"Bagus," gumam Michael sambil menoleh ke arah Arianne. "Ternyata mudah."<br><br>Arianne meredam tawa di balik jemarinya. "Sepertinya makhluk itu sudah memilihmu."<br><br>Michael menggelengkan kepalanya pelan, bibirnya sedikit berkedut.<br><br>Namun, Michael setidaknya merasa lega karena semuanya berjalan lancar sejauh ini.<br><br>Sekarang, satu-satunya masalah nyata adalah apakah ia bisa sukses menjinakkan beast tersebut melalui ritual kontrak sihir tuan-budak.<br><br>Pandangan Arianne tertuju pada burung hantu itu beberapa saat lebih lama, ada secercah antisipasi di matanya.<br><br>"Mari kita kembali ke taman," ucapnya tiba-tiba sambil berbalik menghadap Michael dengan senyum cerah. "Kau harus langsung mencoba menjinakkannya."<br><br>Suaranya menyiratkan percikan kegembiraan yang hampir menular—bahkan terlihat lebih bersemangat daripada Michael, setidaknya di permukaan. Namun jauh di dalam lubuk hatinya, Michael merasakan antisipasi di balik ekspresi tenangnya.<br><br>"Kenapa harus menunggu?" imbuhnya.<br><br>Michael mengangguk kecil. "Benar juga."<br><br>Tanpa buang waktu, mereka berdua berpamitan kepada orang tua Elric dan berbalik meninggalkan kandang itu. Para pengawal langsung berbaris mengikuti langkah mereka saat menyusuri kembali jalan setapak di dalam kawasan tersebut. Matahari sore bersinar miring menembus taman, memantulkan cahaya keemasan di atas pagar tanaman yang terpangkas rapi dan jalur batu ber-rune.<br><br>Tak lama kemudian, mereka mendekati area terbuka tempat singa api tadi masih beristirahat.<br><br>Michael menunduk menatap burung hantu yang masih bertengger dengan tenang di lengan bawahnya. Bulu-bulunya berkilau samar diterpa cahaya, dan mata peraknya mengawasi sekeliling dengan rasa ingin tahu yang malas.<br><br>"Kuharap semuanya berjalan lancar," gumam Michael pelan.<br><br>Arianne bertepuk tangan ringan begitu mereka tiba di taman. "Ambilkan meja yang tadi," serunya kepada para pawang.<br><br>Para pria itu bergerak tanpa penundaan, sigap mengambil peralatan dan menata meja tepat di tempat semula.<br><br>Tanpa menunggu, Arianne langsung mulai meracik ulang larutan penjinak.<br><br>Jemarinya bergerak dengan cekatan.<br><br>Michael berdiri di samping, mengamati dengan minat yang tenang.<br><br>Burung hantu di lengannya berkedip pelan, kepalanya menoleh mengikuti gerakannya saat mengawasi wanita itu juga.<br><br>Hanya ketika larutan itu mencapai tahap akhir, Arianne memberi gestur kepada Michael.<br><br>Michael melangkah maju tanpa ragu.<br><br>Arianne menyerahkan sebilah bilah tipis kepadanya. "Sedikit saja."<br><br>Michael mengambil bilah itu dan, dengan gerakan bersih, membuat sayatan dangkal di sisi telapak tangannya. Darah langsung merembes keluar, berwarna merah tua dan hangat. Ia membiarkan darah itu menetes ke tengah wadah, tempat cairan tersebut mendesis dan menyatu ke dalam cairan ritual.<br><br>Tanpa bergeming, ia menerima botol kaca kecil yang disodorkan Arianne berikutnya.<br><br>Meski sebenarnya tidak membutuhkannya, Michael tetap mengoleskan sedikit ramuan itu ke telapak tangannya. Kulitnya terasa sejuk dan menutup rapat dengan cepat.<br><br>Michael melirik ke dalam mangkuk saat darahnya telah merata di dasarnya.<br><br>Lalu ia bertanya, "Bukankah seharusnya aku yang mempersiapkan ritualnya?"<br><br>Arianne terkekeh pelan. "Belum tentu. Satu-satunya bagian krusial yang membutuhkan seorang beast tamer hanyalah pada dua momen—pengorbanan darah, yang baru saja kaulakukan, dan tahap pengikatan roh yang akan datang."<br><br>Michael memasang ekspresi berpikir.<br><br>"Baiklah," ucapnya akhirnya dengan suara tenang. "Mari kita lanjutkan."<br><br>Michael mengamati saat Arianne segera mulai menggambar lingkaran ritual sihir.<br><br>Begitu selesai, seluruh formasi itu berpijar dengan cahaya lembut.<br><br>Arianne berdiri dan menepuk-nepuk tangannya hingga bersih, sementara cahaya samar dari lingkaran ritual berdenyut pelan di bawah kakinya.<br><br>"Letakkan dia di tengah," ujarnya sambil menunjuk ke arah burung hantu.<br><br>Michael melangkah maju. Burung hantu mutan yang masih bertengger tenang di lengannya itu sama sekali tidak melakukan perlawanan.<br><br>—"Lingkaran berkilau."<br><br>Michael menurunkan lengannya, membiarkan burung hantu itu melompat turun dengan lembut ke tengah formasi. Begitu makhluk itu mendarat, cahaya di sekeliling lingkaran menguat—hanya sedikit—seolah mengenali kehadiran target ikatan tersebut.<br><br>"Sekarang," kata Arianne sambil mundur selangkah, "keluarlah dari lingkaran dan celupkan tanganmu ke dalam tinta."<br><br>Michael melakukan sesuai instruksi, berjalan keluar dari batas lingkaran sebelum mencelupkan tangannya yang tidak terluka ke dalam wadah. Cairan gelap itu menempel di telapak tangannya, terasa dingin dan menggelitik.<br><br>"Salurkan manamu," ucap Arianne lembut. "Alirkan rohmu ke dalam tinta."<br><br>Begitu Michael melakukannya, ia langsung merasakannya—sebuah benang tak kasat mata mengerat di antara dirinya dan burung hantu itu. Rasanya tipis pada awalnya, seperti tarikan samar dari sehelai benang yang terikat pada jiwanya.<br><br>Suara Arianne memecah keheningan. "Bagaimana rasanya?"<br><br>Michael memejamkan matanya sejenak, memusatkan konsentrasi.<br><br>"Terhubung," gumamnya.<br><br>Arianne mengangguk. "Bagus. Kekuatan rohmu sedang mencapainya. Itulah fungsi ritual ini—membantu menyalurkan kehendakmu dengan cara yang memengaruhi jiwa makhluk tersebut."<br><br>Michael membuka matanya, pandangannya terkunci pada burung hantu itu.<br><br>"Jadi yang harus kulakukan hanyalah..."<br><br>"Menurunkan resistensinya," sambung Arianne. "Kau bisa melakukannya dengan dua cara. Dominasi jiwanya dengan rohmu sendiri... atau yakinkan dia melalui koneksi."<br><br>Michael mengangkat alis. "Jadi pilihannya antara kekerasan mentah—atau membujuknya agar mau bergabung dengannya?"<br><br>"Intinya, ya, begitu," jawab Arianne dengan nada ringan.<br><br>Michael mengalihkan pandangannya kembali ke burung hantu yang mata peraknya sedang menatapnya lekat-lekat.<br><br>Michael menarik napas pelan dan menunduk menatap burung hantu yang masih duduk tenang di tengah ritual.<br><br>Ia menyipitkan matanya.<br><br>"Kau mau makanan yang berkilau?" tanyanya melalui ikatan tersebut dengan nada bercanda.<br><br>Burung hantu itu memiringkan kepalanya lagi, tampak penasaran.<br><br>—"Makanan berkilau?" gumamnya menirukan. "Mmm... ya. Aku mau."<br><br>Michael tersenyum miring. "Kalau begitu, diamlah. Jadi anak baik. Maka makanan berkilau itu akan jadi milikmu."<br><br>Ia tidak keberatan menyuap makhluk dengan tingkat kecerdasan anak kecil.<br><br>Burung hantu itu bergeser sedikit, cakarnya meregang, tetapi ia tidak meninggalkan lingkaran.<br><br>—"Lingkaran ini... membuatku gatal," keluh suara itu, kini terdengar lebih pelan. "Seperti ada dengungan di bulu-buluku."<br><br>"Tidak nyaman?" tanya Michael.<br><br>—"Ya! Tapi... masih tidak apa-apa. Asal kau janji beri makanan berkilau."<br><br>Michael mendesak dengan lembut, "Aku berjanji. Lebih dari satu. Sangat berkilau. Sangat berair dan lezat."<br><br>Sampai detik ini ia sama sekali tidak tahu apa sebenarnya makanan berkilau itu. Namun, itu urusan belakangan. Bagaimanapun ini hanyalah sebuah eksperimen, jadi ia tidak masalah jika harus sedikit berbohong.<br><br>Ia hanya ingin memastikan beberapa hal.<br><br>Suara di dalam pikirannya berkicau lagi, gagasan-gagasannya mengalir seperti aliran air.<br><br>—"Kau mengahamiku... kau benar-benar mengahamiku. Kau yang pertama."<br><br>Michael merasakan benang di antara mereka tertarik semakin erat. Ikatan itu sedang terbentuk.<br><br>Ia mendorong sekali lagi, kali ini bukan dengan kata-kata, melainkan niat—sebuah perasaan tenang tentang persahabatan, tentang keinginan untuk melindungi dan tumbuh bersama. Itu bukanlah lonjakan dominasi yang luar biasa... melainkan sekadar ketulusan.<br><br>Yah, setidaknya ia percaya itu adalah ketulusan.<br><br>—"Baiklah," bisik suara itu, kini terdengar lebih lembut. "Baiklah, aku akan menjadi milikmu."<br><br>Lingkaran sihir itu berdenyut.<br><br>Michael memerhatikan saat rune-rune tersebut menyala terang sepenuhnya.<br><br>Ritual mencapai puncaknya.<br><br>Ikatan itu telah sempurna.<br><br>Namun, tepat saat Michael hendak merilekskan tubuhnya, sebuah panel muncul di hadapannya.<br><br>[Kau telah mempelajari skill {Taming}]
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"Well," Michael murmured, glancing back at Arianne. "That was easy."
Arianne smothered a laugh behind her fingers. "Seems like it’s already claimed you."
Michael shook his head faintly, lips twitching.
However, Michael was at least glad that everything was going smoothly so far.
Now, the only real issue was whether he could successfully tame the beast through the master-subordinate magic ritual contract.
Arianne’s eyes lingered on the owl for a few moments longer, a flicker of anticipation in her gaze.
"Let’s head back to the garden," she said suddenly, turning to Michael with a bright smile. "You should try taming it immediately."
Her voice carried a spark of excitement that was almost infectious—more excited than even Michael, at least on the surface. But deep inside, Michael felt anticipation beneath his calm expression.
"Why wait?" she added.
Michael gave a small nod. "No reason at all."
Without further delay, they thanked the old man Elric and turned to leave the enclosure. Guards fell into step behind them as they retraced their path through the estate. The afternoon sun slanted through the gardens, casting golden light across trimmed hedges and warded stone paths.
Soon, they approached the clearing where the flame lion still rested.
Michael looked down at the owl still perched calmly on his forearm. Its feathers shimmered faintly in the light, and its silver eyes scanned the space ahead with lazy interest.
"I hope all goes well," Michael murmured under his breath.
Arianne clapped her hands lightly once they arrived at the garden. "Bring back the table from earlier," she called to the handlers.
The men moved without delay, swiftly retrieving the tools and setting the table exactly where it had been before.
Without waiting, Arianne immediately began recreating the taming solution.
Her fingers moved deftly.
Michael stood off to the side, watching with quiet interest.
The owl on his arm blinked slowly, head swiveling as it watched her too.
Only when the solution reached the final stage did Arianne gesture to Michael.
Michael stepped forward without hesitation.
Arianne handed him a thin blade. "Just a little."
Michael took the blade and, with a clean motion, made a shallow cut across the side of his palm. Blood welled up immediately, dark red and warm. He let it drip into the center of the basin, where it hissed and merged into the ritual fluid.
Without flinching, he accepted the small glass vial Arianne held out next.
Though he did not need it, Michael still dabbed a bit of the potion onto his palm. The skin cooled and sealed rapidly.
Michael glanced at the bowl as the blood settled in.
Then he asked, "Shouldn’t I be the one preparing the ritual?"
Arianne gave a soft chuckle. "Not necessarily. The only crucial part where the beast tamer is needed is during two moments—the blood sacrifice, which you just did, and the spirit-binding stage that comes next."
Michael looked thoughtful.
"Alright," he said at last, voice calm. "Let’s continue."
Michael watched as Arianne soon went in to draw the magic ritual circles.
When it was completed, the entire formation lit up with a soft glow.
Arianne stood and brushed her hands clean, the faint light of the ritual circle humming beneath her feet.
"Place it in the center," she said, gesturing to the owl.
Michael stepped forward. The mutated owl, still calmly perched on his arm, offered no resistance.
—" Shiny circle."
Michael lowered his arm, letting the owl hop down gently onto the center of the formation. The moment it settled, the light around the circle brightened—just slightly—as if recognizing the presence of the bond target.
"Now," Arianne said, stepping back, "leave the circle and place your hand in the ink."
Michael did as instructed, walking out of the circle’s perimeter before dipping his uninjured hand into the basin. The dark liquid clung to his palm, cold and tingling.
"Infuse your mana," Arianne said softly. "Channel your spirit into the ink."
The moment Michael did so, he felt it—an invisible thread tightening between him and the owl. It was subtle at first, like the distant pull of a string tied to his soul.
Arianne’s voice broke the silence. "How does it feel?"
Michael closed his eyes briefly, focusing.
"Connected," he murmured.
Arianne nodded. "That’s good. Your spirit force is reaching it. That’s what this ritual does—it helps channel your will in a way that affects the soul of the creature."
Michael opened his eyes, gaze locked on the owl.
"So all I have to do is..."
"Lower its resistance," Arianne finished for him. "You can do that in two ways. Dominate its spirit with your own... or convince it through connection."
Michael raised an eyebrow. "So either brute force it—or talk it into joining me?"
"Essentially, yes," Arianne said, her tone light.
Michael returned his gaze to the owl, whose silver eyes gleamed at him.
Michael took a slow breath and looked down at the owl, still calmly sitting at the center of the ritual.
He narrowed his eyes.
"Do you want shiny food?" he asked through the link, his voice playful.
The owl tilted its head again, curious.
—"Shiny food?" it echoed. "Mmm... yes. I want."
Michael smirked. "Then stay still. Be good. And the shiny food is yours."
He wasn’t above bribing a creature with child-level intelligence.
The owl shifted slightly, claws flexing, but it didn’t leave the circle.
—"This circle... makes me feel itchy," the voice complained, softer now. "Like buzzing in my feathers."
"Uncomfortable?" Michael asked.
—"Yes! But... still okay. If you promise shiny food."
Michael pressed gently, "I promise. More than one. Very shiny. Very juicy."
Till now he had no idea what the shiny food was. However, that would be left for later. This was just an experiment after all so he wasn’t above lying.
He just wanted to confirm some things.
The mental voice chirped again, thoughts bubbling like a stream of water.
—"You understand me... you really do. You’re the first."
Michael felt the thread between them pull tighter. The bond was forming.
He pushed again, this time not with words, but intent—a quiet feeling of companionship, of wanting to protect and grow together. It wasn’t an overwhelming surge of dominance... just sincerity.
Well, he believed it was sincerity.
—"Okay," the voice whispered, softer now. "Okay, I’ll be yours."
The magic circle pulsed.
Michael watched as the runes lit up fully.
The ritual reached its peak.
The bond was complete.
However, just as Michael was about to relax, a panel appeared in front of him.
[You have learned the skill {Taming}]
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