The mont Linda left to call Muna, I seized the opportunity to have a warm bath... cold bath to be precise.
But, since I already gained a temperature-manipulating power, I would like to try it out.
...
The door pushed open, revealing the soft rays of morning light that filtered through silken drapes embroidered with sea-blue threads, casting gentle patterns across the polished floor.
Across the room, in front of the window, Muna bathed in the rays as she turned in elegance and innocence.
For a mont, a brief silence fell upon the two figures in the room.
A canopy bed stood at its center.
A vanity table with an ornate mirror glead near the window, carrying the various costics of a lady.
Overall, it was a delicate apartnt, just suitable to fit in a noble household, even though it still bore the charm of a teenager.
"Little Lord Muna," Linda prostrated forward, bowing with one knee and her head. "Young Master asked to join you in training."
A smile escaped Muna’s face, and imdiately, she headed to the door and paused.
"After you," gestures Muna.
"Prepared already?"
"What do you think? I knew my brother had always dread of becoming powerful, which led him to sacrifice his life to get what he had long wanted."
"Not only that, he is reasonable to know that the Leader must be plotting to withdraw his inheritance if he remained weak," Muna said, staring at no one in particular but the ceiling above.
"He lost his mories, have you forgotten?" Linda claid. "Young Master is only acting on surface information without solid knowledge."
Muna shot Linda a sharp, cold, piercing glance and stepped out of her room afterwards. Willing the door to close behind her with a sideways wave of her left hand, she muttered.
"... unless he is not Mobix Seafrost."
And the statent echoed several tis in Linda’s ear.
So, she decided to conceal Mobix’s awakening and let her figure it out herself.
...
"Who did think you had prepared to train without the required equipnt?" I said carelessly as Muna accompanied Linda into my room, empty-handed.
"Linda, I should have a Sword, go and get it for ."
But Linda didn’t move. She only shook her head.
Huh, there’s no sword? Then how am I ant to train?
Thanks to the stats I shared with my shadow, although the warm bath Linda had prepared for earlier had beco cold, I was still able to have a refreshing bath.
Everything I did was intended for trial, but it had worked.
Since the water turned cold, I needed it to be warm at least. So, I guess that if I could release so Mana into the water, it could agitate water molecules to increase their vibration.
And that way, it can manifest as steam and create warmth.
It was overwhelming.
That mont when I concentrated on the Mana in my core to be channeled outward, its fine threads seeping into the water.
"I can do magic now. I should try new things soon."
"Mobix?!"
My sister woke from my sea of rembrance.
"Why are you smiling?" she asked.
"Nothing. Only imagining the cost of being a Water Mancer," was the reply I gave to Muna’s question. "Are we really not going to train with a sword?"
Muna ignored my last question, shot a knowing look at Linda, and ventured closer to .
"You have properly awakened? Good to know," Muna said with doubt in her tone. Anyway, she was quite observant. "What power?"
"Temperature Manipulation."
"Hmm. So we now have a Lv. II Temperature Manipulator."
"How do you know my level?" I caught her on the shoulder as she turned to the door to prevent my question from ending unanswered.
But she threw my right hand off her shoulder and walked to the door.
"Big brother, let’s go."
Linda hovered quickly towards and dissolved into my shadow.
Following behind Muna, I continued to wonder what the training arena would look like..
And, when I finally asked my shadow to get a glimpse of what it looked like, her response caused to pause.
"This is not the route to the training arena."
The words echoed consistently in my consciousness until Muna turned to et my static posture.
...
Not long after Muna told where we were heading and assured us we would still train, we arrived at the place in front of the building.
It possessed an absolute quiet dignity, its pale stone walls polished smooth and crowded with a modest do.
The polished oak doors had the carvings of doves and lilies. The building stood tall and very long, with the protruding pillar providing a passageway within.
Muna moved first, venturing towards one of the doors, filling the small hall with the golden glow of the sun that seed to chase away sorrow.
After being reluctant enough, I found my legs and joined her inside the hall, willing the door to close behind .
The silence inside was soft rather than heavy, broken only by the flutter of candles. At the far end, a carved marble altar was wreathed in white flowers.
We were in a cetery.
And if I’m not mistaken, we have co to visit my late mother.
It was already an hour after we entered this hall, and we had paid our very respects to my late mother.
Initially, I thought Muna was going to remind that it was Mom’s death day, and I was surprised Linda didn’t tell anything about it.
But she carefully shifted the altar that carried my Late mother’s portrait.
Yeah, my Late mother was indeed very beautiful; she couldn’t betray Muna’s facial appearance.
That aside, the altar was not fixed. Interesting.
Soon enough, a platform began to rise from the very spot my mom’s altar had been.
On this platform, a glowing material was shrouded in fog, making it unclear.
I waited.
Not until the platform halted with a thud, the fog clearing just enough to put the material on its carriage into view.
It was a sword.
Glowing with a soft, icy blue light, its blade shimred like frozen moonlight in the dim hall.
Frosted runes ran along its edge, and a crystal poml held a flicker of aurora affixed to its handle.
Damn.
The only sane words Muna thought best to say to at this mont were—
"Lift the sword."
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