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This is an easy job. You won’t need to take any huge risks. All you have to do is place the message in the allocated location and no one
will know that you did it. The voice of the silver-masked man who called himself the leader of Black Money sounded from beside his ear
once more.

Utterly ridiculous! Why earth would I help Graycastle? They even eradicated the nobles, what will I gain even if I win? Images of the
conflict seemed to occur before his eyes once more.

I had thought Black Money were intelligent merchants, to think that you would utter such foolish words! Aren’t you afraid that I’ll just tie
you up right now and hand you over to Lord Marwayne in exchange for a generous award instead?

If you really wanted to do that, then this conversation would have never taken place in the first place.

The man’s tone did not change, as if he didn’t care for his own safety at all.

The fact alone that I’m still sitting here is enough to prove your intentions, and it’s because that you are clever, that we’re willing to give
you this opportunity.

Fueler replied in response, Unfortunately you have misjudged me. My loyalty to the Duke is unshakable. Now scram before I change my
mind!

Of course, I’ll take my leave now. But my lord, this is how “opportunities” are. By no means does Black Money want to force you into this,
it is your freedom to decide how you act.

The silver-masked man stood up, gave a deep bow and then lightly placed a black card onto the tea table.

I want to say something before I go: Graycastle will never forget anyone who serves them. Now…I hope to see you again.

Fueler inhaled deeply, interrupting his chaotic thoughts. The room became quiet.

Will Graycastle never forget anyone who serves… them?

How ironic. He served Duke Marwayne for the sole purpose of reviving his family’s prosperity. Roland Wimbledon, the enemy of all
nobility was originally the most unforgivable person, yet now, Fueler was finding himself to be uncertain.

Although those bastards from Black Money were scum, they were utterly right. If he was really going to serve the Duke of the Northern
Region to the very end then he would have ripped the card into threads ages ago, rather than carefully hiding it beneath the drawer.

After a long period of silence, Feuler arched his head backwards, sighed, then sat down in front of his desk.

He pulled out a white sheet of paper and a goose-feather quill.

Was there anymore he could lose?

The notion of taking back his territory was becoming more and more distant. It seemed like he didn’t really have a reason to grit his teeth
and keep persevering.

Who cares. He wouldn’t be affected negatively in any way as long as he followed Black Money’s instructions. It would simply be akin to
placing a bet on both sides. If the demons win, the current situation couldn’t possibly get any worse. If the people from Graycastle are
triumphant, there may be a way for him to acquire compensation through other ways.

Finishing his thoughts, Fueler put down his quill.

…
At dusk, Fueler put on his trench coat and felt cap and walked into the “Horn Alley” of the inner city.

Horn Alley was territory belonging to the Northern Chamber of Commerce. All of the passers-by were merchants. By sunset, there were
very few people out and about.

Fueler found the location that the silver-masked man had described in a place on a gentle slope. In between two brick houses sprouted a
large, silver fir tree.

In fact, the delivery method that the masked man spoke of was also one of the reasons that prompted Fueler to make his decision.

With no physical contact with the recipient, the risks were largely diminished. With this, at least he wouldn’t have to worry about Black
Money blackmailing him with the message, or someone seeing him interacting strangely with an unknown person.
Fueler wandered around the vicinity for a while and upon affirming that there were no suspicious people near him, quickly strode towards
the back of the silver fir tree and felt at the hole in the middle of the trunk—sure enough, there was a secret compartment hidden inside.
The door of the compartment was made completely out of an ordinary wood, if he hadn’t touched it with his own hands, he wouldn’t
have noticed it.

He stuffed the letter containing the message inside the compartment and pushed the wooden plank back in place. Now he had
completed the task of placing the message. He had intentionally written the message in script so that even if a third party discovered it, it
would be impossible for them to connect the handwriting to him.

Of course, his mission was not entirely complete yet.

Next, Fueler returned to his residence and placed a flower pot on the window sill of his bedroom. For a person living in the high-end
section of the Inner city, such decorative items were easily accessible. Nobody would care about an inconspicuous pot plant. However, to
those that were observing him in the dark, this was a sign that the message had been delivered.

From the beginning to the end, he didn’t need to meet anyone in person. In regards to who would take the message, or how it would get
into Graycastle’s hands, these things no longer had anything to do with him.

In the moment he set down the flower pot Fueler almost seemed to experience a liberating feeling.

To think they’d be so meticulous in even the simple act of gathering intel, the gap between the two kings is truly redoubtable… Fueler
thought as he stood before his window, gazing into the distance at the castle district, ablaze with lights under the red haze. When he
thought about how the “losers” of the battle were still cheerfully enjoying the evening party, any hope he had in Marwayne died.

There was only one more question remaining.

Could Graycastle really defeat the demons?

*******************

The messenger pushed a thick stack of paper onto the damp and dilapidated wooden table.

“Is this today’s portion?” Smarty lit a candle, “Thank you.”

The messenger gave no reaction.

Smarty sighed and repeated himself with hand signals.

Only then did the messenger nod.

Indeed, this messenger was a silent warrior trained by his master. He was deaf and mute and could only be commanded or interrogated
through simple hand gestures. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a hand gesture to express gratitude.

“Keep watch outside, don’t let anyone inside.” After he got silent warrior to leave, Smarty began carefully reading through the messages
page by page.

This place was the allocated property where Black Money organized their underground chamber of commerce. Typically only the invited
could enter so in theory the possibility of outsiders breaking in was small. Nevertheless, Smarty chose to go through the intel in the
basement, in the case that if something did occur, he would have more time to destroy the evidence.

Although Smarty did not know why his master was so serious about Graycastle’s battle, this was not an issue he could intervene in. Since
his master had commanded to support Graycastle with all his power, the only thing he could do was obey to the best of his ability.

Currently, his most important mission was to organize the intel and deliver it into Graycastle’s hands silently and without a trace.

Although the people from Graycastle demanded that not a single piece of intel could be missed, opportunities to secretly sending things
outside the city were scarce, thus there was an issue of prioritization to consider. Considering that the trading caravans qualified to pass
came through once a week, he had to turn the most reliable intel into a confidential letter and mingle it amongst the trading goods going
towards Wolfheart within a week. As for the rest of the intel, he could only search for another way.

Most of the time, intel came from a Rat’s words, causing them to be extremely disorganized. Usually he would have to waste huge
amounts of time to filter it. However this time, Smarty noticed a letter amongst the intel that stood out from the rest.

The characters on it were neat and organized. They definitely were not words that were carelessly copied down in a bar or on the streets.
The words were also written with high-grade ink and there was not a single wrinkle on the paper. Clearly, the letter was written in an
environment far superior to ones that Rats are usually found in.

Subconsciously holding his breath, he read the letter carefully from start to finish.

Indeed, the contents of the letter were far different from the rest.

It was the first to mention the core of the Army of Demons: Sky Lord Hect Zod.

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After entering winter, the first rain finally fell. The rain had already lasted for two days without stopping.

Roland leaned over his desk and looked out of the window. The rain was blown upwards by the wind, hitting against the glass again and
again, creating bursts of ripples. Under the refraction of the ripples, the image of the small town became distorted. The houses and the
streets were bent in deformation, without any regular form. Due to the lack of any effective drainage measures, the stone roads were
interlocked with streams of flowing water, from afar, it resembled many brooks of clear and crystalline water.

The distant mountains and forests were obscured by mist, and were faintly discernible, just like the border to the human world.

If such a landscape was placed into modern times, it would certainly be a tourist attraction, but what Roland wanted to see was a jungle
made of concrete and steel. Because of the rain, the city wall construction also had to stop. This let his feeling of success, which he got
on the day before yesterday when he “discouraged” the stronghold messenger, fade away.
“You just said that the air around us is made up of many different kinds of gases, is that true? “
Anna’s clear voice had interrupted Roland’s thoughts, and when he looked towards her, Anna blinked her beautiful blue eyes
questionably.

“Ahem, Miss Anna, you should address His Highness with honorifics,” warned Carter from the side.
“Don’t be so particular about it,” Roland turned around, “she is now my student.” During the rain, he had called for Carter and the two
witches to attend their own class - yes, he had decided to open a course of natural science. He was inspired by Stonemason Karl’s
college. If even a mason can open a school, then could a mechanical engineer open one too? Why did discrimination exist? Wasn’t it
because of ignorance? Universal education was at any age the most effective measure to promote the development of civilization.

He originally also wanted to call the assistant minister, but since he was busy with other government tasks, he declined. Roland didn’t
know why, but since the beginning of winter Roland felt that Barov seemed to be filled with special enthusiasm, even almost supervising
Border Town all alone.

When hearing of the possibility to learn new knowledge, Anna’s eyes immediately sparkled with interest. Nana, who didn’t need to treat
wounded animals during the lessons, also became very happy. Carter, who was idle at the moment, attended the class to see what new
nonsense the prince had thought of.

But not long after the class had begun, the knight’s eyes became lax. Nana’s look also became distant, staring only at the two words
‘Natural Science’ in a daze. Although it seemed that Anna could not completely understand it, she still tried hard to remember everything.
Roland had to pause his lecture for a moment to let the three people digest his teaching.

Hearing Anna’s question, he smiled and nodded, “Of course, even though they look alike.”

“Your Highness, I do not understand, since every gas looks the same, how can you know that there are different gases?” Carter
expressed his doubts.

“I can even prove it to you.”

Roland knew that even with these easy to understand words, most of the people would be confused by the theories.

He decided to use a simple experiment to arouse everyone’s interest.

A candle, a glass, a basin, a bowl of limewater - these were the things he had prepared in advance. Although at this time they had only
pale brown glass, far less transparent than the glass of his former time, it was still transparent enough to be used. After all, this simple
test didn’t need someone to observe the changing process.

Roland had done this test before once, the test results showed that although there was magic in this world, the rules of nature were still
the same as on Earth. He asked Anna to light the candles, and then he put it in the basin.

“When something is burning, it needs to consume gas. This gas is also closely linked with every living organism, if we stop breathing, we
will be like this candle. Watch.” Roland put the glass on the candle, and after the flame shook two times, it soon went out.

“It exhausts the air, sir, this is not surprising.” the chief knight spoke in a disapproving way, “Of course we will die without air. For
example, if we fall into water.”

Nana also nodded.

“So, do you think that there in the glass is nothing at all?” Roland asked, then he poured the limewater into the basin, the limewater soon
flooded into the glass, but it finally stopped when only half was filled.

This experiment was so classic that most elementary school teachers liked to use it as an experiment to increase the interest of the
children in natural science. Roland could still remember the shock he felt when his own teacher had demonstrated it. From then on he
embarked on the road of science and engineering, with no way to return.

He gently lifted a corner of the glass, and after a few moments bubbles of air could be seen rising out of the limewater.

Then, the clear limewater appeared to be a little bit cloudy, and a little white cloud slowly spread within the glass.

“If there was nothing in the glass, we wouldn’t have seen the changes in the limewater and the air bubbles. This shows that the air
contains at least two different kinds of gases. In fact, burning a candle consumes only a part of the air, while the other part is unable to
burn. Though it is colorless and odorless, like the former gas, its nature is the complete opposite.”

“Well… That seems to be the case,” Carter thought for a long time to figure out the relationship between the two, “but to know this,
what is the use of it?”

“If you can get the former gas, you can let the flame burn longer, and when you obtain the other gas, you can quickly extinguish the
flames!” Anna suddenly said.

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Roland leaned over his desk and looked out of the window. The rain was blown upwards by the wind, hitting against the glass again and
again, creating bursts of ripples. Under the refraction of the ripples, the image of the small town became distorted. The houses and the
streets were bent in deformation, without any regular form. Due to the lack of any effective drainage measures, the stone roads were
interlocked with streams of flowing water, from afar, it resembled many brooks of clear and crystalline water.

The distant mountains and forests were obscured by mist, and were faintly discernible, just like the border to the human world.

If such a landscape was placed into modern times, it would certainly be a tourist attraction, but what Roland wanted to see was a jungle
made of concrete and steel. Because of the rain, the city wall construction also had to stop. This let his feeling of success, which he got
on the day before yesterday when he “discouraged” the stronghold messenger, fade away.

“You just said that the air around us is made up of many different kinds of gases, is that true? “
Anna’s clear voice had interrupted Roland’s thoughts, and when he looked towards her, Anna blinked her beautiful blue eyes
questionably.

“Ahem, Miss Anna, you should address His Highness with honorifics,” warned Carter from the side.
“Don’t be so particular about it,” Roland turned around, “she is now my student.” During the rain, he had called for Carter and the two
witches to attend their own class - yes, he had decided to open a course of natural science. He was inspired by Stonemason Karl’s
college. If even a mason can open a school, then could a mechanical engineer open one too? Why did discrimination exist? Wasn’t it
because of ignorance? Universal education was at any age the most effective measure to promote the development of civilization.

He originally also wanted to call the assistant minister, but since he was busy with other government tasks, he declined. Roland didn’t
know why, but since the beginning of winter Roland felt that Barov seemed to be filled with special enthusiasm, even almost supervising
Border Town all alone.

When hearing of the possibility to learn new knowledge, Anna’s eyes immediately sparkled with interest. Nana, who didn’t need to treat
wounded animals during the lessons, also became very happy. Carter, who was idle at the moment, attended the class to see what new
nonsense the prince had thought of.

discovered that a silver dagger was firmly inserted into the door, the distance from the dagger to his cheek was only one finger wide.

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Roland leaned over his desk and looked out of the window. The rain was blown upwards by the wind, hitting against the glass again and
again, creating bursts of ripples. Under the refraction of the ripples, the image of the small town became distorted. The houses and the
streets were bent in deformation, without any regular form. Due to the lack of any effective drainage measures, the stone roads were
interlocked with streams of flowing water, from afar, it resembled many brooks of clear and crystalline water.

The distant mountains and forests were obscured by mist, and were faintly discernible, just like the border to the human world.

If such a landscape was placed into modern times, it would certainly be a tourist attraction, but what Roland wanted to see was a jungle
made of concrete and steel. Because of the rain, the city wall construction also had to stop. This let his feeling of success, which he got
on the day before yesterday when he “discouraged” the stronghold messenger, fade away.

“You just said that the air around us is made up of many different kinds of gases, is that true? “
Anna’s clear voice had interrupted Roland’s thoughts, and when he looked towards her, Anna blinked her beautiful blue eyes
questionably.

“Ahem, Miss Anna, you should

Nana also nodded.

“So, do you think that there in the glass is nothing at all?” Roland asked, then he poured the limewater into the basin, the limewater soon
flooded into the glass, but it finally stopped when only half was filled.

This experiment was so classic that most elementary school teachers liked to use it as an experiment to increase the interest of the
children in natural science. Roland could still remember the shock he felt when his own teacher had demonstrated it. From then on he
embarked on the road of science and engineering, with no way to return.

He gently lifted a corner of the glass, and after a few moments bubbles of air could be seen rising out of the limewater.

Then, the clear limewater appeared to be a little bit cloudy, and a little white cloud slowly spread within the glass.

“If there was nothing in the glass, we wouldn’t have seen the changes in the limewater and the air bubbles. This shows that the air
contains at least two different kinds of gases. In fact, burning a candle consumes only a part of the air, while the other part is unable to
burn. Though it is colorless and odorless, like the former gas, its nature is the complete opposite.”

“Well… That seems to be the case,” Carter thought for a long time to figure out the relationship between the two, “but to know this,
what is the use of it?”

“If you can get the former gas, you can let the flame burn longer, and when you obtain the other gas, you can quickly extinguish the
flames!” Anna suddenly said.

She was simply a genius, Roland praised her in his heart. Even though there was a small fallacy, when hearing of the different properties
of the gases, she could immediately think of several uses. This idea was definitely genius-level. Roland knew that she did not receive any
modern education, but even without it, she could quickly think of this point, showing her extraordinary logic ability - at least she was far
better than this chief knight.

“Right, it is possible to say that since humans learned to use fire, they were separated from the animals, even though obtaining fire was
just a coincidence. Perhaps the lightning hit the trees and lit them, perhaps a rock hit another rock and released a spark. But if no one had
noticed it, no one could have tried using it. We would still be the same as the animals. Roland guided them patiently and systematically in
the direction he wanted, “The goal of this experiment was to show you that curiosity and thinking were the driving forces of human
progress. There are many of similar potential forces in nature, only waiting for us to discover and use them. “

After his speech, Carter still had a doubtful look. Nana was one of those types where it was unknown if they were asleep or awake, and
she only looked at Roland with open, unfocused eyes. Only Anna bowed her head, as if she was thinking about something.

Well, Roland sighed, indeed, teaching too far ahead of the ideas that they understand will not bring enlightenment; it will only make
people feel perplexed. The height of their knowledge determined that they couldn’t understand the powerful force of nature unless it
was physically in front of them. Then they would understand how amazing the nature of the hidden forces in the world were.

At this moment, the kettle hanging from the mantel gave off a clanging sound, it was the sound of a steam pinging against the lid.

“Ah, the water is boiling.” Carter walked over to remove the kettle with a fork, and soon the sound stopped. He took a piece of cloth and
wrapped it around the handle, then filled everyone’s cups with water.

For example, when Roland reached out with his hand to hold the cup, he could feel the temperature of the cup wall. From the first day of
using fire, the principle of boiling water was known. “Boiling water”, hundreds of thousands of people had witnessed this and used it but
no one thought that the gently curling and rising water vapor could also contain such a tremendous amount of energy.

In a few hundred years, this would become the driving force behind humankind’s development; in a very short period of time it would
change the history of mankind. Although the principle was simple, the problem was not the limited technology. No, the problem was that
the first choice for most people was to farm. But Roland was different from them, he thought, this world also had witches. Using magic to
fight in a battle? That was only the way of barbarians… with magic someone could create, it could replace some of the key technologies
to hasten the process of human development. This was the correct way to use magic.
 They talked until the sun went down, and after they had eaten dinner together, Roland went to his bedroom.

There was no nightlife to speak of in this day and age, people didn’t even have a word for it, and everyone went to sleep early. He also
considered using his right as the prince to recruit a maid to do the sport, but in the end he couldn’t because he was too thin-skinned to
speak out.

Just as he had lit the candle in his room, he could hear behind himself the sound of applause, then someone spoke to Roland, “It was a
spectacular lecture, I did not expect that his royal highness the 4th Prince was actually a learned man.”

It was the voice of an unknown woman. Instantly Roland could feel cold sweat, only god knew how a stranger could get into his room
without his knowledge, if not an assassin what could she be?! He immediately ran towards the door, even before he had the time to put
his hand on the doorknob, he could feel a cold wind blow near his ear. He discovered that a silver dagger was firmly inserted into the
door, the distance from the dagger to his cheek was only one finger wide.

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Roland leaned over his desk and looked out of the window. The rain was blown upwards by the wind, hitting against the glass again and
again, creating bursts of ripples. Under the refraction of the ripples, the image of the small town became distorted. The houses and the
streets were bent in deformation, without any regular form. Due to the lack of any effective drainage measures, the stone roads were
interlocked with streams of flowing water, from afar, it resembled many brooks of clear and crystalline water.

The distant mountains and forests were obscured by mist, and were faintly discernible, just like the border to the human world.

If such a landscape was placed into modern times, it would certainly be a tourist attraction, but what Roland wanted to see was a jungle
made of concrete and steel. Because of the rain, the city wall construction also had to stop. This let his feeling of success, which he got
on the day before yesterday when he “discouraged” the stronghold messenger, fade away.

“You just said that the air around us is made up of many different kinds of gases, is that true? “
Anna’s clear voice had interrupted Roland’s thoughts, and when he looked towards her, Anna blinked her beautiful blue eyes
questionably.

“Ahem, Miss Anna, you should address His Highness with honorifics,” warned Carter from the side.
“Don’t be so particular about it,” Roland turned around, “she is now my student.” During the rain, he had called for Carter and the two
witches to attend their own class - yes, he had decided to open a course of natural science. He was inspired by Stonemason Karl’s
college. If even a mason can open a school, then could a mechanical engineer open one too? Why did discrimination exist? Wasn’t it
because of ignorance? Universal education was at any age the most effective measure to promote the development of civilization.
He originally also wanted to call the assistant minister, but since he was busy with other government tasks, he declined. Roland didn’t
know why, but since the beginning of winter Roland felt that Barov seemed to be filled with special enthusiasm, even almost supervising
Border Town all alone.

When hearing of the possibility to learn new knowledge, Anna’s eyes immediately sparkled with interest. Nana, who didn’t need to treat
wounded animals during the lessons, also became very happy. Carter, who was idle at the moment, attended the class to see what new
nonsense the prince had thought of.

But not long after the class had begun, the knight’s eyes became lax. Nana’s look also became distant, staring only at the two words
‘Natural Science’ in a daze. Although it seemed that Anna could not completely understand it, she still tried hard to remember everything.
Roland had to pause his lecture for a moment to let the three people digest his teaching.

Hearing Anna’s question, he smiled and nodded, “Of course, even though they look alike.”

“Your Highness, I do not understand, since every gas looks the same, how can you know that there are different gases?” Carter
expressed his doubts.

“I can even prove it to you.”

Roland knew that even with these easy to understand words, most of the people would be confused by the theories.

He decided to use a simple experiment to arouse everyone’s interest.

A candle, a glass, a basin, a bowl of limewater - these were the things he had prepared in advance. Although at this time they had only
pale brown glass, far less transparent than the glass of his former time, it was still transparent enough to be used. After all, this simple
test didn’t need someone to observe the changing process.

Roland had done this test before once, the test results showed that although there was magic in this world, the rules of nature were still
the same as on Earth. He asked Anna to light the candles, and then he put it in the basin.

“When something is burning, it needs to consume gas. This gas is also closely linked with every living organism, if we stop breathing, we
will be like this candle. Watch.” Roland put the glass on the candle, and after the flame shook two times, it soon went out.

“It exhausts the air, sir, this is not surprising.” the chief knight spoke in a disapproving way, “Of course we will die without air. For
example, if we fall into water.”

Nana also nodded.

“So, do you think that there in the glass is nothing at all?” Roland asked, then he poured the limewater into the basin, the limewater soon
flooded into the glass, but it finally stopped when only half was filled.

This experiment was so classic that most elementary school teachers liked to use it as an experiment to increase the interest of the
children in natural science. Roland could still remember the shock he felt when his own teacher had demonstrated it. From then on he
embarked on the road of science and engineering, with no way to return.

He gently lifted a corner of the glass, and after a few moments bubbles of air could be seen rising out of the limewater.

Then, the clear limewater appeared to be a little bit cloudy, and a little white cloud slowly spread within the glass.

“If there was nothing in the glass, we wouldn’t have seen the changes in the limewater and the air bubbles. This shows that the air
contains at least two different kinds of gases. In fact, burning a candle consumes only a part of the air, while the other part is unable to
burn. Though it is colorless and odorless, like the former gas, its nature is the complete opposite.”

“Well… That seems to be the case,” Carter thought for a long time to figure out the relationship between the two, “but to know this,
what is the use of it?”

“If you can get the former gas, you can let the flame burn longer, and when you obtain the other gas, you can quickly extinguish the
flames!” Anna suddenly said.

She was simply a genius, Roland praised her in his heart. Even though there was a small fallacy, when hearing of the different properties
of the gases, she could immediately think of several uses. This idea was definitely genius-level. Roland knew that she did not receive any
modern education, but even without it, she could quickly think of this point, showing her extraordinary logic ability - at least she was far
better than this chief knight.

“Right, it is possible to say that since humans learned to use fire, they were separated from the animals, even though obtaining fire was
just a coincidence. Perhaps the lightning hit the trees and lit them, perhaps a rock hit another rock and released a spark. But if no one had
noticed it, no one could have tried using it. We would still be the same as the animals. Roland guided them patiently and systematically in
the direction he wanted, “The goal of this experiment was to show you that curiosity and thinking were the driving forces of human
progress. There are many of similar potential forces in nature, only waiting for us to discover and use them. “

After his speech, Carter still had a doubtful look. Nana was one of those types where it was unknown if they were asleep or awake, and
she only looked at Roland with open, unfocused eyes. Only Anna bowed her head, as if she was thinking about something.
 Well, Roland sighed, indeed, teaching too far ahead of the ideas that they understand will not bring enlightenment; it will only make
people feel perplexed. The height of their knowledge determined that they couldn’t understand the powerful force of nature unless it
was physically in front of them. Then they would understand how amazing the nature of the hidden forces in the world were.

At this moment, the kettle hanging from the mantel gave off a clanging sound, it was the sound of a steam pinging against the lid.

“Ah, the water is boiling.” Carter walked over to remove the kettle with a fork, and soon the sound stopped. He took a piece of cloth and
wrapped it around the handle, then filled everyone’s cups with water.

For example, when Roland reached out with his hand to hold the cup, he could feel the temperature of the cup wall. From the first day of
using fire, the principle of boiling water was known. “Boiling water”, hundreds of thousands of people had witnessed this and used it but
no one thought that the gently curling and rising water vapor could also contain such a tremendous amount of energy.

In a few hundred years, this would become the driving force behind humankind’s development; in a very short period of time it would
change the history of mankind. Although the principle was simple, the problem was not the limited technology. No, the problem was that
the first choice for most people was to farm. But Roland was different from them, he thought, this world also had witches. Using magic to
fight in a battle? That was only the way of barbarians… with magic someone could create, it could replace some of the key technologies
to hasten the process of human development. This was the correct way to use magic.

They talked until the sun went down, and after they had eaten dinner together, Roland went to his bedroom.

There was no nightlife to speak of in this day and age, people didn’t even have a word for it, and everyone went to sleep early. He also
considered using his right as the prince to recruit a maid to do the sport, but in the end he couldn’t because he was too thin-skinned to
speak out.

Just as he had lit the candle in his room, he could hear behind himself the sound of applause, then someone spoke to Roland, “It was a
spectacular lecture, I did not expect that his royal highness the 4th Prince was actually a learned man.”

It was the voice of an unknown woman. Instantly Roland could feel cold sweat, only god knew how a stranger could get into his room
without his knowledge, if not an assassin what could she be?! He immediately ran towards the door, even before he had the time to put
his hand on the doorknob, he could feel a cold wind blow near his ear. He discovered that a silver dagger was firmly inserted into the
door, the distance from the dagger to his cheek was only one finger wide.

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Roland leaned over his desk and looked out of the window. The rain was blown upwards by the wind, hitting against the glass again and
again, creating bursts of ripples. Under the refraction of the ripples, the image of the small town became distorted. The houses and the
streets were bent in deformation, without any regular form. Due to the lack of any effective drainage measures, the stone roads were
interlocked with streams of flowing water, from afar, it resembled many brooks of clear and crystalline water.

The distant mountains and forests were obscured by mist, and were faintly discernible, just like the border to the human world.

If such a landscape was placed into modern times, it would certainly be a tourist attraction, but what Roland wanted to see was a jungle
made of concrete and steel. Because of the rain, the city wall construction also had to stop. This let his feeling of success, which he got
on the day before yesterday when he “discouraged” the stronghold messenger, fade away.

“You just said that the air around us is made up of many different kinds of gases, is that true? “
Anna’s clear voice had interrupted Roland’s thoughts, and when he looked towards her, Anna blinked her beautiful blue eyes
questionably.

“Ahem, Miss Anna, you should address His Highness with honorifics,” warned Carter from the side.
“Don’t be so particular about it,” Roland turned around, “she is now my student.” During the rain, he had called for Carter and the two
witches to attend their own class - yes, he had decided to open a course of natural science. He was inspired by Stonemason Karl’s
college. If even a mason can open a school, then could a mechanical engineer open one too? Why did discrimination exist? Wasn’t it
because of ignorance? Universal education was at any age the most effective measure to promote the development of civilization.
He originally also wanted to call the assistant minister, but since he was busy with other government tasks, he declined. Roland didn’t
know why, but since the beginning of winter Roland felt that Barov seemed to be filled with special enthusiasm, even almost supervising
Border Town all alone.

When hearing of the possibility to learn new knowledge, Anna’s eyes immediately sparkled with interest. Nana, who didn’t need to treat
wounded animals during the lessons, also became very happy. Carter, who was idle at the moment, attended the class to see what new
nonsense the prince had thought of.

But not long after the class had begun, the knight’s eyes became lax. Nana’s look also became distant, staring only at the two words
‘Natural Science’ in a daze. Although it seemed that Anna could not completely understand it, she still tried hard to remember everything.
Roland had to pause his lecture for a moment to let the three people digest his teaching.

Hearing Anna’s question, he smiled and nodded, “Of course, even though they look alike.”

“Your Highness, I do not understand, since every gas looks the same, how can you know that there are different gases?” Carter
expressed his doubts.

“I can even prove it to you.”

Roland knew that even with these easy to understand words, most of the people would be confused by the theories.

He decided to use a simple experiment to arouse everyone’s interest.

A candle, a glass, a basin, a bowl of limewater - these were the things he had prepared in advance. Although at this time they had only
pale brown glass, far less transparent than the glass of his former time, it was still transparent enough to be used. After all, this simple
test didn’t need someone to observe the changing process.

Roland had done this test before once, the test results showed that although there was magic in this world, the rules of nature were still
the same as on Earth. He asked Anna to light the candles, and then he put it in the basin.

“When something is burning, it needs to consume gas. This gas is also closely linked with every living organism, if we stop breathing, we
will be like this candle. Watch.” Roland put the glass on the candle, and after the flame shook two times, it soon went out.

“It exhausts the air, sir, this is not surprising.” the chief knight spoke in a disapproving way, “Of course we will die without air. For
example, if we fall into water.”

Nana also nodded.

“So, do you think that there in the glass is nothing at all?” Roland asked, then he poured the limewater into the basin, the limewater soon
flooded into the glass, but it finally stopped when only half was filled.

This experiment was so classic that most elementary school teachers liked to use it as an experiment to increase the interest of the
children in natural science. Roland could still remember the shock he felt when his own teacher had demonstrated it. From then on he
embarked on the road of science and engineering, with no way to return.

He gently lifted a corner of the glass, and after a few moments bubbles of air could be seen rising out of the limewater.

Then, the clear limewater appeared to be a little bit cloudy, and a little white cloud slowly spread within the glass.

“If there was nothing in the glass, we wouldn’t have seen the changes in the limewater and the air bubbles. This shows that the air
contains at least two different kinds of gases. In fact, burning a candle consumes only a part of the air, while the other part is unable to
burn. Though it is colorless and odorless, like the former gas, its nature is the complete opposite.”

“Well… That seems to be the case,” Carter thought for a long time to figure out the relationship between the two, “but to know this,
what is the use of it?”

“If you can get the former gas, you can let the flame burn longer, and when you obtain the other gas, you can quickly extinguish the
flames!” Anna suddenly said.

She was simply a genius, Roland praised her in his heart. Even though there was a small fallacy, when hearing of the different properties
of the gases, she could immediately think of several uses. This idea was definitely genius-level. Roland knew that she did not receive any
modern education, but even without it, she could quickly think of this point, showing her extraordinary logic ability - at least she was far
better than this chief knight.

“Right, it is possible to say that since humans learned to use fire, they were separated from the animals, even though obtaining fire was
just a coincidence. Perhaps the lightning hit the trees and lit them, perhaps a rock hit another rock and released a spark. But if no one had
noticed it, no one could have tried using it. We would still be the same as the animals. Roland guided them patiently and systematically in
the direction he wanted, “The goal of this experiment was to show you that curiosity and thinking were the driving forces of human
progress. There are many of similar potential forces in nature, only waiting for us to discover and use them. “

After his speech, Carter still had a doubtful look. Nana was one of those types where it was unknown if they were asleep or awake, and
she only looked at Roland with open, unfocused eyes. Only Anna bowed her head, as if she was thinking about something.
 Well, Roland sighed, indeed, teaching too far ahead of the ideas that they understand will not bring enlightenment; it will only make
people feel perplexed. The height of their knowledge determined that they couldn’t understand the powerful force of nature unless it
was physically in front of them. Then they would understand how amazing the nature of the hidden forces in the world were.

At this moment, the kettle hanging from the mantel gave off a clanging sound, it was the sound of a steam pinging against the lid.

“Ah, the water is boiling.” Carter walked over to remove the kettle with a fork, and soon the sound stopped. He took a piece of cloth and
wrapped it around the handle, then filled everyone’s cups with water.

For example, when Roland reached out with his hand to hold the cup, he could feel the temperature of the cup wall. From the first day of
using fire, the principle of boiling water was known. “Boiling water”, hundreds of thousands of people had witnessed this and used it but
no one thought that the gently curling and rising water vapor could also contain such a tremendous amount of energy.

In a few hundred years, this would become the driving force behind humankind’s development; in a very short period of time it would
change the history of mankind. Although the principle was simple, the problem was not the limited technology. No, the problem was that
the first choice for most people was to farm. But Roland was different from them, he thought, this world also had witches. Using magic to
fight in a battle? That was only the way of barbarians… with magic someone could create, it could replace some of the key technologies
to hasten the process of human development. This was the correct way to use magic.

They talked until the sun went down, and after they had eaten dinner together, Roland went to his bedroom.

There was no nightlife to speak of in this day and age, people didn’t even have a word for it, and everyone went to sleep early. He also
considered using his right as the prince to recruit a maid to do the sport, but in the end he couldn’t because he was too thin-skinned to
speak out.

Just as he had lit the candle in his room, he could hear behind himself the sound of applause, then someone spoke to Roland, “It was a
spectacular lecture, I did not expect that his royal highness the 4th Prince was actually a learned man.”

It was the voice of an unknown woman. Instantly Roland could feel cold sweat, only god knew how a stranger could get into his room
without his knowledge, if not an assassin what could she be?! He immediately ran towards the door, even before he had the time to put
his hand on the doorknob, he could feel a cold wind blow near his ear. He discovered that a silver dagger was firmly inserted into the
door, the distance from the dagger to his cheek was only one finger wide.

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Roland leaned over his desk and looked out of the window. The rain was blown upwards by the wind, hitting against the glass again and
again, creating bursts of ripples. Under the refraction of the ripples, the image of the small town became distorted. The houses and the
streets were bent in deformation, without any regular form. Due to the lack of any effective drainage measures, the stone roads were
interlocked with streams of flowing water, from afar, it resembled many brooks of clear and crystalline water.

The distant mountains and forests were obscured by mist, and were faintly discernible, just like the border to the human world.

If such a landscape was placed into modern times, it would certainly be a tourist attraction, but what Roland wanted to see was a jungle
made of concrete and steel. Because of the rain, the city wall construction also had to stop. This let his feeling of success, which he got
on the day before yesterday when he “discouraged” the stronghold messenger, fade away.

“You just said that the air around us is made up of many different kinds of gases, is that true? “
Anna’s clear voice had interrupted Roland’s thoughts, and when he looked towards her, Anna blinked her beautiful blue eyes
questionably.
“Ahem, Miss Anna, you should address His Highness with honorifics,” warned Carter from the side.
“Don’t be so particular about it,” Roland turned around, “she is now my student.” During the rain, he had called for Carter and the two
witches to attend their own class - yes, he had decided to open a course of natural science. He was inspired by Stonemason Karl’s
college. If even a mason can open a school, then could a mechanical engineer open one too? Why did discrimination exist? Wasn’t it
because of ignorance? Universal education was at any age the most effective measure to promote the development of civilization.

He originally also wanted to call the assistant minister, but since he was busy with other government tasks, he declined. Roland didn’t
know why, but since the beginning of winter Roland felt that Barov seemed to be filled with special enthusiasm, even almost supervising
Border Town all alone.

When hearing of the possibility to learn new knowledge, Anna’s eyes immediately sparkled with interest. Nana, who didn’t need to treat
wounded animals during the lessons, also became very happy. Carter, who was idle at the moment, attended the class to see what new
nonsense the prince had thought of.

But not long after the class had begun, the knight’s eyes became lax. Nana’s look also became distant, staring only at the two words
‘Natural Science’ in a daze. Although it seemed that Anna could not completely understand it, she still tried hard to remember everything.
Roland had to pause his lecture for a moment to let the three people digest his teaching.

Hearing Anna’s question, he smiled and nodded, “Of course, even though they look alike.”

“Your Highness, I do not understand, since every gas looks the same, how can you know that there are different gases?” Carter
expressed his doubts.

“I can even prove it to you.”

Roland knew that even with these easy to understand words, most of the people would be confused by the theories.

He decided to use a simple experiment to arouse everyone’s interest.

A candle, a glass, a basin, a bowl of limewater - these were the things he had prepared in advance. Although at this time they had only
pale brown glass, far less transparent than the glass of his former time, it was still transparent enough to be used. After all, this simple
test didn’t need someone to observe the changing process.

Roland had done this test before once, the test results showed that although there was magic in this world, the rules of nature were still
the same as on Earth. He asked Anna to light the candles, and then he put it in the basin.

“When something is burning, it needs to consume gas. This gas is also closely linked with every living organism, if we stop breathing, we
will be like this candle. Watch.” Roland put the glass on the candle, and after the flame shook two times, it soon went out.

“It exhausts the air, sir, this is not surprising.” the chief knight spoke in a disapproving way, “Of course we will die without air. For
example, if we fall into water.”

Nana also nodded.

“So, do you think that there in the glass is nothing at all?” Roland asked, then he poured the limewater into the basin, the limewater soon
flooded into the glass, but it finally stopped when only half was filled.

This experiment was so classic that most elementary school teachers liked to use it as an experiment to increase the interest of the
children in natural science. Roland could still remember the shock he felt when his own teacher had demonstrated it. From then on he
embarked on the road of science and engineering, with no way to return.

He gently lifted a corner of the glass, and after a few moments bubbles of air could be seen rising out of the limewater.

Then, the clear limewater appeared to be a little bit cloudy, and a little white cloud slowly spread within the glass.

“If there was nothing in the glass, we wouldn’t have seen the changes in the limewater and the air bubbles. This shows that the air
contains at least two different kinds of gases. In fact, burning a candle consumes only a part of the air, while the other part is unable to
burn. Though it is colorless and odorless, like the former gas, its nature is the complete opposite.”

“Well… That seems to be the case,” Carter thought for a long time to figure out the relationship between the two, “but to know this,
what is the use of it?”

“If you can get the former gas, you can let the flame burn longer, and when you obtain the other gas, you can quickly extinguish the
flames!” Anna suddenly said.

She was simply a genius, Roland praised her in his heart. Even though there was a small fallacy, when hearing of the different properties
of the gases, she could immediately think of several uses. This idea was definitely genius-level. Roland knew that she did not receive any
modern education, but even without it, she could quickly think of this point, showing her extraordinary logic ability - at least she was far
better than this chief knight.

“Right, it is possible to say that since humans learned to use fire, they were separated from the animals, even though obtaining fire was
just a coincidence. Perhaps the lightning hit the trees and lit them, perhaps a rock hit another rock and released a spark. But if no one had
 noticed it, no one could have tried using it. We would still be the same as the animals. Roland guided them patiently and systematically in
the direction he wanted, “The goal of this experiment was to show you that curiosity and thinking were the driving forces of human
progress. There are many of similar potential forces in nature, only waiting for us to discover and use them. “

After his speech, Carter still had a doubtful look. Nana was one of those types where it was unknown if they were asleep or awake, and
she only looked at Roland with open, unfocused eyes. Only Anna bowed her head, as if she was thinking about something.

Well, Roland sighed, indeed, teaching too far ahead of the ideas that they understand will not bring enlightenment; it will only make
people feel perplexed. The height of their knowledge determined that they couldn’t understand the powerful force of nature unless it
was physically in front of them. Then they would understand how amazing the nature of the hidden forces in the world were.

At this moment, the kettle hanging from the mantel gave off a clanging sound, it was the sound of a steam pinging against the lid.

“Ah, the water is boiling.” Carter walked over to remove the kettle with a fork, and soon the sound stopped. He took a piece of cloth and
wrapped it around the handle, then filled everyone’s cups with water.

For example, when Roland reached out with his hand to hold the cup, he could feel the temperature of the cup wall. From the first day of
using fire, the principle of boiling water was known. “Boiling water”, hundreds of thousands of people had witnessed this and used it but
no one thought that the gently curling and rising water vapor could also contain such a tremendous amount of energy.

In a few hundred years, this would become the driving force behind humankind’s development; in a very short period of time it would
change the history of mankind. Although the principle was simple, the problem was not the limited technology. No, the problem was that
the first choice for most people was to farm. But Roland was different from them, he thought, this world also had witches. Using magic to
fight in a battle? That was only the way of barbarians… with magic someone could create, it could replace some of the key technologies
to hasten the process of human development. This was the correct way to use magic.

They talked until the sun went down, and after they had eaten dinner together, Roland went to his bedroom.

There was no nightlife to speak of in this day and age, people didn’t even have a word for it, and everyone went to sleep early. He also
considered using his right as the prince to recruit a maid to do the sport, but in the end he couldn’t because he was too thin-skinned to
speak out.

Just as he had lit the candle in his room, he could hear behind himself the sound of applause, then someone spoke to Roland, “It was a
spectacular lecture, I did not expect that his royal highness the 4th Prince was actually a learned man.”

It was the voice of an unknown woman. Instantly Roland could feel cold sweat, only god knew how a stranger could get into his room
without his knowledge, if not an assassin what could she be?! He immediately ran towards the door, even before he had the time to put
his hand on the doorknob, he could feel a cold wind blow near his ear. He discovered that a silver dagger was firmly inserted into the
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At this moment, the kettle hanging from the mantel gave off a clanging sound, it was the sound of a steam pinging against the lid.
“Ah, the water is boiling.” Carter walked over to remove the kettle with a fork, and soon the sound stopped. He took a piece of cloth and
wrapped it around the handle, then filled everyone’s cups with water.

For example, when Roland reached out with his hand to hold the cup, he could feel the temperature of the cup wall. From the first day of
using fire, the principle of boiling water was known. “Boiling water”, hundreds of thousands of people had witnessed this and used it but
no one thought that the gently curling and rising water vapor could also contain such a tremendous amount of energy.

In a few hundred years, this would become the driving force behind humankind’s development; in a very short period of time it would
change the history of mankind. Although the principle was simple, the problem was not the limited technology. No, the problem was that
the first choice for most people was to farm. But Roland was different from them, he thought, this world also had witches. Using magic to
fight in a battle? That was only the way of barbarians… with magic someone could create, it could replace some of the key technologies
to hasten the process of human development. This was the correct way to use magic.

They talked until the sun went down, and after they had eaten dinner together, Roland went to his bedroom.

There was no nightlife to speak of in this day and age, people didn’t even have a word for it, and everyone went to sleep early. He also
considered using his right as the prince to recruit a maid to do the sport, but in the end he couldn’t because he was too thin-skinned to
speak out.

Just as he had lit the candle in his room, he could hear behind himself the sound of applause, then someone spoke to Roland, “It was a
spectacular lecture, I did not expect that his royal highness the 4th Prince was actually a learned man.”

It was the voice of an unknown woman. Instantly Roland could feel cold sweat, only god knew how a stranger could get into his room
without his knowledge, if not an assassin what could she be?! He immediately ran towards the door, even before he had the time to put
his hand on the doorknob, he could feel a cold wind blow near his ear. He discovered that a silver dagger was firmly inserted into the
door, the distance from the dagger to his cheek was only one finger wide.

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After entering winter, the first rain finally fell. The rain had already lasted for two days without stopping.

Roland leaned over his desk and looked out of the window. The rain was blown upwards by the wind, hitting against the glass again and
again, creating bursts of ripples. Under the refraction of the ripples, the image of the small town became distorted. The houses and the
streets were bent in deformation, without any regular form. Due to the lack of any effective drainage measures, the stone roads were
interlocked with streams of flowing water, from afar, it resembled many brooks of clear and crystalline water.

The distant mountains and forests were obscured by mist, and were faintly discernible, just like the border to the human world.

If such a landscape was placed into modern times, it would certainly be a tourist attraction, but what Roland wanted to see was a jungle
made of concrete and steel. Because of the rain, the city wall construction also had to stop. This let his feeling of success, which he got
on the day before yesterday when he “discouraged” the stronghold messenger, fade away.

“You just said that the air around us is made up of many different kinds of gases, is that true? “
Anna’s clear voice had interrupted Roland’s thoughts, and when he looked towards her, Anna blinked her beautiful blue eyes
questionably.

“Ahem, Miss Anna, you should address His Highness with honorifics,” warned Carter from the side.
“Don’t be so particular about it,” Roland turned around, “she is now my student.” During the rain, he had called for Carter and the two
witches to attend their own class - yes, he had decided to open a course of natural science. He was inspired by Stonemason Karl’s
college. If even a mason can open a school, then could a mechanical engineer open one too? Why did discrimination exist? Wasn’t it
because of ignorance? Universal education was at any age the most effective measure to promote the development of civilization.

He originally also wanted to call the assistant minister, but since he was busy with other government tasks, he declined. Roland didn’t
know why, but since the beginning of winter Roland felt that Barov seemed to be filled with special enthusiasm, even almost supervising
Border Town all alone.

When hearing of the possibility to learn new knowledge, Anna’s eyes immediately sparkled with interest. Nana, who didn’t need to treat
wounded animals during the lessons, also became very happy. Carter, who was idle at the moment, attended the class to see what new
nonsense the prince had thought of.

But not long after the class had begun, the knight’s eyes became lax. Nana’s look also became distant, staring only at the two words
‘Natural Science’ in a daze. Although it seemed that Anna could not completely understand it, she still tried hard to remember everything.
Roland had to pause his lecture for a moment to let the three people digest his teaching.

Hearing Anna’s question, he smiled and nodded, “Of course, even though they look alike.”

“Your Highness, I do not understand, since every gas looks the same, how can you know that there are different gases?” Carter
expressed his doubts.

“I can even prove it to you.”

Roland knew that even with these easy to understand words, most of the people would be confused by the theories.

He decided to use a simple experiment to arouse everyone’s interest.

A candle, a glass, a basin, a bowl of limewater - these were the things he had prepared in advance. Although at this time they had only
pale brown glass, far less transparent than the glass of his former time, it was still transparent enough to be used. After all, this simple
test didn’t need someone to observe the changing process.

Roland had done this test before once, the test results showed that although there was magic in this world, the rules of nature were still
the same as on Earth. He asked Anna to light the candles, and then he put it in the basin.

“When something is burning, it needs to consume gas. This gas is also closely linked with every living organism, if we stop breathing, we
will be like this candle. Watch.” Roland put the glass on the candle, and after the flame shook two times, it soon went out.

“It exhausts the air, sir, this is not surprising.” the chief knight spoke in a disapproving way, “Of course we will die without air. For
example, if we fall into water.”

Nana also nodded.

“So, do you think that there in the glass is nothing at all?” Roland asked, then he poured the limewater into the basin, the limewater soon
flooded into the glass, but it finally stopped when only half was filled.

This experiment was so classic that most elementary school teachers liked to use it as an experiment to increase the interest of the
children in natural science. Roland could still remember the shock he felt when his own teacher had demonstrated it. From then on he
embarked on the road of science and engineering, with no way to return.

He gently lifted a corner of the glass, and after a few moments bubbles of air could be seen rising out of the limewater.

Then, the clear limewater appeared to be a little bit cloudy, and a little white cloud slowly spread within the glass.

“If there was nothing in the glass, we wouldn’t have seen the changes in the limewater and the air bubbles. This shows that the air
contains at least two different kinds of gases. In fact, burning a candle consumes only a part of the air, while the other part is unable to
burn. Though it is colorless and odorless, like the former gas, its nature is the complete opposite.”

“Well… That seems to be the case,” Carter thought for a long time to figure out the relationship between the two, “but to know this,
what is the use of it?”

“If you can get the former gas, you can let the flame burn longer, and when you obtain the other gas, you can quickly extinguish the
flames!” Anna suddenly said.

She was simply a genius, Roland praised her in his heart. Even though there was a small fallacy, when hearing of the different properties
of the gases, she could immediately think of several uses. This idea was definitely genius-level. Roland knew that she did not receive any
modern education, but even without it, she could quickly think of this point, showing her extraordinary logic ability - at least she was far
better than this chief knight.
“Right, it is possible to say that since humans learned to use fire, they were separated from the animals, even though obtaining fire was
just a coincidence. Perhaps the lightning hit the trees and lit them, perhaps a rock hit another rock and released a spark. But if no one had
noticed it, no one could have tried using it. We would still be the same as the animals. Roland guided them patiently and systematically in
the direction he wanted, “The goal of this experiment was to show you that curiosity and thinking were the driving forces of human
progress. There are many of similar potential forces in nature, only waiting for us to discover and use them. “

After his speech, Carter still had a doubtful look. Nana was one of those types where it was unknown if they were asleep or awake, and
she only looked at Roland with open, unfocused eyes. Only Anna bowed her head, as if she was thinking about something.

Well, Roland sighed, indeed, teaching too far ahead of the ideas that they understand will not bring enlightenment; it will only make
people feel perplexed. The height of their knowledge determined that they couldn’t understand the powerful force of nature unless it
was physically in front of them. Then they would understand how amazing the nature of the hidden forces in the world were.

At this moment, the kettle hanging from the mantel gave off a clanging sound, it was the sound of a steam pinging against the lid.

“Ah, the water is boiling.” Carter walked over to remove the kettle with a fork, and soon the sound stopped. He took a piece of cloth and
wrapped it around the handle, then filled everyone’s cups with water.

For example, when Roland reached out with his hand to hold the cup, he could feel the temperature of the cup wall. From the first day of
using fire, the principle of boiling water was known. “Boiling water”, hundreds of thousands of people had witnessed this and used it but
no one thought that the gently curling and rising water vapor could also contain such a tremendous amount of energy.

In a few hundred years, this would become the driving force behind humankind’s development; in a very short period of time it would
change the history of mankind. Although the principle was simple, the problem was not the limited technology. No, the problem was that
the first choice for most people was to farm. But Roland was different from them, he thought, this world also had witches. Using magic to
fight in a battle? That was only the way of barbarians… with magic someone could create, it could replace some of the key technologies
to hasten the process of human development. This was the correct way to use magic.

They talked until the sun went down, and after they had eaten dinner together, Roland went to his bedroom.

There was no nightlife to speak of in this day and age, people didn’t even have a word for it, and everyone went to sleep early. He also
considered using his right as the prince to recruit a maid to do the sport, but in the end he couldn’t because he was too thin-skinned to
speak out.

Just as he had lit the candle in his room, he could hear behind himself the sound of applause, then someone spoke to Roland, “It was a
spectacular lecture, I did not expect that his royal highness the 4th Prince was actually a learned man.”

It was the voice of an unknown woman. Instantly Roland could feel cold sweat, only god knew how a stranger could get into his room
without his knowledge, if not an assassin what could she be?! He immediately ran towards the door, even before he had the time to put
his hand on the doorknob, he could feel a cold wind blow near his ear. He discovered that a silver dagger was firmly inserted into the
door, the distance from the dagger to his cheek was only one finger wide.

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.
Noah's blades stopped when they reached the skull. They couldn't descend anymore. His attack
couldn't pierce that material.
The crocodile swung its tail before Noah could try anything else, but he quickly teleported to
reappear high in the sky. His cold gaze then landed on the creature, and a wave of bloodlust surged
out of his figure.
'What else did I miss?' Noah thought without launching his flames.
His mind worked faster while his body fell apart. That near-death situation gave Noah more ideas
on possible finishing blows, so he held back his flames to delay his healing.
'I used both my movement techniques, my ambition, the unstable substance, and three cursed
blades,' Noah thought. 'This is all I have. What else can I even do to kill it? Is my ambition tricking
me again?'
Noah considered those options, but his reasoning stopped when an idea formed. Scenes from his
training with Sword Saint resurfaced in his mind and uncovered the reason behind his failures.
'I will never step into the next level of power if I keep my abilities separated,' Noah thought. 'I need
to fuse them into a single blow, an attack that can act as a pure expression of my ambition.'
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Noah experienced nothing but losses throughout that long journey across the magical beasts'
domain. His superior awareness allowed his group to avoid dangerous packs, but his situation didn't
change even after centuries passed.
The Foolery helped in misleading some of the threatening opponents during their travel. Those
creatures turned the conquered regions into wastelands before transforming them into blue
paradises. Other packs would fight for the ownership of those lands every time the group left.
The journey benefitted Fergie and the Foolery the most. The expert's battle prowess went through
multiple evolutions, and the magical beasts began to reproduce as their bodies absorbed valuable
nutrients.
Noah witnessed the birth of rank 4 specimens, and he also saw them shooting through the heroic
ranks due to the many resources offered by the higher plane.
The pack of Foolery enlarged and grew after every victory. Their morale had never been so high.
Some sense of loyalty toward Noah also appeared among those creatures.
"I don't understand why you struggle so much," The rank 8 pig questioned Noah at some point
during the journey. "You can already hurt rank 8 magical beasts. Your prowess is unmatched among
rank 7 existences. Maybe it's time to accept that you can't force your power to reach the superior
rank without facing breakthroughs."
"I have to agree," Fergie added. "Your flames allow you to restore your body, but you end up on the
verge of falling apart many times during every battle. You might not carry lasting injuries, but this
approach can't be healthy for your mind."
Their concern had reached the peak after Noah's aura had started to grow unstable. He was still in
complete control of his power, but the bloodlust radiated by his mind had intensified after fighting
non-stop for centuries.
Noah's approach to those battles was also atypical. He always jumped into fights that he couldn't
win, hoping that the danger could force his mind to give birth to a new technique.
That approach had allowed Noah to master his teleports in a few decades, but it had yet to lead to a
proper finishing blow. However, he had found a promising path, and his unstable bloodlust wasn't
enough to make him stop.
"Anyone can face rank 8 beings after reaching the eighth rank," Noah replied.
"This isn't an excuse to turn yourself into a bloodthirsty beast," Fergie replied before glancing at the
pig. "No offense."
"I wouldn't be me if I took a safe path," Noah replied. "I even have the faint sensation that my
ambition wouldn't make me advance if I fail. My centers of power can be annoying to satisfy at
times."
"Isn't your body near the breakthrough?" Fergie asked. "How many rank 8 materials did you already
eat? You should be close, right?"
Fergie's belief wouldn't have been wrong in a normal situation. Even the strongest hybrid would
approach the breakthrough after eating so many rank 8 materials.
However, Noah's body required an insane number of nutrients. It had grown so strong that Fergie
couldn't evaluate its power anymore, but it had yet to approach the peak of the seventh rank.
Truth be told, Noah had crossed the halfway mark only a few decades ago.
His growth would have been faster if he had managed to eat entire rank 8 creatures, but he had to
settle for what the rank 8 Foolery left. The loot from his battles even consisted of limbs or small
patches of skin. There was a limit to how quickly Noah could improve with those meals.
"You should focus on your centers of power," Noah said before turning toward the pig, "And you
should take care of your pack. Let me handle my existence. This isn't the worse I've experienced
during my training sessions."
Fergie and the leader of the Foolery could only heave a helpless sigh in front of Noah's
stubbornness. His battle prowess already amazed them, but he constantly desired more.
The journey led the group in many valuable areas. Noah had the chance to bathe in white rivers,
seize countless precious materials, and eat many valuable resources during those adventures.
His law broadened, his mind enlarged, and his body improved. Everything was going smoothly, but
his thoughts were slowly obtaining chaotic properties.
Noah had noticed those changes in his mind before his companions. He could sense how his
thoughts were slowly losing their original diversity to transform into bloodthirsty ideas.
The process could become permanent if Noah didn't spend a few decades dispersing the bloodlust
accumulated throughout those battles, but he couldn't stop just yet. His finishing blow was about to
come to life. His existence prevented him from delaying that process.
'An attack without the cursed sword but in dragon form can cut a few fingers,' Noah thought while
inspecting his opponent. 'Not enough. Even an entire arm wouldn't be enough.'
His opponent was a short crocodile. The creature was long, but its height prevented it from moving
fast. Its defense was high due to the three layers of green scales covering its body, but its overall
power was below average.
'This is one of the weakest rank 8 magical beasts in the world,' Noah thought before activating his
workshop to create the draconic armor. 'I must be able to kill it.'
Noah drew the cursed sword and multiplied his arms and weapons. He even summoned the
Demonic Form, and he soon obtained a monstrous shape.
The battle started as soon as Snore and Night came out in the open. The Foolery and Fergie kept the
rest of the pack busy, so Noah could focus on his opponent.
The area featured multiple white rivers that the crocodiles used as their home, but Noah ignored
those resources. Everything vanished from his vision. Only his opponent remained in his eyes.
Noah immediately launched one of his strongest attacks. His monstrous body transformed into a
blade that pierced the sky and disappeared before reaching the crocodile.
He had devised a method to build momentum through his movement techniques. The teleports
allowed Noah to maintain his speed, so he had learnt how to alternate the abilities and gather power
through his sprints.
The black blade reappeared above the crocodile and began to dive in its direction, but Noah
teleported again. He reformed at the creature's side and repeated the process.
Snore and Night assaulted the crocodile, but their attacks only managed to slow down its actions.
They didn't pierce its skin, but their relentless offensive eventually broke some scales.
Once Noah built enough momentum, he performed a feint to bait the crocodile's bite and teleport
above its head. His blade converged to create a drill-like structure that pierced the three layers of
scales and touched the creature's skull.
Noah's blades stopped when they reached the skull. They couldn't descend anymore. His attack
couldn't pierce that material.
The crocodile swung its tail before Noah could try anything else, but he quickly teleported to
reappear high in the sky. His cold gaze then landed on the creature, and a wave of bloodlust surged
out of his figure.
'What else did I miss?' Noah thought without launching his flames.
His mind worked faster while his body fell apart. That near-death situation gave Noah more ideas
on possible finishing blows, so he held back his flames to delay his healing.
'I used both my movement techniques, my ambition, the unstable substance, and three cursed
blades,' Noah thought. 'This is all I have. What else can I even do to kill it? Is my ambition tricking
me again?'
Noah considered those options, but his reasoning stopped when an idea formed. Scenes from his
training with Sword Saint resurfaced in his mind and uncovered the reason behind his failures.
'I will never step into the next level of power if I keep my abilities separated,' Noah thought. 'I need
to fuse them into a single blow, an attack that can act as a pure expression of my ambition.'
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s or by mon but not in angel.

N. There is a good reason for this, I think. For we observe in
man not a few things which neither reason understands nor
authority transmits to subsist in angel. For instance there is this
animal body which, according to Holy Scripture, was attached to
the human soul even before the Transgression ; there is the fivefold
bodily exterior sense ; there are the phantasies of sensible objects,
which through that sense enter into the soul ; there are the perplexity
and difficulty which delay the reason’s enquiries into the nature of
the Universe ; the painful industry which it requires to discriminate
between vice and virtue ; and very many other things of that sort.
For that all these things are lacking to the angelic nature while The angels do
present in nature no truly wise man would deny. Nevertheless, not sense
Augustine in the Eighth Book of the City of God, Chapter Seven 772D
{sic), would appear to have taught that the angels have sense, for
in that chapter he praises the contemplative power of the great
philosophers because “they saw that all forms of mutable things,
whereby they are what they are (of what nature soever they be) have
their origin from none but Him that truly is and is unchangeable.
Consequently neither the body of this universe, the figures, qualities,
ordered motion, and elements disposed from heaven down to earth,
and whatever bodies are in them, nor any life — whether that which 773A
nourishes and conserves, as in the case of trees, or that which has
this but also perceives, as in the case of the animals, or that which
has all this but also understands, as in the case of man, or that which
has no need of the support of nourishment, but conserves, perceives
and understands, as in the case of the angels — can have being but
from Him who has only simple being.”
But 1 should say that he was here referring to the interior sense.
For who does not know that the celestial being is untouched by very
many of the parts and motions of nature which are naturally innate
in the human being? And of those things which are not innate in it
either as substance or happen to it as accident, it is not reasonable to
hold that the celestial substance possesses the knowledge. For
although the Angels are held to administer this world and every 773B
corporeal creature, yet we must by no means suppose they do so
through the instrument of the corporeal senses or by movements
through space or time or by visible manifestations. Nor would it be
right to say that it was through some defect in their power that theyand rational creatures. And if
there is this close correspondence
between them it is reasonable to enquire why we are taught that m e
every creature is made in man but not in angel.
N. There is a good reason for this, I think. For we observe in
man not a few things which neither reason understands nor
authority transmits to subsist in angel. For instance there is this
animal body which, according to Holy Scripture, was attached to
the human soul even before the Transgression ; there is the fivefold
bodily exterior sense ; there are the phantasies of sensible objects,
which through that sense enter into the soul ; there are the perplexity
and difficulty which delay the reason’s enquiries into the nature of
the Universe ; the painful industry which it requires to discriminate
between vice and virtue ; and very many other things of that sort.
For that all these things are lacking to the angelic nature while The angels do
present in nature no truly wise man would deny. Nevertheless, not sense
Augustine in the Eighth Book of the City of God, Chapter Seven 772D
{sic), would appear to have taught that the angels have sense, for
in that chapter he praises the contemplative power of the great
philosophers because “they saw that all forms of mutable things,
whereby they are what they are (of what nature soever they be) have
their origin from none but Him that truly is and is unchangeable.
Consequently neither the body of this universe, the figures, qualities,
ordered motion, and elements disposed from heaven down to earth,
and whatever bodies are in them, nor any life — whether that which 773A
nourishes and conserves, as in the case of trees, or that which has
this but also perceives, as in the case of the animals, or that which
has all this but also understands, as in the case of man, or that which
has no need of the support of nourishment, but conserves, perceives
and understands, as in the case of the angels — can have being but
from Him who has only simple being.”

But 1 should say that hAuguries were not only, as we have shown above, a main
foundation of the old religion of the Gentiles, but were also the cause of the
prosperity of the Roman commonwealth. Accordingly, the Romans gave more heed to
these than to any other of their observances; resorting to them in their consular
comitia; in undertaking new enterprises; in calling out their armies; in going into
battle; and, in short, in every business of importance, whether civil or military. Nor
would they ever set forth on any warlike expedition, until they had satisfied their
soldiers that the gods had promised them victory.
Among other means of declaring the auguries, they had in their armies a class of
soothsayers, named by them pullarii, whom, when they desired to give battle, they
would ask to take the auspices, which they did by observing the behaviour of fowls.
If the fowls pecked, the engagement was begun with a favourable omen. If they
refused, battle was declined. Nevertheless, when it was plain on the face of it that a
certain course had to be taken, they would take it at all hazards, even though the
auspices were adverse; contriving, however, to manage matters so adroitly as not to
appear to throw any slight on religion; as was done by the consul Papirius in the great
battle he fought with the Samnites wherein that nation was finally broken and
overthrown. For Papirius being encamped over against the Samnites, and perceiving
that if he fought, victory was certain, and consequently being eager to engage, desired
the omens to be taken. The fowls refused to peck; but the chief soothsayer observing
the eagerness of the soldiers to fight and the confidence felt both by them and by their
captain, not to deprive the army of such an opportunity of glory, reported to the
consul that the auspices were favourable. Whereupon Papirius began to array his
army for battle. But some among the soothsayers having divulged to certain of the
soldiers that the fowls had not pecked, this was told to Spurius Papirius, the nephew
of the consul, who reporting it to his uncle, the
gression ; there is the fivefold
bodily exterior sense ; there are the phantasies of sensible objects,
which through that sense enter into the soul ; there are the perplexity
and difficulty which delay the reason’s enquiries into the nature of
the Universe ; the painful industry which it requires to discriminate
between vice and virtue ; and very many other things of that sort.
For that all these things are lacking to the angelic nature while The angels do
present in nature no truly wise man would deny. Nevertheless, not sense
Augustine in the Eighth Book of the City of God, Chapter Seven 772D
{sic), would appear to have taught that the angels have sense, for
in that chapter he praises the contemplative power of the great
philosophers because “they saw that all forms of mutable things,
whereby they are what they are (of what nature soever they be) have
their origin from none but Him that truly is and is unchangeable.
Consequently neither the body of this universe, the figures, qualities,
ordered motion, and elements disposed from heaven down to earth,
and whatever bodies are in them, nor any life — whether that which 773A
nourishes and conserves, as in the case of trees, or that which has
this but also perceives, as in the case of the animals, or that which
has all this but also understands, as in the case of man, or that which
has no need of the support of nourishment, but conserves, perceives
and understands, as in the case of the angels — can have being but
from Him who has only simple being.”
But 1 should say that he was here referLith stood up, eager to put his talent as Forgemaster to the test. The pattern of the
spell was simple, but the execution was complex. It allowed the mage to choose if to power up the runes one by one like Wanemyre just
did, or to group them up as she suggested.

Making a single strand out of four runes meant a lesser strain on the mage during the first chant, since it required an average level of
multi casting, but it made things more complicated during the second spell.

It would generate a thread four times thicker and likely four times harder to control. The second spell was just a crutch for the mage's
willpower, making it easier to control the conjured energies.

After learning the spells, Lith went all out. His multi casting ability allowed him to control ten spells at once, one for each finger. He
created one thread out of two runes, twice the number Wanemyre required.

Lith could have conjured more, but it would have meant risking to fail. Since it wasn't a life or death situation, there was no need to bite
more than he was certain to be able to chew.

When Wanemyre performed the spell, the resulting energy strands were as thick as hairs and moved in unison, like they shared a hive
mind. Lith's performance turned out much different.

Each strand was as thick as a finger and moved like a snake slithering for its life while having a seizure.
'Damn! I thought that my experience with true magic would make things easier. It's the first time I meet such wild energies. Let's hope
the second spell helps.'

Lith started the next chant. He had a hard time just to prevent the blue threads from crashing against the walls of the classroom, marking
the failure of his attempt.

"This is a classic rookie mistake." Wanemyre explained to the rest of the students.

"Always remember to commence the second spell as soon as you finish the first, otherwise the Bonding spell goes rampant." Contrary to
the expectations of most, she didn't deduct any points from Lith.

The second chant was a revelation for him. He could feel small tendrils of pure mana emanating from his body. They latched themselves
on the wild energy threads, taming them like trained dogs on a leash.

'I never thought it was possible to use spirit magic to control remotely another spell!' Lith was overjoyed. 'I have to master this Leash spell
as soon as I can. It has countless applications!'

From that point onwards, the rest was easy. Lith successfully completed the Bonding spell, but the difference between his product and
Wanemyre's was like heaven and earth.

Lith's amulet had a much weaker magical aura, not even half as strong as the one the Professor made. The mana vessels he created were
fewer, smaller, and formed a less complex pattern compared to hers.

'Seems the results of the Bonding spell aren't linearly proportional to the number of threads generated, as much as exponentially.' He
thought.

"Outstanding job!" Wanemyre clapped her hands with a big smile on her face.

"Thirty points for handling so many threads at the first attempt, thirty for succeeding at the first try, and another forty for achieving all
the above despite my mistake."

"Your mistake?" Lith raised an eyebrow in confusion, while the rest of the class heard nothing after realizing the total sum was one
hundred points.

"Yes." She nodded.

"I forgot to point out the importance of the timing for a successful Bonding. Unlike everything you have attempted before, the two spells
are interlinked. My blunder affected negatively your odds of success. Hence the forty points.

"Now let's see how those that were so smug while you were about to fail perform. I expect great things from them." She threw a cold
look to a few students that went immediately pale.

Lith turned around to go back at his desk, when suddenly the hostility returned. The threat was as close as pressing, forcing him to
perform a quick 180° turn by pivoting on his front leg.

Wanemyre looked at his arms raised in a guard position with a puzzled look. The feeling of danger coming from behind had disappeared.

"Is it something wrong?" She tilted her head in confusion.

Lith shook briefly his head before returning to his station.

'Okay, something is f*cking wrong here. First the brats, now the Professor. Solus?'

'I was going to wait until the end of the lesson to tell you, but at this point we cannot take any more risks.' Lith could feel Solus using all
of her senses to keep the whole classroom under surveillance.

'Do you remember I told you there was something familiar? Well, I was right. When I went checking your colleagues, I noticed that at
least five of them wear trinkets bearing the same pseudo core of those we found in the boxes. I have no idea what they do, but this can't
be a coincidence.

'Until we figure it out, I want you to wear your paranoia cap and never take it off.'

Lith inwardly cursed. He hated being forced on the defense, but there was nothing he could do. Lith had no reason to report them, nor he
could explain in any way the significance of the trinkets they wore.

'Even worse, we recognize them only because we can see their pseudo cores. I have no plausible way to justify how I know that
completely different items all do the same thing. Do you think Wanemyre is involved in this too?'

'I can't be sure.' Solus replied. 'I didn't take a close look at that betrothal gift of hers back then, but I remember its vibe. It's definitely
possible.'

Those words were enough to make Lith shiver. It was only the second day he had returned at the academy, yet another storm was
already brewing at the horizon.

***

Meanwhile, in the Headmaster's office, Linjos was even more worried than Lith. Despite taking all the necessary precautions, he could
feel the control of the academy slipping through his fingers.

He had spent the winter break personally crafting the new Ballots, giving them to students and Professors alike to make it possible for
them to record any suspicious activity they may encounter, but to no avail.
An academy's power core was a priceless treasure for the Griffon Kingdom. To avoid enemies or spies from tampering it, in times of crisis
only the Headmaster could access it. It was the reason why one of the qualifications for becoming a Headmaster was to also be a
Forgemaster.

"Today's attempt on Lith's life it's undeniable proof that traitors are still operating within these walls." He said to Marchioness Distar.
Linjos was one of the few people aware of her real nature of mage and of her role as Lord Commander of the Queen's corps.

"Constable Ernas's investigation proves that the real target was Captain Yerna, but to assign Lith to a slaughterhouse, those nobles
needed help from inside the academy."

"Agreed." The Marchioness nodded. "Even sending Professors to do a clerk's job didn't help. Let's admit it, our opponent beat us at our
own game. Information keeps leaking and now you tell me materials have started to disappear?"

"Yes." Linjos sighed deeply. "Small quantities at a time, but what worries me the most is that they are all ingredients necessary for making
weapons. Milit

Lith stood up, eager to put his talent as Forgemaster to the test. The pattern of the spell was simple, but the execution was complex. It
allowed the mage to choose if to power up the runes one by one like Wanemyre just did, or to group them up as she suggested.

Making a single strand out of four runes meant a lesser strain on the mage during the first chant, since it required an average level of
multi casting, but it made things more complicated during the second spell.

It would generate a thread four times thicker and likely four times harder to control. The second spell was just a crutch for the mage's
willpower, making it easier to control the conjured energies.

After learning the spells, Lith went all out. His multi casting ability allowed him to control ten spells at once, one for each finger. He
created one thread out of two runes, twice the number Wanemyre required.

Lith could have conjured more, but it would have meant risking to fail. Since it wasn't a life or death situation, there was no need to bite
more than he was certain to be able to chew.

When Wanemyre performed the spell, the resulting energy strands were as thick as hairs and moved in unison, like they shared a hive
mind. Lith's performance turned out much different.

Each strand was as thick as a finger and moved like a snake slithering for its life while having a seizure.

'Damn! I thought that my experience with true magic would make things easier. It's the first time I meet such wild energies. Let's hope
the second spell helps.'

Lith started the next chant. He had a hard time just to prevent the blue threads from crashing against the walls of the classroom, marking
the failure of his attempt.

"This is a classic rookie mistake." Wanemyre explained to the rest of the students.

"Always remember to commence the second spell as soon as you finish the first, otherwise the Bonding spell goes rampant." Contrary to
the expectations of most, she didn't deduct any points from Lith.

The second chant was a revelation for him. He could feel small tendrils of pure mana emanating from his body. They latched themselves
on the wild energy threads, taming them like trained dogs on a leash.

'I never thought it was possible to use spirit magic to control remotely another spell!' Lith was overjoyed. 'I have to master this Leash spell
as soon as I can. It has countless applications!'

From that point onwards, the rest was easy. Lith successfully completed the Bonding spell, but the difference between his product and
Wanemyre's was like heaven and earth.

Lith's amulet had a much weaker magical aura, not even half as strong as the one the Professor made. The mana vessels he created were
fewer, smaller, and formed a less complex pattern compared to hers.

'Seems the results of the Bonding spell aren't linearly proportional to the number of threads generated, as much as exponentially.' He
thought.

"Outstanding job!" Wanemyre clapped her hands with a big smile on her face.

"Thirty points for handling so many threads at the first attempt, thirty for succeeding at the first try, and another forty for achieving all
the above despite my mistake."

"Your mistake?" Lith raised an eyebrow in confusion, while the rest of the class heard nothing after realizing the total sum was one
hundred points.

"Yes." She nodded.

"I forgot to point out the importance of the timing for a successful Bonding. Unlike everything you have attempted before, the two spells
are interlinked. My blunder affected negatively your odds of success. Hence the forty points.

"Now let's see how those that were so smug while you were about to fail perform. I expect great things from them." She threw a cold
look to a few students that went immediately pale.
Lith turned around to go back at his desk, when suddenly the hostility returned. The threat was as close as pressing, forcing him to
perform a quick 180° turn by pivoting on his front leg.

Wanemyre looked at his arms raised in a guard position with a puzzled look. The feeling of danger coming from behind had disappeared.

"Is it something wrong?" She tilted her head in confusion.

Lith shook briefly his head before returning to his station.

'Okay, something is f*cking wrong here. First the brats, now the Professor. Solus?'

'I was going to wait until the end of the lesson to tell you, but at this point we cannot take any more risks.' Lith could feel Solus using all
of her senses to keep the whole classroom under surveillance.

'Do you remember I told you there was something familiar? Well, I was right. When I went checking your colleagues, I noticed that at
least five of them wear trinkets bearing the same pseudo core of those we found in the boxes. I have no idea what they do, but this can't
be a coincidence.

'Until we figure it out, I want you to wear your paranoia cap and never take it off.'

Lith inwardly cursed. He hated being forced on the defense, but there was nothing he could do. Lith had no reason to report them, nor he
could explain in any way the significance of the trinkets they wore.

'Even worse, we recognize them only because we can see their pseudo cores. I have no plausible way to justify how I know that
completely different items all do the same thing. Do you think Wanemyre is involved in this too?'

'I can't be sure.' Solus replied. 'I didn't take a close look at that betrothal gift of hers back then, but I remember its vibe. It's definitely
possible.'

Those words were enough to make Lith shiver. It was only the second day he had returned at the academy, yet another storm was
already brewing at the horizon.

***

Meanwhile, in the Headmaster's office, Linjos was even more worried than Lith. Despite taking all the necessary precautions, he could
feel the control of the academy slipping through his fingers.

He had spent the winter break personally crafting the new Ballots, giving them to students and Professors alike to make it possible for
them to record any suspicious activity they may encounter, but to no avail.

An academy's power core was a priceless treasure for the Griffon Kingdom. To avoid enemies or spies from tampering it, in times of crisis
only the Headmaster could access it. It was the reason why one of the qualifications for becoming a Headmaster was to also be a
Forgemaster.

"Today's attempt on Lith's life it's undeniable proof that traitors are still operating within these walls." He said to Marchioness Distar.
Linjos was one of the few people aware of her real nature of mage and of her role as Lord Commander of the Queen's corps.

"Constable Ernas's investigation proves that the real target was Captain Yerna, but to assign Lith to a slaughterhouse, those nobles
needed help from inside the academy."

"Agreed." The Marchioness nodded. "Even sending Professors to do a clerk's job didn't help. Let's admit it, our opponent beat us at our
own game. Information keeps leaking and now you tell me materials have started to disappear?"

"Yes." Linjos sighed deeply. "Small quantities at a time, but what worries me the most is that they are all ingredients necessary for making
weapons. Milit

Lith stood up, eager to put his talent as Forgemaster to the test. The pattern of the spell was simple, but the execution was complex. It
allowed the mage to choose if to power up the runes one by one like Wanemyre just did, or to group them up as she suggested.

Making a single strand out of four runes meant a lesser strain on the mage during the first chant, since it required an average level of
multi casting, but it made things more complicated during the second spell.

It would generate a thread four times thicker and likely four times harder to control. The second spell was just a crutch for the mage's
willpower, making it easier to control the conjured energies.

After learning the spells, Lith went all out. His multi casting ability allowed him to control ten spells at once, one for each finger. He
created one thread out of two runes, twice the number Wanemyre required.

Lith could have conjured more, but it would have meant risking to fail. Since it wasn't a life or death situation, there was no need to bite
more than he was certain to be able to chew.

When Wanemyre performed the spell, the resulting energy strands were as thick as hairs and moved in unison, like they shared a hive
mind. Lith's performance turned out much different.

Each strand was as thick as a finger and moved like a snake slithering for its life while having a seizure.

'Damn! I thought that my experience with true magic would make things easier. It's the first time I meet such wild energies. Let's hope
the second spell helps.'
Lith started the next chant. He had a hard time just to prevent the blue threads from crashing against the walls of the classroom, marking
the failure of his attempt.

"This is a classic rookie mistake." Wanemyre explained to the rest of the students.

"Always remember to commence the second spell as soon as you finish the first, otherwise the Bonding spell goes rampant." Contrary to
the expectations of most, she didn't deduct any points from Lith.

The second chant was a revelation for him. He could feel small tendrils of pure mana emanating from his body. They latched themselves
on the wild energy threads, taming them like trained dogs on a leash.

'I never thought it was possible to use spirit magic to control remotely another spell!' Lith was overjoyed. 'I have to master this Leash spell
as soon as I can. It has countless applications!'

From that point onwards, the rest was easy. Lith successfully completed the Bonding spell, but the difference between his product and
Wanemyre's was like heaven and earth.

Lith's amulet had a much weaker magical aura, not even half as strong as the one the Professor made. The mana vessels he created were
fewer, smaller, and formed a less complex pattern compared to hers.

'Seems the results of the Bonding spell aren't linearly proportional to the number of threads generated, as much as exponentially.' He
thought.

"Outstanding job!" Wanemyre clapped her hands with a big smile on her face.

"Thirty points for handling so many threads at the first attempt, thirty for succeeding at the first try, and another forty for achieving all
the above despite my mistake."

"Your mistake?" Lith raised an eyebrow in confusion, while the rest of the class heard nothing after realizing the total sum was one
hundred points.

"Yes." She nodded.

"I forgot to point out the importance of the timing for a successful Bonding. Unlike everything you have attempted before, the two spells
are interlinked. My blunder affected negatively your odds of success. Hence the forty points.

"Now let's see how those that were so smug while you were about to fail perform. I expect great things from them." She threw a cold
look to a few students that went immediately pale.

Lith turned around to go back at his desk, when suddenly the hostility returned. The threat was as close as pressing, forcing him to
perform a quick 180° turn by pivoting on his front leg.

Wanemyre looked at his arms raised in a guard position with a puzzled look. The feeling of danger coming from behind had disappeared.

"Is it something wrong?" She tilted her head in confusion.

Lith shook briefly his head before returning to his station.

'Okay, something is f*cking wrong here. First the brats, now the Professor. Solus?'

'I was going to wait until the end of the lesson to tell you, but at this point we cannot take any more risks.' Lith could feel Solus using all
of her senses to keep the whole classroom under surveillance.

'Do you remember I told you there was something familiar? Well, I was right. When I went checking your colleagues, I noticed that at
least five of them wear trinkets bearing the same pseudo core of those we found in the boxes. I have no idea what they do, but this can't
be a coincidence.

'Until we figure it out, I want you to wear your paranoia cap and never take it off.'

Lith inwardly cursed. He hated being forced on the defense, but there was nothing he could do. Lith had no reason to report them, nor he
could explain in any way the significance of the trinkets they wore.

'Even worse, we recognize them only because we can see their pseudo cores. I have no plausible way to justify how I know that
completely different items all do the same thing. Do you think Wanemyre is involved in this too?'

'I can't be sure.' Solus replied. 'I didn't take a close look at that betrothal gift of hers back then, but I remember its vibe. It's definitely
possible.'

Those words were enough to make Lith shiver. It was only the second day he had returned at the academy, yet another storm was
already brewing at the horizon.

***

Meanwhile, in the Headmaster's office, Linjos was even more worried than Lith. Despite taking all the necessary precautions, he could
feel the control of the academy slipping through his fingers.

He had spent the winter break personally crafting the new Ballots, giving them to students and Professors alike to make it possible for
them to record any suspicious activity they may encounter, but to no avail.
An academy's power core was a priceless treasure for the Griffon Kingdom. To avoid enemies or spies from tampering it, in times of crisis
only the Headmaster could access it. It was the reason why one of the qualifications for becoming a Headmaster was to also be a
Forgemaster.

"Today's attempt on Lith's life it's undeniable proof that traitors are still operating within these walls." He said to Marchioness Distar.
Linjos was one of the few people aware of her real nature of mage and of her role as Lord Commander of the Queen's corps.

"Constable Ernas's investigation proves that the real target was Captain Yerna, but to assign Lith to a slaughterhouse, those nobles
needed help from inside the academy."

"Agreed." The Marchioness nodded. "Even sending Professors to do a clerk's job didn't help. Let's admit it, our opponent beat us at our
own game. Information keeps leaking and now you tell me materials have started to disappear?"

"Yes." Linjos sighed deeply. "Small quantities at a time, but what worries me the most is that they are all ingredients necessary for making
weapons. Milit

Lith stood up, eager to put his talent as Forgemaster to the test. The pattern of the spell was simple, but the execution was complex. It
allowed the mage to choose if to power up the runes one by one like Wanemyre just did, or to group them up as she suggested.

Making a single strand out of four runes meant a lesser strain on the mage during the first chant, since it required an average level of
multi casting, but it made things more complicated during the second spell.

It would generate a thread four times thicker and likely four times harder to control. The second spell was just a crutch for the mage's
willpower, making it easier to control the conjured energies.

After learning the spells, Lith went all out. His multi casting ability allowed him to control ten spells at once, one for each finger. He
created one thread out of two runes, twice the number Wanemyre required.

Lith could have conjured more, but it would have meant risking to fail. Since it wasn't a life or death situation, there was no need to bite
more than he was certain to be able to chew.

When Wanemyre performed the spell, the resulting energy strands were as thick as hairs and moved in unison, like they shared a hive
mind. Lith's performance turned out much different.

Each strand was as thick as a finger and moved like a snake slithering for its life while having a seizure.

'Damn! I thought that my experience with true magic would make things easier. It's the first time I meet such wild energies. Let's hope
the second spell helps.'

Lith started the next chant. He had a hard time just to prevent the blue threads from crashing against the walls of the classroom, marking
the failure of his attempt.

"This is a classic rookie mistake." Wanemyre explained to the rest of the students.

"Always remember to commence the second spell as soon as you finish the first, otherwise the Bonding spell goes rampant." Contrary to
the expectations of most, she didn't deduct any points from Lith.

The second chant was a revelation for him. He could feel small tendrils of pure mana emanating from his body. They latched themselves
on the wild energy threads, taming them like trained dogs on a leash.

'I never thought it was possible to use spirit magic to control remotely another spell!' Lith was overjoyed. 'I have to master this Leash spell
as soon as I can. It has countless applications!'

From that point onwards, the rest was easy. Lith successfully completed the Bonding spell, but the difference between his product and
Wanemyre's was like heaven and earth.

Lith's amulet had a much weaker magical aura, not even half as strong as the one the Professor made. The mana vessels he created were
fewer, smaller, and formed a less complex pattern compared to hers.

'Seems the results of the Bonding spell aren't linearly proportional to the number of threads generated, as much as exponentially.' He
thought.

"Outstanding job!" Wanemyre clapped her hands with a big smile on her face.

"Thirty points for handling so many threads at the first attempt, thirty for succeeding at the first try, and another forty for achieving all
the above despite my mistake."

"Your mistake?" Lith raised an eyebrow in confusion, while the rest of the class heard nothing after realizing the total sum was one
hundred points.

"Yes." She nodded.

"I forgot to point out the importance of the timing for a successful Bonding. Unlike everything you have attempted before, the two spells
are interlinked. My blunder affected negatively your odds of success. Hence the forty points.

"Now let's see how those that were so smug while you were about to fail perform. I expect great things from them." She threw a cold
look to a few students that went immediately pale.
Lith turned around to go back at his desk, when suddenly the hostility returned. The threat was as close as pressing, forcing him to
perform a quick 180° turn by pivoting on his front leg.

Wanemyre looked at his arms raised in a guard position with a puzzled look. The feeling of danger coming from behind had disappeared.

"Is it something wrong?" She tilted her head in confusion.

Lith shook briefly his head before returning to his station.

'Okay, something is f*cking wrong here. First the brats, now the Professor. Solus?'

'I was going to wait until the end of the lesson to tell you, but at this point we cannot take any more risks.' Lith could feel Solus using all
of her senses to keep the whole classroom under surveillance.

'Do you remember I told you there was something familiar? Well, I was right. When I went checking your colleagues, I noticed that at
least five of them wear trinkets bearing the same pseudo core of those we found in the boxes. I have no idea what they do, but this can't
be a coincidence.

'Until we figure it out, I want you to wear your paranoia cap and never take it off.'

Lith inwardly cursed. He hated being forced on the defense, but there was nothing he could do. Lith had no reason to report them, nor he
could explain in any way the significance of the trinkets they wore.

'Even worse, we recognize them only because we can see their pseudo cores. I have no plausible way to justify how I know that
completely different items all do the same thing. Do you think Wanemyre is involved in this too?'

'I can't be sure.' Solus replied. 'I didn't take a close look at that betrothal gift of hers back then, but I remember its vibe. It's definitely
possible.'

Those words were enough to make Lith shiver. It was only the second day he had returned at the academy, yet another storm was
already brewing at the horizon.

***

Meanwhile, in the Headmaster's office, Linjos was even more worried than Lith. Despite taking all the necessary precautions, he could
feel the control of the academy slipping through his fingers.

He had spent the winter break personally crafting the new Ballots, giving them to students and Professors alike to make it possible for
them to record any suspicious activity they may encounter, but to no avail.

An academy's power core was a priceless treasure for the Griffon Kingdom. To avoid enemies or spies from tampering it, in times of crisis
only the Headmaster could access it. It was the reason why one of the qualifications for becoming a Headmaster was to also be a
Forgemaster.

"Today's attempt on Lith's life it's undeniable proof that traitors are still operating within these walls." He said to Marchioness Distar.
Linjos was one of the few people aware of her real nature of mage and of her role as Lord Commander of the Queen's corps.

"Constable Ernas's investigation proves that the real target was Captain Yerna, but to assign Lith to a slaughterhouse, those nobles
needed help from inside the academy."

"Agreed." The Marchioness nodded. "Even sending Professors to do a clerk's job didn't help. Let's admit it, our opponent beat us at our
own game. Information keeps leaking and now you tell me materials have started to disappear?"

"Yes." Linjos sighed deeply. "Small quantities at a time, but what worries me the most is that they are all ingredients necessary for making
weapons. Milit

Lith stood up, eager to put his talent as Forgemaster to the test. The pattern of the spell was simple, but the execution was complex. It
allowed the mage to choose if to power up the runes one by one like Wanemyre just did, or to group them up as she suggested.

Making a single strand out of four runes meant a lesser strain on the mage during the first chant, since it required an average level of
multi casting, but it made things more complicated during the second spell.

It would generate a thread four times thicker and likely four times harder to control. The second spell was just a crutch for the mage's
willpower, making it easier to control the conjured energies.

After learning the spells, Lith went all out. His multi casting ability allowed him to control ten spells at once, one for each finger. He
created one thread out of two runes, twice the number Wanemyre required.

Lith could have conjured more, but it would have meant risking to fail. Since it wasn't a life or death situation, there was no need to bite
more than he was certain to be able to chew.

When Wanemyre performed the spell, the resulting energy strands were as thick as hairs and moved in unison, like they shared a hive
mind. Lith's performance turned out much different.

Each strand was as thick as a finger and moved like a snake slithering for its life while having a seizure.

'Damn! I thought that my experience with true magic would make things easier. It's the first time I meet such wild energies. Let's hope
the second spell helps.'
Lith started the next chant. He had a hard time just to prevent the blue threads from crashing against the walls of the classroom, marking
the failure of his attempt.

"This is a classic rookie mistake." Wanemyre explained to the rest of the students.

"Always remember to commence the second spell as soon as you finish the first, otherwise the Bonding spell goes rampant." Contrary to
the expectations of most, she didn't deduct any points from Lith.

The second chant was a revelation for him. He could feel small tendrils of pure mana emanating from his body. They latched themselves
on the wild energy threads, taming them like trained dogs on a leash.

'I never thought it was possible to use spirit magic to control remotely another spell!' Lith was overjoyed. 'I have to master this Leash spell
as soon as I can. It has countless applications!'

From that point onwards, the rest was easy. Lith successfully completed the Bonding spell, but the difference between his product and
Wanemyre's was like heaven and earth.

Lith's amulet had a much weaker magical aura, not even half as strong as the one the Professor made. The mana vessels he created were
fewer, smaller, and formed a less complex pattern compared to hers.

'Seems the results of the Bonding spell aren't linearly proportional to the number of threads generated, as much as exponentially.' He
thought.

"Outstanding job!" Wanemyre clapped her hands with a big smile on her face.

"Thirty points for handling so many threads at the first attempt, thirty for succeeding at the first try, and another forty for achieving all
the above despite my mistake."

"Your mistake?" Lith raised an eyebrow in confusion, while the rest of the class heard nothing after realizing the total sum was one
hundred points.

"Yes." She nodded.

"I forgot to point out the importance of the timing for a successful Bonding. Unlike everything you have attempted before, the two spells
are interlinked. My blunder affected negatively your odds of success. Hence the forty points.

"Now let's see how those that were so smug while you were about to fail perform. I expect great things from them." She threw a cold
look to a few students that went immediately pale.

Lith turned around to go back at his desk, when suddenly the hostility returned. The threat was as close as pressing, forcing him to
perform a quick 180° turn by pivoting on his front leg.

Wanemyre looked at his arms raised in a guard position with a puzzled look. The feeling of danger coming from behind had disappeared.

"Is it something wrong?" She tilted her head in confusion.

Lith shook briefly his head before returning to his station.

'Okay, something is f*cking wrong here. First the brats, now the Professor. Solus?'

'I was going to wait until the end of the lesson to tell you, but at this point we cannot take any more risks.' Lith could feel Solus using all
of her senses to keep the whole classroom under surveillance.

'Do you remember I told you there was something familiar? Well, I was right. When I went checking your colleagues, I noticed that at
least five of them wear trinkets bearing the same pseudo core of those we found in the boxes. I have no idea what they do, but this can't
be a coincidence.

'Until we figure it out, I want you to wear your paranoia cap and never take it off.'

Lith inwardly cursed. He hated being forced on the defense, but there was nothing he could do. Lith had no reason to report them, nor he
could explain in any way the significance of the trinkets they wore.

'Even worse, we recognize them only because we can see their pseudo cores. I have no plausible way to justify how I know that
completely different items all do the same thing. Do you think Wanemyre is involved in this too?'

'I can't be sure.' Solus replied. 'I didn't take a close look at that betrothal gift of hers back then, but I remember its vibe. It's definitely
possible.'

Those words were enough to make Lith shiver. It was only the second day he had returned at the academy, yet another storm was
already brewing at the horizon.

***

Meanwhile, in the Headmaster's office, Linjos was even more worried than Lith. Despite taking all the necessary precautions, he could
feel the control of the academy slipping through his fingers.

He had spent the winter break personally crafting the new Ballots, giving them to students and Professors alike to make it possible for
them to record any suspicious activity they may encounter, but to no avail.
An academy's power core was a priceless treasure for the Griffon Kingdom. To avoid enemies or spies from tampering it, in times of crisis
only the Headmaster could access it. It was the reason why one of the qualifications for becoming a Headmaster was to also be a
Forgemaster.

"Today's attempt on Lith's life it's undeniable proof that traitors are still operating within these walls." He said to Marchioness Distar.
Linjos was one of the few people aware of her real nature of mage and of her role as Lord Commander of the Queen's corps.

"Constable Ernas's investigation proves that the real target was Captain Yerna, but to assign Lith to a slaughterhouse, those nobles
needed help from inside the academy."

"Agreed." The Marchioness nodded. "Even sending Professors to do a clerk's job didn't help. Let's admit it, our opponent beat us at our
own game. Information keeps leaking and now you tell me materials have started to disappear?"

"Yes." Linjos sighed deeply. "Small quantities at a time, but what worries me the most is that they are all ingredients necessary for making
weapons. Milit

Lith stood up, eager to put his talent as Forgemaster to the test. The pattern of the spell was simple, but the execution was complex. It
allowed the mage to choose if to power up the runes one by one like Wanemyre just did, or to group them up as she suggested.

Making a single strand out of four runes meant a lesser strain on the mage during the first chant, since it required an average level of
multi casting, but it made things more complicated during the second spell.

It would generate a thread four times thicker and likely four times harder to control. The second spell was just a crutch for the mage's
willpower, making it easier to control the conjured energies.

After learning the spells, Lith went all out. His multi casting ability allowed him to control ten spells at once, one for each finger. He
created one thread out of two runes, twice the number Wanemyre required.

Lith could have conjured more, but it would have meant risking to fail. Since it wasn't a life or death situation, there was no need to bite
more than he was certain to be able to chew.

When Wanemyre performed the spell, the resulting energy strands were as thick as hairs and moved in unison, like they shared a hive
mind. Lith's performance turned out much different.

Each strand was as thick as a finger and moved like a snake slithering for its life while having a seizure.

'Damn! I thought that my experience with true magic would make things easier. It's the first time I meet such wild energies. Let's hope
the second spell helps.'

Lith started the next chant. He had a hard time just to prevent the blue threads from crashing against the walls of the classroom, marking
the failure of his attempt.

"This is a classic rookie mistake." Wanemyre explained to the rest of the students.

"Always remember to commence the second spell as soon as you finish the first, otherwise the Bonding spell goes rampant." Contrary to
the expectations of most, she didn't deduct any points from Lith.

The second chant was a revelation for him. He could feel small tendrils of pure mana emanating from his body. They latched themselves
on the wild energy threads, taming them like trained dogs on a leash.

'I never thought it was possible to use spirit magic to control remotely another spell!' Lith was overjoyed. 'I have to master this Leash spell
as soon as I can. It has countless applications!'

From that point onwards, the rest was easy. Lith successfully completed the Bonding spell, but the difference between his product and
Wanemyre's was like heaven and earth.

Lith's amulet had a much weaker magical aura, not even half as strong as the one the Professor made. The mana vessels he created were
fewer, smaller, and formed a less complex pattern compared to hers.

'Seems the results of the Bonding spell aren't linearly proportional to the number of threads generated, as much as exponentially.' He
thought.

"Outstanding job!" Wanemyre clapped her hands with a big smile on her face.

"Thirty points for handling so many threads at the first attempt, thirty for succeeding at the first try, and another forty for achieving all
the above despite my mistake."

"Your mistake?" Lith raised an eyebrow in confusion, while the rest of the class heard nothing after realizing the total sum was one
hundred points.

"Yes." She nodded.

"I forgot to point out the importance of the timing for a successful Bonding. Unlike everything you have attempted before, the two spells
are interlinked. My blunder affected negatively your odds of success. Hence the forty points.

"Now let's see how those that were so smug while you were about to fail perform. I expect great things from them." She threw a cold
look to a few students that went immediately pale.
Lith turned around to go back at his desk, when suddenly the hostility returned. The threat was as close as pressing, forcing him to
perform a quick 180° turn by pivoting on his front leg.

Wanemyre looked at his arms raised in a guard position with a puzzled look. The feeling of danger coming from behind had disappeared.

"Is it something wrong?" She tilted her head in confusion.

Lith shook briefly his head before returning to his station.

'Okay, something is f*cking wrong here. First the brats, now the Professor. Solus?'

'I was going to wait until the end of the lesson to tell you, but at this point we cannot take any more risks.' Lith could feel Solus using all
of her senses to keep the whole classroom under surveillance.

'Do you remember I told you there was something familiar? Well, I was right. When I went checking your colleagues, I noticed that at
least five of them wear trinkets bearing the same pseudo core of those we found in the boxes. I have no idea what they do, but this can't
be a coincidence.

'Until we figure it out, I want you to wear your paranoia cap and never take it off.'

Lith inwardly cursed. He hated being forced on the defense, but there was nothing he could do. Lith had no reason to report them, nor he
could explain in any way the significance of the trinkets they wore.

'Even worse, we recognize them only because we can see their pseudo cores. I have no plausible way to justify how I know that
completely different items all do the same thing. Do you think Wanemyre is involved in this too?'

'I can't be sure.' Solus replied. 'I didn't take a close look at that betrothal gift of hers back then, but I remember its vibe. It's definitely
possible.'

Those words were enough to make Lith shiver. It was only the second day he had returned at the academy, yet another storm was
already brewing at the horizon.

***

Meanwhile, in the Headmaster's office, Linjos was even more worried than Lith. Despite taking all the necessary precautions, he could
feel the control of the academy slipping through his fingers.

He had spent the winter break personally crafting the new Ballots, giving them to students and Professors alike to make it possible for
them to record any suspicious activity they may encounter, but to no avail.

An academy's power core was a priceless treasure for the Griffon Kingdom. To avoid enemies or spies from tampering it, in times of crisis
only the Headmaster could access it. It was the reason why one of the qualifications for becoming a Headmaster was to also be a
Forgemaster.

"Today's attempt on Lith's life it's undeniable proof that traitors are still operating within these walls." He said to Marchioness Distar.
Linjos was one of the few people aware of her real nature of mage and of her role as Lord Commander of the Queen's corps.

"Constable Ernas's investigation proves that the real target was Captain Yerna, but to assign Lith to a slaughterhouse, those nobles
needed help from inside the academy."

"Agreed." The Marchioness nodded. "Even sending Professors to do a clerk's job didn't help. Let's admit it, our opponent beat us at our
own game. Information keeps leaking and now you tell me materials have started to disappear?"

"Yes." Linjos sighed deeply. "Small quantities at a time, but what worries me the most is that they are all ingredients necessary for making
weapons. Milit

Lith stood up, eager to put his talent as Forgemaster to the test. The pattern of the spell was simple, but the execution was complex. It
allowed the mage to choose if to power up the runes one by one like Wanemyre just did, or to group them up as she suggested.

Making a single strand out of four runes meant a lesser strain on the mage during the first chant, since it required an average level of
multi casting, but it made things more complicated during the second spell.

It would generate a thread four times thicker and likely four times harder to control. The second spell was just a crutch for the mage's
willpower, making it easier to control the conjured energies.

After learning the spells, Lith went all out. His multi casting ability allowed him to control ten spells at once, one for each finger. He
created one thread out of two runes, twice the number Wanemyre required.

Lith could have conjured more, but it would have meant risking to fail. Since it wasn't a life or death situation, there was no need to bite
more than he was certain to be able to chew.

When Wanemyre performed the spell, the resulting energy strands were as thick as hairs and moved in unison, like they shared a hive
mind. Lith's performance turned out much different.

Each strand was as thick as a finger and moved like a snake slithering for its life while having a seizure.

'Damn! I thought that my experience with true magic would make things easier. It's the first time I meet such wild energies. Let's hope
the second spell helps.'
Lith started the next chant. He had a hard time just to prevent the blue threads from crashing against the walls of the classroom, marking
the failure of his attempt.

"This is a classic rookie mistake." Wanemyre explained to the rest of the students.

"Always remember to commence the second spell as soon as you finish the first, otherwise the Bonding spell goes rampant." Contrary to
the expectations of most, she didn't deduct any points from Lith.

The second chant was a revelation for him. He could feel small tendrils of pure mana emanating from his body. They latched themselves
on the wild energy threads, taming them like trained dogs on a leash.

'I never thought it was possible to use spirit magic to control remotely another spell!' Lith was overjoyed. 'I have to master this Leash spell
as soon as I can. It has countless applications!'

From that point onwards, the rest was easy. Lith successfully completed the Bonding spell, but the difference between his product and
Wanemyre's was like heaven and earth.

Lith's amulet had a much weaker magical aura, not even half as strong as the one the Professor made. The mana vessels he created were
fewer, smaller, and formed a less complex pattern compared to hers.

'Seems the results of the Bonding spell aren't linearly proportional to the number of threads generated, as much as exponentially.' He
thought.

"Outstanding job!" Wanemyre clapped her hands with a big smile on her face.

"Thirty points for handling so many threads at the first attempt, thirty for succeeding at the first try, and another forty for achieving all
the above despite my mistake."

"Your mistake?" Lith raised an eyebrow in confusion, while the rest of the class heard nothing after realizing the total sum was one
hundred points.

"Yes." She nodded.

"I forgot to point out the importance of the timing for a successful Bonding. Unlike everything you have attempted before, the two spells
are interlinked. My blunder affected negatively your odds of success. Hence the forty points.

"Now let's see how those that were so smug while you were about to fail perform. I expect great things from them." She threw a cold
look to a few students that went immediately pale.

Lith turned around to go back at his desk, when suddenly the hostility returned. The threat was as close as pressing, forcing him to
perform a quick 180° turn by pivoting on his front leg.

Wanemyre looked at his arms raised in a guard position with a puzzled look. The feeling of danger coming from behind had disappeared.

"Is it something wrong?" She tilted her head in confusion.

Lith shook briefly his head before returning to his station.

'Okay, something is f*cking wrong here. First the brats, now the Professor. Solus?'

'I was going to wait until the end of the lesson to tell you, but at this point we cannot take any more risks.' Lith could feel Solus using all
of her senses to keep the whole classroom under surveillance.

'Do you remember I told you there was something familiar? Well, I was right. When I went checking your colleagues, I noticed that at
least five of them wear trinkets bearing the same pseudo core of those we found in the boxes. I have no idea what they do, but this can't
be a coincidence.

'Until we figure it out, I want you to wear your paranoia cap and never take it off.'

Lith inwardly cursed. He hated being forced on the defense, but there was nothing he could do. Lith had no reason to report them, nor he
could explain in any way the significance of the trinkets they wore.

'Even worse, we recognize them only because we can see their pseudo cores. I have no plausible way to justify how I know that
completely different items all do the same thing. Do you think Wanemyre is involved in this too?'

'I can't be sure.' Solus replied. 'I didn't take a close look at that betrothal gift of hers back then, but I remember its vibe. It's definitely
possible.'

Those words were enough to make Lith shiver. It was only the second day he had returned at the academy, yet another storm was
already brewing at the horizon.

***

Meanwhile, in the Headmaster's office, Linjos was even more worried than Lith. Despite taking all the necessary precautions, he could
feel the control of the academy slipping through his fingers.

He had spent the winter break personally crafting the new Ballots, giving them to students and Professors alike to make it possible for
them to record any suspicious activity they may encounter, but to no avail.
An academy's power core was a priceless treasure for the Griffon Kingdom. To avoid enemies or spies from tampering it, in times of crisis
only the Headmaster could access it. It was the reason why one of the qualifications for becoming a Headmaster was to also be a
Forgemaster.

"Today's attempt on Lith's life it's undeniable proof that traitors are still operating within these walls." He said to Marchioness Distar.
Linjos was one of the few people aware of her real nature of mage and of her role as Lord Commander of the Queen's corps.

"Constable Ernas's investigation proves that the real target was Captain Yerna, but to assign Lith to a slaughterhouse, those nobles
needed help from inside the academy."

"Agreed." The Marchioness nodded. "Even sending Professors to do a clerk's job didn't help. Let's admit it, our opponent beat us at our
own game. Information keeps leaking and now you tell me materials have started to disappear?"

"Yes." Linjos sighed deeply. "Small quantities at a time, but what worries me the most is that they are all ingredients necessary for making
weapons. Milit

Lith stood up, eager to put his talent as Forgemaster to the test. The pattern of the spell was simple, but the execution was complex. It
allowed the mage to choose if to power up the runes one by one like Wanemyre just did, or to group them up as she suggested.

Making a single strand out of four runes meant a lesser strain on the mage during the first chant, since it required an average level of
multi casting, but it made things more complicated during the second spell.

It would generate a thread four times thicker and likely four times harder to control. The second spell was just a crutch for the mage's
willpower, making it easier to control the conjured energies.

After learning the spells, Lith went all out. His multi casting ability allowed him to control ten spells at once, one for each finger. He
created one thread out of two runes, twice the number Wanemyre required.

Lith could have conjured more, but it would have meant risking to fail. Since it wasn't a life or death situation, there was no need to bite
more than he was certain to be able to chew.

When Wanemyre performed the spell, the resulting energy strands were as thick as hairs and moved in unison, like they shared a hive
mind. Lith's performance turned out much different.

Each strand was as thick as a finger and moved like a snake slithering for its life while having a seizure.

'Damn! I thought that my experience with true magic would make things easier. It's the first time I meet such wild energies. Let's hope
the second spell helps.'

Lith started the next chant. He had a hard time just to prevent the blue threads from crashing against the walls of the classroom, marking
the failure of his attempt.

"This is a classic rookie mistake." Wanemyre explained to the rest of the students.

"Always remember to commence the second spell as soon as you finish the first, otherwise the Bonding spell goes rampant." Contrary to
the expectations of most, she didn't deduct any points from Lith.

The second chant was a revelation for him. He could feel small tendrils of pure mana emanating from his body. They latched themselves
on the wild energy threads, taming them like trained dogs on a leash.

'I never thought it was possible to use spirit magic to control remotely another spell!' Lith was overjoyed. 'I have to master this Leash spell
as soon as I can. It has countless applications!'

From that point onwards, the rest was easy. Lith successfully completed the Bonding spell, but the difference between his product and
Wanemyre's was like heaven and earth.

Lith's amulet had a much weaker magical aura, not even half as strong as the one the Professor made. The mana vessels he created were
fewer, smaller, and formed a less complex pattern compared to hers.

'Seems the results of the Bonding spell aren't linearly proportional to the number of threads generated, as much as exponentially.' He
thought.

"Outstanding job!" Wanemyre clapped her hands with a big smile on her face.

"Thirty points for handling so many threads at the first attempt, thirty for succeeding at the first try, and another forty for achieving all
the above despite my mistake."

"Your mistake?" Lith raised an eyebrow in confusion, while the rest of the class heard nothing after realizing the total sum was one
hundred points.

"Yes." She nodded.

"I forgot to point out the importance of the timing for a successful Bonding. Unlike everything you have attempted before, the two spells
are interlinked. My blunder affected negatively your odds of success. Hence the forty points.

"Now let's see how those that were so smug while you were about to fail perform. I expect great things from them." She threw a cold
look to a few students that went immediately pale.
Lith turned around to go back at his desk, when suddenly the hostility returned. The threat was as close as pressing, forcing him to
perform a quick 180° turn by pivoting on his front leg.

Wanemyre looked at his arms raised in a guard position with a puzzled look. The feeling of danger coming from behind had disappeared.

"Is it something wrong?" She tilted her head in confusion.

Lith shook briefly his head before returning to his station.

'Okay, something is f*cking wrong here. First the brats, now the Professor. Solus?'

'I was going to wait until the end of the lesson to tell you, but at this point we cannot take any more risks.' Lith could feel Solus using all
of her senses to keep the whole classroom under surveillance.

'Do you remember I told you there was something familiar? Well, I was right. When I went checking your colleagues, I noticed that at
least five of them wear trinkets bearing the same pseudo core of those we found in the boxes. I have no idea what they do, but this can't
be a coincidence.

'Until we figure it out, I want you to wear your paranoia cap and never take it off.'

Lith inwardly cursed. He hated being forced on the defense, but there was nothing he could do. Lith had no reason to report them, nor he
could explain in any way the significance of the trinkets they wore.

'Even worse, we recognize them only because we can see their pseudo cores. I have no plausible way to justify how I know that
completely different items all do the same thing. Do you think Wanemyre is involved in this too?'

'I can't be sure.' Solus replied. 'I didn't take a close look at that betrothal gift of hers back then, but I remember its vibe. It's definitely
possible.'

Those words were enough to make Lith shiver. It was only the second day he had returned at the academy, yet another storm was
already brewing at the horizon.

***

Meanwhile, in the Headmaster's office, Linjos was even more worried than Lith. Despite taking all the necessary precautions, he could
feel the control of the academy slipping through his fingers.

He had spent the winter break personally crafting the new Ballots, giving them to students and Professors alike to make it possible for
them to record any suspicious activity they may encounter, but to no avail.

An academy's power core was a priceless treasure for the Griffon Kingdom. To avoid enemies or spies from tampering it, in times of crisis
only the Headmaster could access it. It was the reason why one of the qualifications for becoming a Headmaster was to also be a
Forgemaster.

"Today's attempt on Lith's life it's undeniable proof that traitors are still operating within these walls." He said to Marchioness Distar.
Linjos was one of the few people aware of her real nature of mage and of her role as Lord Commander of the Queen's corps.

"Constable Ernas's investigation proves that the real target was Captain Yerna, but to assign Lith to a slaughterhouse, those nobles
needed help from inside the academy."

"Agreed." The Marchioness nodded. "Even sending Professors to do a clerk's job didn't help. Let's admit it, our opponent beat us at our
own game. Information keeps leaking and now you tell me materials have started to disappear?"

"Yes." Linjos sighed deeply. "Small quantities at a time, but what worries me the most is that they are all ingredients necessary for making
weapons. Milit

Lith stood up, eager to put his talent as Forgemaster to the test. The pattern of the spell was simple, but the execution was complex. It
allowed the mage to choose if to power up the runes one by one like Wanemyre just did, or to group them up as she suggested.

Making a single strand out of four runes meant a lesser strain on the mage during the first chant, since it required an average level of
multi casting, but it made things more complicated during the second spell.

It would generate a thread four times thicker and likely four times harder to control. The second spell was just a crutch for the mage's
willpower, making it easier to control the conjured energies.

After learning the spells, Lith went all out. His multi casting ability allowed him to control ten spells at once, one for each finger. He
created one thread out of two runes, twice the number Wanemyre required.

Lith could have conjured more, but it would have meant risking to fail. Since it wasn't a life or death situation, there was no need to bite
more than he was certain to be able to chew.

When Wanemyre performed the spell, the resulting energy strands were as thick as hairs and moved in unison, like they shared a hive
mind. Lith's performance turned out much different.

Each strand was as thick as a finger and moved like a snake slithering for its life while having a seizure.

'Damn! I thought that my experience with true magic would make things easier. It's the first time I meet such wild energies. Let's hope
the second spell helps.'
Lith started the next chant. He had a hard time just to prevent the blue threads from crashing against the walls of the classroom, marking
the failure of his attempt.

"This is a classic rookie mistake." Wanemyre explained to the rest of the students.

"Always remember to commence the second spell as soon as you finish the first, otherwise the Bonding spell goes rampant." Contrary to
the expectations of most, she didn't deduct any points from Lith.

The second chant was a revelation for him. He could feel small tendrils of pure mana emanating from his body. They latched themselves
on the wild energy threads, taming them like trained dogs on a leash.

'I never thought it was possible to use spirit magic to control remotely another spell!' Lith was overjoyed. 'I have to master this Leash spell
as soon as I can. It has countless applications!'

From that point onwards, the rest was easy. Lith successfully completed the Bonding spell, but the difference between his product and
Wanemyre's was like heaven and earth.

Lith's amulet had a much weaker magical aura, not even half as strong as the one the Professor made. The mana vessels he created were
fewer, smaller, and formed a less complex pattern compared to hers.

'Seems the results of the Bonding spell aren't linearly proportional to the number of threads generated, as much as exponentially.' He
thought.

"Outstanding job!" Wanemyre clapped her hands with a big smile on her face.

"Thirty points for handling so many threads at the first attempt, thirty for succeeding at the first try, and another forty for achieving all
the above despite my mistake."

"Your mistake?" Lith raised an eyebrow in confusion, while the rest of the class heard nothing after realizing the total sum was one
hundred points.

"Yes." She nodded.

"I forgot to point out the importance of the timing for a successful Bonding. Unlike everything you have attempted before, the two spells
are interlinked. My blunder affected negatively your odds of success. Hence the forty points.

"Now let's see how those that were so smug while you were about to fail perform. I expect great things from them." She threw a cold
look to a few students that went immediately pale.

Lith turned around to go back at his desk, when suddenly the hostility returned. The threat was as close as pressing, forcing him to
perform a quick 180° turn by pivoting on his front leg.

Wanemyre looked at his arms raised in a guard position with a puzzled look. The feeling of danger coming from behind had disappeared.

"Is it something wrong?" She tilted her head in confusion.

Lith shook briefly his head before returning to his station.

'Okay, something is f*cking wrong here. First the brats, now the Professor. Solus?'

'I was going to wait until the end of the lesson to tell you, but at this point we cannot take any more risks.' Lith could feel Solus using all
of her senses to keep the whole classroom under surveillance.

'Do you remember I told you there was something familiar? Well, I was right. When I went checking your colleagues, I noticed that at
least five of them wear trinkets bearing the same pseudo core of those we found in the boxes. I have no idea what they do, but this can't
be a coincidence.

'Until we figure it out, I want you to wear your paranoia cap and never take it off.'

Lith inwardly cursed. He hated being forced on the defense, but there was nothing he could do. Lith had no reason to report them, nor he
could explain in any way the significance of the trinkets they wore.

'Even worse, we recognize them only because we can see their pseudo cores. I have no plausible way to justify how I know that
completely different items all do the same thing. Do you think Wanemyre is involved in this too?'

'I can't be sure.' Solus replied. 'I didn't take a close look at that betrothal gift of hers back then, but I remember its vibe. It's definitely
possible.'

Those words were enough to make Lith shiver. It was only the second day he had returned at the academy, yet another storm was
already brewing at the horizon.

***

Meanwhile, in the Headmaster's office, Linjos was even more worried than Lith. Despite taking all the necessary precautions, he could
feel the control of the academy slipping through his fingers.

He had spent the winter break personally crafting the new Ballots, giving them to students and Professors alike to make it possible for
them to record any suspicious activity they may encounter, but to no avail.
An academy's power core was a priceless treasure for the Griffon Kingdom. To avoid enemies or spies from tampering it, in times of crisis
only the Headmaster could access it. It was the reason why one of the qualifications for becoming a Headmaster was to also be a
Forgemaster.

"Today's attempt on Lith's life it's undeniable proof that traitors are still operating within these walls." He said to Marchioness Distar.
Linjos was one of the few people aware of her real nature of mage and of her role as Lord Commander of the Queen's corps.

"Constable Ernas's investigation proves that the real target was Captain Yerna, but to assign Lith to a slaughterhouse, those nobles
needed help from inside the academy."

"Agreed." The Marchioness nodded. "Even sending Professors to do a clerk's job didn't help. Let's admit it, our opponent beat us at our
own game. Information keeps leaking and now you tell me materials have started to disappear?"

"Yes." Linjos sighed deeply. "Small quantities at a time, but what worries me the most is that they are all ingredients necessary for making
weapons. Milit

Lith stood up, eager to put his talent as Forgemaster to the test. The pattern of the spell was simple, but the execution was complex. It
allowed the mage to choose if to power up the runes one by one like Wanemyre just did, or to group them up as she suggested.

Making a single strand out of four runes meant a lesser strain on the mage during the first chant, since it required an average level of
multi casting, but it made things more complicated during the second spell.

It would generate a thread four times thicker and likely four times harder to control. The second spell was just a crutch for the mage's
willpower, making it easier to control the conjured energies.

After learning the spells, Lith went all out. His multi casting ability allowed him to control ten spells at once, one for each finger. He
created one thread out of two runes, twice the number Wanemyre required.

Lith could have conjured more, but it would have meant risking to fail. Since it wasn't a life or death situation, there was no need to bite
more than he was certain to be able to chew.

When Wanemyre performed the spell, the resulting energy strands were as thick as hairs and moved in unison, like they shared a hive
mind. Lith's performance turned out much different.

Each strand was as thick as a finger and moved like a snake slithering for its life while having a seizure.

'Damn! I thought that my experience with true magic would make things easier. It's the first time I meet such wild energies. Let's hope
the second spell helps.'

Lith started the next chant. He had a hard time just to prevent the blue threads from crashing against the walls of the classroom, marking
the failure of his attempt.

"This is a classic rookie mistake." Wanemyre explained to the rest of the students.

"Always remember to commence the second spell as soon as you finish the first, otherwise the Bonding spell goes rampant." Contrary to
the expectations of most, she didn't deduct any points from Lith.

The second chant was a revelation for him. He could feel small tendrils of pure mana emanating from his body. They latched themselves
on the wild energy threads, taming them like trained dogs on a leash.

'I never thought it was possible to use spirit magic to control remotely another spell!' Lith was overjoyed. 'I have to master this Leash spell
as soon as I can. It has countless applications!'

From that point onwards, the rest was easy. Lith successfully completed the Bonding spell, but the difference between his product and
Wanemyre's was like heaven and earth.

Lith's amulet had a much weaker magical aura, not even half as strong as the one the Professor made. The mana vessels he created were
fewer, smaller, and formed a less complex pattern compared to hers.

'Seems the results of the Bonding spell aren't linearly proportional to the number of threads generated, as much as exponentially.' He
thought.

"Outstanding job!" Wanemyre clapped her hands with a big smile on her face.

"Thirty points for handling so many threads at the first attempt, thirty for succeeding at the first try, and another forty for achieving all
the above despite my mistake."

"Your mistake?" Lith raised an eyebrow in confusion, while the rest of the class heard nothing after realizing the total sum was one
hundred points.

"Yes." She nodded.

"I forgot to point out the importance of the timing for a successful Bonding. Unlike everything you have attempted before, the two spells
are interlinked. My blunder affected negatively your odds of success. Hence the forty points.

"Now let's see how those that were so smug while you were about to fail perform. I expect great things from them." She threw a cold
look to a few students that went immediately pale.
Lith turned around to go back at his desk, when suddenly the hostility returned. The threat was as close as pressing, forcing him to
perform a quick 180° turn by pivoting on his front leg.

Wanemyre looked at his arms raised in a guard position with a puzzled look. The feeling of danger coming from behind had disappeared.

"Is it something wrong?" She tilted her head in confusion.

Lith shook briefly his head before returning to his station.

'Okay, something is f*cking wrong here. First the brats, now the Professor. Solus?'

'I was going to wait until the end of the lesson to tell you, but at this point we cannot take any more risks.' Lith could feel Solus using all
of her senses to keep the whole classroom under surveillance.

'Do you remember I told you there was something familiar? Well, I was right. When I went checking your colleagues, I noticed that at
least five of them wear trinkets bearing the same pseudo core of those we found in the boxes. I have no idea what they do, but this can't
be a coincidence.

'Until we figure it out, I want you to wear your paranoia cap and never take it off.'

Lith inwardly cursed. He hated being forced on the defense, but there was nothing he could do. Lith had no reason to report them, nor he
could explain in any way the significance of the trinkets they wore.

'Even worse, we recognize them only because we can see their pseudo cores. I have no plausible way to justify how I know that
completely different items all do the same thing. Do you think Wanemyre is involved in this too?'

'I can't be sure.' Solus replied. 'I didn't take a close look at that betrothal gift of hers back then, but I remember its vibe. It's definitely
possible.'

Those words were enough to make Lith shiver. It was only the second day he had returned at the academy, yet another storm was
already brewing at the horizon.

***

Meanwhile, in the Headmaster's office, Linjos was even more worried than Lith. Despite taking all the necessary precautions, he could
feel the control of the academy slipping through his fingers.

He had spent the winter break personally crafting the new Ballots, giving them to students and Professors alike to make it possible for
them to record any suspicious activity they may encounter, but to no avail.

An academy's power core was a priceless treasure for the Griffon Kingdom. To avoid enemies or spies from tampering it, in times of crisis
only the Headmaster could access it. It was the reason why one of the qualifications for becoming a Headmaster was to also be a
Forgemaster.

"Today's attempt on Lith's life it's undeniable proof that traitors are still operating within these walls." He said to Marchioness Distar.
Linjos was one of the few people aware of her real nature of mage and of her role as Lord Commander of the Queen's corps.

"Constable Ernas's investigation proves that the real target was Captain Yerna, but to assign Lith to a slaughterhouse, those nobles
needed help from inside the academy."

"Agreed." The Marchioness nodded. "Even sending Professors to do a clerk's job didn't help. Let's admit it, our opponent beat us at our
own game. Information keeps leaking and now you tell me materials have started to disappear?"

"Yes." Linjos sighed deeply. "Small quantities at a time, but what worries me the most is that they are all ingredients necessary for making
weapons. Milit

Lith stood up, eager to put his talent as Forgemaster to the test. The pattern of the spell was simple, but the execution was complex. It
allowed the mage to choose if to power up the runes one by one like Wanemyre just did, or to group them up as she suggested.

Making a single strand out of four runes meant a lesser strain on the mage during the first chant, since it required an average level of
multi casting, but it made things more complicated during the second spell.

It would generate a thread four times thicker and likely four times harder to control. The second spell was just a crutch for the mage's
willpower, making it easier to control the conjured energies.

After learning the spells, Lith went all out. His multi casting ability allowed him to control ten spells at once, one for each finger. He
created one thread out of two runes, twice the number Wanemyre required.

Lith could have conjured more, but it would have meant risking to fail. Since it wasn't a life or death situation, there was no need to bite
more than he was certain to be able to chew.

When Wanemyre performed the spell, the resulting energy strands were as thick as hairs and moved in unison, like they shared a hive
mind. Lith's performance turned out much different.

Each strand was as thick as a finger and moved like a snake slithering for its life while having a seizure.

'Damn! I thought that my experience with true magic would make things easier. It's the first time I meet such wild energies. Let's hope
the second spell helps.'
Lith started the next chant. He had a hard time just to prevent the blue threads from crashing against the walls of the classroom, marking
the failure of his attempt.

"This is a classic rookie mistake." Wanemyre explained to the rest of the students.

"Always remember to commence the second spell as soon as you finish the first, otherwise the Bonding spell goes rampant." Contrary to
the expectations of most, she didn't deduct any points from Lith.

The second chant was a revelation for him. He could feel small tendrils of pure mana emanating from his body. They latched themselves
on the wild energy threads, taming them like trained dogs on a leash.

'I never thought it was possible to use spirit magic to control remotely another spell!' Lith was overjoyed. 'I have to master this Leash spell
as soon as I can. It has countless applications!'

From that point onwards, the rest was easy. Lith successfully completed the Bonding spell, but the difference between his product and
Wanemyre's was like heaven and earth.

Lith's amulet had a much weaker magical aura, not even half as strong as the one the Professor made. The mana vessels he created were
fewer, smaller, and formed a less complex pattern compared to hers.

'Seems the results of the Bonding spell aren't linearly proportional to the number of threads generated, as much as exponentially.' He
thought.

"Outstanding job!" Wanemyre clapped her hands with a big smile on her face.

"Thirty points for handling so many threads at the first attempt, thirty for succeeding at the first try, and another forty for achieving all
the above despite my mistake."

"Your mistake?" Lith raised an eyebrow in confusion, while the rest of the class heard nothing after realizing the total sum was one
hundred points.

"Yes." She nodded.

"I forgot to point out the importance of the timing for a successful Bonding. Unlike everything you have attempted before, the two spells
are interlinked. My blunder affected negatively your odds of success. Hence the forty points.

"Now let's see how those that were so smug while you were about to fail perform. I expect great things from them." She threw a cold
look to a few students that went immediately pale.

Lith turned around to go back at his desk, when suddenly the hostility returned. The threat was as close as pressing, forcing him to
perform a quick 180° turn by pivoting on his front leg.

Wanemyre looked at his arms raised in a guard position with a puzzled look. The feeling of danger coming from behind had disappeared.

"Is it something wrong?" She tilted her head in confusion.

Lith shook briefly his head before returning to his station.

'Okay, something is f*cking wrong here. First the brats, now the Professor. Solus?'

'I was going to wait until the end of the lesson to tell you, but at this point we cannot take any more risks.' Lith could feel Solus using all
of her senses to keep the whole classroom under surveillance.

'Do you remember I told you there was something familiar? Well, I was right. When I went checking your colleagues, I noticed that at
least five of them wear trinkets bearing the same pseudo core of those we found in the boxes. I have no idea what they do, but this can't
be a coincidence.

'Until we figure it out, I want you to wear your paranoia cap and never take it off.'

Lith inwardly cursed. He hated being forced on the defense, but there was nothing he could do. Lith had no reason to report them, nor he
could explain in any way the significance of the trinkets they wore.

'Even worse, we recognize them only because we can see their pseudo cores. I have no plausible way to justify how I know that
completely different items all do the same thing. Do you think Wanemyre is involved in this too?'

'I can't be sure.' Solus replied. 'I didn't take a close look at that betrothal gift of hers back then, but I remember its vibe. It's definitely
possible.'

Those words were enough to make Lith shiver. It was only the second day he had returned at the academy, yet another storm was
already brewing at the horizon.

***

Meanwhile, in the Headmaster's office, Linjos was even more worried than Lith. Despite taking all the necessary precautions, he could
feel the control of the academy slipping through his fingers.

He had spent the winter break personally crafting the new Ballots, giving them to students and Professors alike to make it possible for
them to record any suspicious activity they may encounter, but to no avail.
An academy's power core was a priceless treasure for the Griffon Kingdom. To avoid enemies or spies from tampering it, in times of crisis
only the Headmaster could access it. It was the reason why one of the qualifications for becoming a Headmaster was to also be a
Forgemaster.

"Today's attempt on Lith's life it's undeniable proof that traitors are still operating within these walls." He said to Marchioness Distar.
Linjos was one of the few people aware of her real nature of mage and of her role as Lord Commander of the Queen's corps.

"Constable Ernas's investigation proves that the real target was Captain Yerna, but to assign Lith to a slaughterhouse, those nobles
needed help from inside the academy."

"Agreed." The Marchioness nodded. "Even sending Professors to do a clerk's job didn't help. Let's admit it, our opponent beat us at our
own game. Information keeps leaking and now you tell me materials have started to disappear?"

"Yes." Linjos sighed deeply. "Small quantities at a time, but what worries me the most is that they are all ingredients necessary for making
weapons. Milit

Lith stood up, eager to put his talent as Forgemaster to the test. The pattern of the spell was simple, but the execution was complex. It
allowed the mage to choose if to power up the runes one by one like Wanemyre just did, or to group them up as she suggested.

Making a single strand out of four runes meant a lesser strain on the mage during the first chant, since it required an average level of
multi casting, but it made things more complicated during the second spell.

It would generate a thread four times thicker and likely four times harder to control. The second spell was just a crutch for the mage's
willpower, making it easier to control the conjured energies.

After learning the spells, Lith went all out. His multi casting ability allowed him to control ten spells at once, one for each finger. He
created one thread out of two runes, twice the number Wanemyre required.

Lith could have conjured more, but it would have meant risking to fail. Since it wasn't a life or death situation, there was no need to bite
more than he was certain to be able to chew.

When Wanemyre performed the spell, the resulting energy strands were as thick as hairs and moved in unison, like they shared a hive
mind. Lith's performance turned out much different.

Each strand was as thick as a finger and moved like a snake slithering for its life while having a seizure.

'Damn! I thought that my experience with true magic would make things easier. It's the first time I meet such wild energies. Let's hope
the second spell helps.'

Lith started the next chant. He had a hard time just to prevent the blue threads from crashing against the walls of the classroom, marking
the failure of his attempt.

"This is a classic rookie mistake." Wanemyre explained to the rest of the students.

"Always remember to commence the second spell as soon as you finish the first, otherwise the Bonding spell goes rampant." Contrary to
the expectations of most, she didn't deduct any points from Lith.

The second chant was a revelation for him. He could feel small tendrils of pure mana emanating from his body. They latched themselves
on the wild energy threads, taming them like trained dogs on a leash.

'I never thought it was possible to use spirit magic to control remotely another spell!' Lith was overjoyed. 'I have to master this Leash spell
as soon as I can. It has countless applications!'

From that point onwards, the rest was easy. Lith successfully completed the Bonding spell, but the difference between his product and
Wanemyre's was like heaven and earth.

Lith's amulet had a much weaker magical aura, not even half as strong as the one the Professor made. The mana vessels he created were
fewer, smaller, and formed a less complex pattern compared to hers.

'Seems the results of the Bonding spell aren't linearly proportional to the number of threads generated, as much as exponentially.' He
thought.

"Outstanding job!" Wanemyre clapped her hands with a big smile on her face.

"Thirty points for handling so many threads at the first attempt, thirty for succeeding at the first try, and another forty for achieving all
the above despite my mistake."

"Your mistake?" Lith raised an eyebrow in confusion, while the rest of the class heard nothing after realizing the total sum was one
hundred points.

"Yes." She nodded.

"I forgot to point out the importance of the timing for a successful Bonding. Unlike everything you have attempted before, the two spells
are interlinked. My blunder affected negatively your odds of success. Hence the forty points.

"Now let's see how those that were so smug while you were about to fail perform. I expect great things from them." She threw a cold
look to a few students that went immediately pale.
Lith turned around to go back at his desk, when suddenly the hostility returned. The threat was as close as pressing, forcing him to
perform a quick 180° turn by pivoting on his front leg.

Wanemyre looked at his arms raised in a guard position with a puzzled look. The feeling of danger coming from behind had disappeared.

"Is it something wrong?" She tilted her head in confusion.

Lith shook briefly his head before returning to his station.

'Okay, something is f*cking wrong here. First the brats, now the Professor. Solus?'

'I was going to wait until the end of the lesson to tell you, but at this point we cannot take any more risks.' Lith could feel Solus using all
of her senses to keep the whole classroom under surveillance.

'Do you remember I told you there was something familiar? Well, I was right. When I went checking your colleagues, I noticed that at
least five of them wear trinkets bearing the same pseudo core of those we found in the boxes. I have no idea what they do, but this can't
be a coincidence.

'Until we figure it out, I want you to wear your paranoia cap and never take it off.'

Lith inwardly cursed. He hated being forced on the defense, but there was nothing he could do. Lith had no reason to report them, nor he
could explain in any way the significance of the trinkets they wore.

'Even worse, we recognize them only because we can see their pseudo cores. I have no plausible way to justify how I know that
completely different items all do the same thing. Do you think Wanemyre is involved in this too?'

'I can't be sure.' Solus replied. 'I didn't take a close look at that betrothal gift of hers back then, but I remember its vibe. It's definitely
possible.'

Those words were enough to make Lith shiver. It was only the second day he had returned at the academy, yet another storm was
already brewing at the horizon.

***

Meanwhile, in the Headmaster's office, Linjos was even more worried than Lith. Despite taking all the necessary precautions, he could
feel the control of the academy slipping through his fingers.

He had spent the winter break personally crafting the new Ballots, giving them to students and Professors alike to make it possible for
them to record any suspicious activity they may encounter, but to no avail.

An academy's power core was a priceless treasure for the Griffon Kingdom. To avoid enemies or spies from tampering it, in times of crisis
only the Headmaster could access it. It was the reason why one of the qualifications for becoming a Headmaster was to also be a
Forgemaster.

"Today's attempt on Lith's life it's undeniable proof that traitors are still operating within these walls." He said to Marchioness Distar.
Linjos was one of the few people aware of her real nature of mage and of her role as Lord Commander of the Queen's corps.

"Constable Ernas's investigation proves that the real target was Captain Yerna, but to assign Lith to a slaughterhouse, those nobles
needed help from inside the academy."

"Agreed." The Marchioness nodded. "Even sending Professors to do a clerk's job didn't help. Let's admit it, our opponent beat us at our
own game. Information keeps leaking and now you tell me materials have started to disappear?"

"Yes." Linjos sighed deeply. "Small quantities at a time, but what worries me the most is that they are all ingredients necessary for making
weapons. Milit

Lith stood up, eager to put his talent as Forgemaster to the test. The pattern of the spell was simple, but the execution was complex. It
allowed the mage to choose if to power up the runes one by one like Wanemyre just did, or to group them up as she suggested.

Making a single strand out of four runes meant a lesser strain on the mage during the first chant, since it required an average level of
multi casting, but it made things more complicated during the second spell.

It would generate a thread four times thicker and likely four times harder to control. The second spell was just a crutch for the mage's
willpower, making it easier to control the conjured energies.

After learning the spells, Lith went all out. His multi casting ability allowed him to control ten spells at once, one for each finger. He
created one thread out of two runes, twice the number Wanemyre required.

Lith could have conjured more, but it would have meant risking to fail. Since it wasn't a life or death situation, there was no need to bite
more than he was certain to be able to chew.

When Wanemyre performed the spell, the resulting energy strands were as thick as hairs and moved in unison, like they shared a hive
mind. Lith's performance turned out much different.

Each strand was as thick as a finger and moved like a snake slithering for its life while having a seizure.

'Damn! I thought that my experience with true magic would make things easier. It's the first time I meet such wild energies. Let's hope
the second spell helps.'
Lith started the next chant. He had a hard time just to prevent the blue threads from crashing against the walls of the classroom, marking
the failure of his attempt.

"This is a classic rookie mistake." Wanemyre explained to the rest of the students.

"Always remember to commence the second spell as soon as you finish the first, otherwise the Bonding spell goes rampant." Contrary to
the expectations of most, she didn't deduct any points from Lith.

The second chant was a revelation for him. He could feel small tendrils of pure mana emanating from his body. They latched themselves
on the wild energy threads, taming them like trained dogs on a leash.

'I never thought it was possible to use spirit magic to control remotely another spell!' Lith was overjoyed. 'I have to master this Leash spell
as soon as I can. It has countless applications!'

From that point onwards, the rest was easy. Lith successfully completed the Bonding spell, but the difference between his product and
Wanemyre's was like heaven and earth.

Lith's amulet had a much weaker magical aura, not even half as strong as the one the Professor made. The mana vessels he created were
fewer, smaller, and formed a less complex pattern compared to hers.

'Seems the results of the Bonding spell aren't linearly proportional to the number of threads generated, as much as exponentially.' He
thought.

"Outstanding job!" Wanemyre clapped her hands with a big smile on her face.

"Thirty points for handling so many threads at the first attempt, thirty for succeeding at the first try, and another forty for achieving all
the above despite my mistake."

"Your mistake?" Lith raised an eyebrow in confusion, while the rest of the class heard nothing after realizing the total sum was one
hundred points.

"Yes." She nodded.

"I forgot to point out the importance of the timing for a successful Bonding. Unlike everything you have attempted before, the two spells
are interlinked. My blunder affected negatively your odds of success. Hence the forty points.

"Now let's see how those that were so smug while you were about to fail perform. I expect great things from them." She threw a cold
look to a few students that went immediately pale.

Lith turned around to go back at his desk, when suddenly the hostility returned. The threat was as close as pressing, forcing him to
perform a quick 180° turn by pivoting on his front leg.

Wanemyre looked at his arms raised in a guard position with a puzzled look. The feeling of danger coming from behind had disappeared.

"Is it something wrong?" She tilted her head in confusion.

Lith shook briefly his head before returning to his station.

'Okay, something is f*cking wrong here. First the brats, now the Professor. Solus?'

'I was going to wait until the end of the lesson to tell you, but at this point we cannot take any more risks.' Lith could feel Solus using all
of her senses to keep the whole classroom under surveillance.

'Do you remember I told you there was something familiar? Well, I was right. When I went checking your colleagues, I noticed that at
least five of them wear trinkets bearing the same pseudo core of those we found in the boxes. I have no idea what they do, but this can't
be a coincidence.

'Until we figure it out, I want you to wear your paranoia cap and never take it off.'

Lith inwardly cursed. He hated being forced on the defense, but there was nothing he could do. Lith had no reason to report them, nor he
could explain in any way the significance of the trinkets they wore.

'Even worse, we recognize them only because we can see their pseudo cores. I have no plausible way to justify how I know that
completely different items all do the same thing. Do you think Wanemyre is involved in this too?'

'I can't be sure.' Solus replied. 'I didn't take a close look at that betrothal gift of hers back then, but I remember its vibe. It's definitely
possible.'

Those words were enough to make Lith shiver. It was only the second day he had returned at the academy, yet another storm was
already brewing at the horizon.

***

Meanwhile, in the Headmaster's office, Linjos was even more worried than Lith. Despite taking all the necessary precautions, he could
feel the control of the academy slipping through his fingers.

He had spent the winter break personally crafting the new Ballots, giving them to students and Professors alike to make it possible for
them to record any suspicious activity they may encounter, but to no avail.

An academy's power core was a priceless treasure for the Griffon Kingdom. To avoid enemies or spies from tampering it, in times of crisis
only the Headmaster could access it. It was the reason why one of the qualifications for becoming a Headmaster was to also be a
Forgemaster.

"Today's attempt on Lith's life it's undeniable proof that traitors are still operating within these walls." He said to Marchioness Distar.
Linjos was one of the few people aware of her real nature of mage and of her role as Lord Commander of the Queen's corps.

"Constable Ernas's investigation proves that the real target was Captain Yerna, but to assign Lith to a slaughterhouse, those nobles
needed help from inside the academy."

"Agreed." The Marchioness nodded. "Even sending Professors to do a clerk's job didn't help. Let's admit it, our opponent beat us at our
own game. Information keeps leaking and now you tell me materials have started to disappear?"

"Yes." Linjos sighed deeply. "Small quantities at a time, but what worries me the most is that they are all ingredients necessary for making
weapons. Milit

ring to the interior sense.

For who does not know that the celestial being is untouched by very
many of the parts and motions of nature which are naturally innate
in the human being? And of those things which are not innate in it
either as substance or happen to it as accident, it is not reasonable to
hold that the celestial substance possesses the knowledge. For
although the Angels are held to administer this world and every 773B
corporeal creature, yet we must by no means suppose they do so
through the instrument of the corporeal senses or by movements
through space or time or by visible manifestations. Nor would it be
right to say that it was through some defect in their power that theyand rational creatures. And if
there is this should wait a few more years before starting the invasion."
"I agree," God's Left Hand continued. "This can be a trap. I wouldn't believe King Elbas so easily."
Noah glanced at the two Matriarchs and scoffed. Emotions surged inside his mind now that he knew
that his cultivation journey wasn't over, and a loud laugh came out of his mouth.
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confused expression since they couldn't understand how he could be so relaxed in that situation.
Noah continued to laugh as the memories of his life resurfaced in his vision. He had been ready to
throw them away just a few minutes ago, but he didn't need to give up on his individuality anymore.
King Elbas had said that Noah could attack the world without worrying about him, and Noah
believed him. The Royal had never relied on lame tactics when he was a heroic cultivator, so he had
no reason to do that now that he was a god.
"I thought you knew how a god's mind worked," Noah said once he managed to suppress his laugh.
"King Elbas' eyes can't see the lower plane anymore. They are stuck on the Immortal Lands. He
won't act even if we destroyed his entire organization right in front of him."
"There's nothing wrong with being careful," Great Elder Diana said.
She agreed with Noah, but the organizations had already waited for five centuries. A few more years
wouldn't make any difference in their situation.
However, Noah w