Lucan leaned casually against it, idly tossing a small pebble in his palm, while Edgar stood nearby, calmly conversing with him.
Seeing Orion approach, Lucan straightened up and waved cheerfully. "Yo, Young Master! Done for today?"
Orion smiled back warmly, his footsteps quickening slightly. "Yeah. Let's head back ho."
Edgar turned around, offering a respectful nod and gentle smile. "Good to see you, Young Master. Was your day fruitful?"
"Quite," Orion replied, climbing into the carriage with ease. "I've managed to recruit two new mbers into the club—Elias and Nyss Blackwell."
Lucan's eyes widened in astonishnt as he jumped up onto the driver's seat. "Wait, you actually got Nyss to join your club? Isn't she… uh, how do I put this… cursed?"
Edgar calmly climbed into the carriage beside Orion, shaking his head at Lucan's exaggerated fear. "Don't believe every rumor you hear, Lucan. Besides, the Young Master is quite capable of judging character."
"Exactly," Orion agreed softly as the carriage smoothly began its journey back towards the Helstorm estate. "Rumors are often misleading. Nyss is perfectly fine—just quiet and reserved… I think."
Lucan's playful voice drifted down, teasingly skeptical. "Well, if you start having bad luck, Young Master, don't say I didn't warn you!"
Orion chuckled lightly, leaning back comfortably against the plush velvet seat as the carriage rattled gently along the stone-paved streets.
The soft clopping of horseshoes echoed rhythmically, blending harmoniously with the distant sounds of the bustling city outside.
[Maybe Lucan is scared Nyss will steal your attention away from him~! (^人^)]
Orion nearly laughed out loud at Lumi's playful jab. 'Well, he is quite the character, but I don't think he'll need to worry about that.'
They continued their quiet banter until the carriage finally rolled to a halt in front of the Helstorm family mansion, its imposing pathway illuminated warmly by lanterns lining the driveway.
Edgar stepped out first, holding the carriage door open politely. "Young Master, would you like to continue your sword practice today?"
"Yes, absolutely," Orion replied enthusiastically, stepping out of the carriage. The familiar sight of his ho filled him with gentle relief. "Let's head to the training room."
Edgar nodded approvingly, quietly pleased by Orion's consistent dedication. Together, they walked briskly through the familiar halls of the mansion, heading straight toward the spacious training hall nestled deep within the estate.
Upon entering, Orion imdiately drew Realm Guardian, the obsidian blade gleaming darkly under the mana-infused lanterns. Edgar calmly took a practice sword from the nearby rack, and without unnecessary words, they began their spar.
The room echoed with rhythmic clashes of steel, punctuated by Edgar's calm instructions. Orion's movents were fluid, gradually more precise and confident with each strike and parry.
Hours passed seamlessly in intense, focused training until finally Edgar raised his hand, signaling the end of their session.
"Impressive progress, Young Master," Edgar praised, breathing calmly. "You're improving with Realm Guardian quicker than expected."
"Thanks, Uncle Edgar," Orion said gratefully, wiping sweat from his brow. "Realm Guardian just fits perfectly, maybe that's the reason. And even more so your guidance—without it, I would still be stuck at the basics."
Edgar humbly shook his head, gently smiling. "Talent can only bloom when nurtured. Rest well now, Young Master."
Orion nodded, sheathing Realm Guardian carefully before leaving the hall, muscles pleasantly tired yet invigorated from the intense workout.
***
As soon as Orion stepped into his room, Rina and Fiora quickly appeared, smiling warmly.
"Master, let's get you cleaned up," Rina said cheerfully, already preparing the bath.
Fiora quietly nodded, a gentle blush painting her cheeks as she followed along, carefully assisting Orion.
The soothing warmth of the bath lted away any lingering fatigue from his training, leaving him thoroughly relaxed and refreshed.
Afterward, Orion changed into fresh clothes and headed to the dining hall for dinner, where Eldric and Selene already awaited him.
"Evening, Grandpa, Grandma," Orion greeted warmly, taking his usual seat.
Eldric chuckled, eyes twinkling playfully. "Had a good training session, lad? Your aura seems stronger already."
Orion chuckled lightly, nodding. "Yes, Uncle Edgar's guidance is really sothing. Also, I successfully recruited Elias and Nyss into my club today."
Selene's eyes brightened proudly. "Wonderful news. Gathering such talent so quickly—impressive as always. But be careful with Nyss, I heard so unfavorable rumors about her."
Orion's lips twitched, "Even you, Grandma? Everyone has been telling this, yet no one told exactly what's going on."
She giggled and shook her head, "I'm not too sure as well, dear. I've only heard that everyone who cos in contact with her gets unlucky. But seeing that you are fine, it seems like it was just a rumor."
Orion exhaled a breath and nodded as they continued to chat. The dinner passed with warm, cheerful conversation.
Eventually, Orion excused himself, returning quietly to his room as night shadows crept slowly across the estate.
Settling comfortably at his desk, Orion softly exhaled, mind calm and focused. "Finally I'm free."
[Yay! Master is finally back in his room.]
Orion chuckled at her words. 'What should I do now? Hmm, I'm thinking of practicing spells.'
[That's a good idea, Master. You already have so spellbooks.]
He nodded his head and gently retrieved the Fire Apprentice Spellbook from his inventory. His fingers gently traced the ornate cover of the Fire Apprentice Spellbook, appreciating the detailed golden runes shimring faintly beneath his touch.
He took a deep breath, savoring the quiet serenity that enveloped his room, the silence occasionally punctuated by the gentle rustling of leaves outside the window as he carefully opened the book.
The mont he flipped the cover, Orion was greeted by elegant, flowing script and ticulous illustrations. The ink, infused with subtle traces of fire mana, softly shimred beneath the gentle illumination of the room's mana-lanterns, creating a vivid interplay of red and gold. Orion leaned closer, eyes carefully scanning the introductory section:
[Wow~ The book looks really fancy, Master! I bet even the pages are enchanted! (≧▽≦)]
'You're probably right,' Orion agreed thoughtfully, a faint smile curling his lips. 'Even if my luck is not always the best, gacha always gives the best stuff. I'm lucky to have such reliable resources.'
He flipped through the pages slowly, carefully absorbing the rich details outlined neatly in columns and accompanied by intricate diagrams. After a brief glance, he noticed how systematically the spells were organized:
Tier 1 Fire Spells
-Fireball – A condensed orb of fire hurled toward a target. Standard elental attack.
-Emberguard – A faint shield of drifting embers that lightly scorches attackers.
-Fla Dart – A swift, arrow-like fla shot with speed and precision.
-Spark Spray – Emits a short-range burst of crackling sparks in a cone.
-Searing Touch – Coats the hand in intense heat, burning on contact.
-Heat Bloom – Releases a soft wave of warmth that drains enemy stamina nearby.
-Kindle Stream – A thin, continuous stream of fla useful for sustained pressure.
-Whisperfla – A near-silent trailing fla used for subtle attacks or signals.
-Cinder Trail – Leaves burning embers behind each step, damaging pursuers.
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