwin. Having a grimoire certainly has its advantages, but it doesn\'t define the greatness of a mage. It\'s the magic within you, the spark of potential, and the dedication to honing your skills that truly matter. Having a grimoire of your own is not the sole measure of success. What truly matters is the ability to create your own magical legacy, just like many mages before you. meaning creating a grimoire of your own."

Erwin leaned back, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "So, you\'re saying I can become a formidable mage without a grimoire? Does that mean I can write my own magical spell book filled with  incantations and spells? \'Abraca-doodle-doo\' and \'Wingardium Levity-sa\' sound like spells I\'d come up with!" he chuckled, imagining the comedic chaos that would ensue.

Adelaide laughed, appreciating Erwin\'s humorous take on things. "It depends. With a unique connection to the world\'s mana and a playful spirit, your grimoire could contain a whole range of whimsical spells. From turning teacups into talking frogs to summoning an army of ticklish feather dusters, the possibilities are endless!"

Erwin inquired, his eyes filled with curiosity. "Having a grimoire like that would undoubtedly be fun. But Professor, is this grimoire your creation, or is it a bound grimoire? ." As he spoke, he gestured towards the enchanting purple book that she had previously shared with him.

Adelaide\'s smile widened, and a glimmer of pride danced in her eyes. "Ah, Erwin, you have a keen eye for magical artifacts. This grimoire," she paused, her voice laced with a hint of wonder, "Was indeed crafted by a world for me when I achieved the illustrious rank of an eighth-circle mage."

Erwin\'s eyes widened in sheer astonishment as Adelaide revealed her extraordinary achievement. "You... You\'re an eighth-circle mage?!"

Adelaide couldn\'t contain her laughter at Erwin\'s stunned expression. "Oh, Erwin, you look like you\'ve seen a ghost! But yes, you heard it right," she said, her voice laced with a playful tone. "I finally made my breakthrough at the end of the last century."

Erwin\'s eyes widened further, his jaw practically hitting the floor. "Last century? Professor Adelaide, that means you\'ve been an eighth-circle mage for... for decades!..." Erwin hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to ask, "If you don\'t mind me asking, Professor Adelaide, may I know your age precisely?"

Adelaide playfully narrowed her eyes, feigning offense. "Oh, Erwin, you really know how to make a lady feel ancient, don\'t you?" She put a hand to her chest in mock hurt, but a mischievous glimmer remained in her eyes.

Erwin couldn\'t help but smirk at her reaction. "Come on, Professor, you were just sharing your magical achievements. I thought it was only fair to satisfy my curiosity. After all, you were the one who revealed your breakthrough."

Adelaide\'s pout turned into a playful smile as she realized his point. "Well, I suppose you have a valid argument there, Erwin. But remember, a true mage never reveals her age. Let\'s keep it a delightful mystery, shall we?"

Erwin chuckled, appreciating her humor. "Fair enough, Professor. Your age shall remain an enigma that adds to your mystical allure."