Genius Prismatic Mage Chapter 202

#202. Imitation and Creation (1)

You know how to use a prism.

“how?”

Ray’s question was brief, but its meaning was conveyed well.

“It’s something that’s also in the last forest. It’s the only one though.”

Grinne calmly wiped away the dust accumulated on the prism.

He looked around and headed down to the window where the light was falling in a thin diagonal line, then lifted the prism so that it was in the middle of the light’s path.

What on earth are you doing?

The moment I was questioning.

“… … !”

Ray couldn’t help but feel his heart sink.

Multicolored lines shot out from the prism, cutting through the air.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.

Seven colors layered on top of each other.

The light was very weak and dim.

But how could one not recognize it?

A strong excitement covered the boy’s entire body, and the mana of the yellow jewel that resonated with his emotions began to surge with an unprecedented intensity.

Crackle──! Crackle──!

Electricity began to flow through the boy’s body, and sparks quickly engulfed the entire inside of the tower.

Ray, who had a human-like form made up almost entirely of yellow, spoke.

“rainbow?”

“The shape is similar. I think it would be best to calm down for now.”

“Grine said, with a rare look of bewilderment.

“First, try to find your breath. Imagine that you are in a green meadow right now.”

“The image isn’t being drawn.”

“Just think of an idea.”

“Okay, I’m in the meadow.”

“Breathe slowly and look up at the clear sky. Birds flying peacefully, white clouds floating leisurely, and…”

“rainbow.”

The spark has become twice as powerful.

The relics fell with a clatter, and Greene hid under the table, emerging after Ray calmed down.

“You shouldn’t get excited this time.”

Grinne placed the prism back into the path of light and took his hand away.

The prism remained fixed in space, maintaining the shape of a rainbow.

The sparks still flew, but they were much weaker than before, thanks to Ray’s concentration and control of his emotions.

After observing Ray’s mood for a moment, Greene felt relieved and continued talking.

“I first learned about the legend of the rainbow when I came out to the outside world through Ray. The seven-colored bands in the sky, and when I heard the story, I suddenly thought of the prism in the last forest. It’s not a ring that’s cut in half, but a prism is something that can create lines made up of exactly seven colors. But I didn’t know I’d see a prism here again.”

There was a hint of joy in Greene’s eyes as she looked at the prism.

Ray followed her and stared into the prism and the seven colored lines.

‘It’s not a rainbow.’

Deep excitement and a moment.

It didn’t take long for me to realize that what I was seeing was not a rainbow.

A rainbow is said to be a huge band across a clear sky.

The colors are so vivid that you can see them anywhere in the world.

However, the multicolored lines that appeared before my eyes were small in size and their colors were also very blurry.

In other words.

“It looks like something that mimics a rainbow.”

“I think so too.”

“The owner of this tower said he found the prism in the ruins. Why is there a prism in the last forest?”

“I don’t know. It was just handed down. No one knew its exact use. They thought of it as a craft that drew beautiful lines in the air.”

“It’s not a craft.”

Grinega turned to Ray.

“Do you know anything?”

“It’s something made to honor and admire someone.”

Ray wandered among the fallen relics and soon found Binjin’s notebook.

“Here, the purpose of the prism is written.”

“I can’t read it because it’s old text.”

“I won’t forget. We will always be waiting for you. That’s what I mean. And the emotions are conveyed in the text. Longing, gratitude, sadness, and….”

After hearing Ray’s story, Greene became lost in thought and then said.

“Could it possibly be a tribute to the figure in the mural?”

“What kind of person?”

“The front part of the mural. The part where the mural, which had been painted only in black, white, and gray, began to take on various colors. There was a person standing under a rainbow.”

“I remember.”

“That person seemed to have breathed color into the colorless world. In terms of the content of the mural, after that, the world in the mural began to develop rapidly.”

Greene’s opinion made sense.

If someone is admired and respected, there is a high probability that they have achieved something great.

Ray, who was staring blankly at the prism and multi-colored lines, suddenly had a question.

What principle does a prism use to convert the light it receives into various colors?

It’s definitely not a magical tool, as mana doesn’t seem to flow.

Then Greene answered as if he had read Ray’s question.

“A prism has the function of splitting light.”

“You split the light?”

“Yes. Red. Orange. Yellow. Green. Blue. Indigo. Violet. They are all the colors that light originally contained. They were just combined and separated again.”

Ray was a little taken aback.

This was because it was hard to believe that sunlight, which we had always taken for granted, was made up of many different components.

He immediately expressed his doubts.

“It sounds like they say that when you release sunlight, various colors appear. Conversely, when you combine colors, the colors of sunlight that we know appear.”

“That’s correct. You understand quickly.”

“But light is white. How can sunlight, which contains so many colors, be white? Normally, the more colors you combine, the blacker it becomes.”

The boy, who had a different vision than the average wizard, was extremely sensitive to colors.

He was able to delicately distinguish between subtle differences in similar colors, and he also knew exactly what color would come out when each color was mixed.

Therefore, it was very difficult to accept that mixing seven colors produces white.

“You may think so. But light and color are different.”

Grinne smiled faintly and explained calmly.

The more you mix light, the whiter it becomes.

They say that the more you mix colors, the blacker they become.

Also, light exists in itself, and color is just a part of reflected light.

“There is light in the world. It is white light. Light is scattered throughout the world. Whether living or non-living, some of the colors contained in white light are absorbed and some are reflected. Of course, each type is different.”

Grinega continued her explanation, playing with her long hair.

“For example, my hair reflects the green light contained in white light.”

“… … .”

The difference between light and color.

A strange and unfamiliar concept.

But thanks to Greene’s detailed explanation, I was able to understand it roughly.

‘The more you mix the mana in the air, the blacker it becomes.’

That was also the case with the ring’s mana, even if it had been purified.

Ray, whose thoughts suddenly crossed his mind, mixed the mana from the yellow jewel with the mana from the green jewel he had borrowed from Grinne.

Yellow and green.

As far as I know, mixing the two should result in a cloudy lime green color.

However, the color that appeared before my eyes now was the same lime green, but it felt much more vivid and bright.

Additionally, the jewel’s mana itself was emitting a soft light.

‘The mana in the air is color, the mana of the jewel is light…’

While Ray was feeling a bit uneasy, Greene continued her explanation.

“And color perception can vary across species, meaning the world we see may be different from the world other animals see.”

“… I think I know what you mean. When I used Nero’s vision with my ministry magic before, there were a lot of things that looked strangely colored.”

“It’s amazing. Living in the same world, but at the same time living in completely different worlds. In Ray’s case, you said you can see mana with your naked eyes.”

Grinega took a deep breath and asked.

“What is Ray’s world like?”

*

After wandering around the inside of the tower for a while, Grinne returned holding a stone slab in his arms and handed it to Ray.

“Please read.”

“… … .”

It was a stone tablet with a fairy tale about a rainbow and the sun written on it.

I didn’t want to read it because the rest of the story was cut off, but I read it slowly in case it changed my impressions.

“The rainbow of seven brilliant colors was so beautiful. The sun, the clouds, the rain, the snow, and the wind all thought so.”

“Please read a little more clearly.”

Rustle.

When I raised my head, I saw Grinne sitting on a chair, holding a pack of beef jerky, with an interesting expression on his face.

“I can only read.”

“Oh, give it back.”

Ray, who had transferred ownership of the jerky, continued reading.

“… but the rainbow fell to the ground, and the world, shedding its black and white shell, was dyed in color.”

I read the story more intently than last time, but my impressions didn’t change much.

The content was cut off at important parts, which just made it uncomfortable to read.

‘So what happened to the sun that fell to the ground chasing the rainbow?’

As I was thinking that way, I heard a moved voice.

“You chased after me because you loved me…! How romantic…! It seems the sun was passionately in love with the rainbow…!”

When I raised my head, I could see Veronica sitting next to me.

In his hand he held a small flowerpot with green sprouts sprouting from it.

“When did you come?”

“From the part where the rainbow fell to the ground. I came to show this to you, Mr. Greene.”

“It’s the sprout of the World Tree. It’s in good condition, so you must have taken good care of it.”

After examining the flower pot, Greene turned his gaze to Ray and returned to the original topic.

“First of all, the content reminds me of the mural we saw. There was a part in the mural where the black and white world changed into multi-colored ones. What do you think? Ray, did any images come to mind while you were reading the story?”

“There was none at all.”

Grinne took out his sketchbook and began to draw quickly.

Several of the drawings, which were completed shortly after, contained content that matched the fairy tale on the stone tablet.

“As I listened to the story, these images came to mind. Naturally, without even realizing it. How was it, Veronica?”

“Oh, really? I had a similar scene in mind! It’s not quite as cool an image as this one, though!”

Grinne nodded and spoke to Ray.

“This is the minimum standard for exercising imagination. You should be able to easily convert ideas received in print into images.”

A new sketchbook was handed over to Ray.

As I opened the package and unfolded it, the pure white drawing papers fluttered and turned.

“That is where Ray’s world will unfold. Draw anything. Start with imitation. Whether it is beautiful or ugly. Whether it is good or bad. Whether it is moving or still. Whether it is white or black.”

“… … .”

Ray picked up a pencil.

I tried to draw anything that came to mind, but my mind was blank, so I looked around and stopped looking at Veronica.

“Huh? You want to draw me?”

Ray nods.

Veronica’s eyes widened, she took out a mirror, fixed her hair and face, and sat up straight in a refreshing posture.

“Ready!”

Emotions of excitement and anticipation surged hotly in the girl’s bowl.

Only the ticking of the second hand and the ticking of pencils filled the space.

“It’s all done.”

Ray turned over his sketchbook.

There was something drawn there in the shape of a human being.

“This is… me…?”

A trembling voice came out.

Veronica’s emotions began to swirl like a storm, and Ray grabbed another sketchbook beside him and hurried out of the tower.

─Layah! Stop for a moment! This is too much! Let’s talk!

The boy rolled over to avoid the wind vines shot by the girl and quickly walked out of the mansion door.

As I walked away from the angry murderous spirit, I found myself in a busy area.

‘Drawing is harder than I thought.’

Ray picked up a rolling wooden box, sat down, and looked around.

A fountain in the center of the square.

Street vendors located around the area.

Pedestrians moving busily.

The subject matter was overflowing.

Square, square.

How long has it been since I bowed my head and focused on the painting?

“Your painting style is very unique.”

I turned my head at the sound of the voice and saw a blond young man holding a sketchbook.

Ray’s gaze fell on the three rings on the young man’s chest.