Become an Enchanter

"I'll become an enchanter," you said. "If I can make things like those coins and have a huge impact on the world, then why wouldn't I?"

Ms. King smiles and nods. "Excellent! We can begin the paperwork and I will call in Mr. Knight to introduce you to your fellow enchanter." What followed was a flurry of hammering out details. She handed you a contract that you made sure to read over carefully. The compensations was certainly generous. $250,000 a year, excellent benefits, and a variety of other perks. All in all it took you a little over an hour to get everything squared away. By that time, the Mr. Knight that Emilia kept mentioning had turned up.

He was a scrawny guy, wearing thick rimmed glasses and dark brown hair that was slicked back. He wore a white button-up shirt and black slacks under a black trench coat. He had a little bit of stubble on his face that was patchier than yours, even though he had to be at least five years older than you. Maybe even ten.

"So, this is the new recruit then?" he asked.

"Indeed it is, Mr. Knight."

Mr. Knight nodded, making a bit of a 'hmmm' as he looked you over. "Has he already used the coin?"

"We were waiting until everything was squared away with the contract."

"Excellent. If it suits everyone, then I would request we use it in my lab? I've collected data on myself and Ms. Castle using the coins but have yet to analyze a first use. Not to mention having additional data on a third user will be invaluable."

"I have no objections if Mr. Bishop doesn't."

You looked between the two, wondering if you should have objections. "Uh, no. No objections here."

"Excellent." Mr. Knight led the two of you down into the labs and right into his. You watched him head to his desk and touch a quill which sprung to life and dipped itself into an inkwell as he opened a notebook. He then shuffled a few other things around before turning to look at you, lenses of his glasses catching light in an unusual way.

"I'm ready when you are," he said.

"Holy shit," you replied. Seeing all of that magic happening, and so casually, was breathtaking. You were still feeling a little... off about this, wondering if all of this was a trap of some sort. Emilia handed you the coin, which you took and looked at for a moment before glancing at Mr. Knight. He was watching casually, eyes hidden by the light reflected off of his glasses. One hand was in the pocket of his coat while the other rested on a statue he had on his desk.

"If you're ready, Mr. Bishop?" Emilia asked.