Lawrend raised his head and looked out the window on the side of the hallway. He felt motivated to practice magic after hearing Olgar's words.
"I should practice magic again…"
Lawrend murmured. He walked through the hallway, and when he encountered a butler, he relayed Olgar's words. Not long after, he entered his room. This time he was not gonna practice beside Aleshia and Ella.
Lawrend imitated Olgar and sat down on his bed cross-legged. Then he closed his eyes.
He extended his index finger forward and controlled his violet lightning mana to flow towards it. He tried pushing it outwards but there was no response.
'This is the feeling from before. A barrier-like feeling.'
Lawrend thought to himself. He pushed harder and harder. The lightning mana accumulated in his index finger and pressurized, but there seemed to be no sign of it bursting out of his finger.
'Hmmm…'
Lawrend thought about it silently. He was not able to use his Shock Arc spell even now. It was because he didn't have enough mana to burst through the barrier.
'What if I try simulating the Shock Arc spell in my index finger?'
Lawrend asked himself. He was pondering if his idea was a good one or not.
'But how do I simulate the Shock Arc spell?'
Lawrend remembered the feeling when he cast the Shock Arc spell. He remembered the lightning mana stopping then suddenly rushing to his hand.
'STOP!'
Lawrend commanded his lightning mana in his hand to stop.
'Then… ZAP!'
Lawrend controlled the lightning mana in his hand and rushed it all inside his index finger.
BZZZZZZZT BZZZT
"It worked!"
Lawrend opened his eyes and looked at the small arc of electricity escaping his finger. It was continuously buzzing and turning directions randomly. Its power was also not constant.
BZZT
The arc of electricity died and disappeared. Lawrend sniffed the air and smelled the chlorine-like smell of ozone gas created from ionized oxygen.
"Ooough…"
Lawrend shook his nose and snorted to remove the awful smell stuck inside his nose.
"Did I just insta-cast the Shock Arc spell without chanting..!?"
Lawrend exclaimed to himself in shock and disbelief.
"No, no, no. It couldn't be. This is not even that powerful."
Lawrend shook his head in denial. It couldn't be that easy to learn to insta-cast a magic spell.
And so, Lawrend spent the whole day practicing his magic.
Knock Knock Knock
Lawrend, who had a steady arc of electricity stretching out from his finger was suddenly disturbed, and the small arc of electricity disappeared with a high-frequency buzz.
"Who is it?"
Lawrend asked, slightly annoyed.
"Y-Young Master, Mr. Albert wants you to go to the dining room."
Nao's stuttering voice sounded from the other side. Since he revealed to Lawrend the truth, he had been tasked by Albert to attend to Lawrend's needs. He was also the one who served Lawrend's breakfast earlier.
"Huh?"
Lawrend raised his voice. He was annoyed that his magic practice was disturbed for something like that.
"Young Master…"
Nao's voice sounded weakly from the other side. He was getting nervous hearing Lawrend raise the tone of his voice.
"Alright. Give me a few seconds."
Lawrend stood up and left the room. Nao was waiting for him while fidgeting.
"U-Um… Young Master, can you wear this blindfold?"
Nao opened his hand, and a handkerchief was neatly folded in it.
"For what?"
Lawrend blinked his eyes. Nao was acting very suspiciously.
"Just wear it, Young Master!"
Nao replied in a fluster. He was obviously planning something.
"O-Okay?"
Lawrend didn't resist and allowed him to blindfold him. He already had an idea about what's happening.
"There! I'll hold your hand, Young Master."
Nao finished tying the blindfold on his face and pulled him by the hand.
Before long, they arrived in front of the dining room's doors. It was a dark brown double door.
"Young Master, we're here."
Nao whispered to him. He opened the doors and led him inside.
"Sit here, Young Master."
Lawrend couldn't see anything as he led him inside to sit on a chair.
"You can now take it off, Young Master!"
Nao said to him with excitement.
"Surprise!! Happy Birthday, Young Master!"
"Young Master, Happy 18th Birthday!"
The butlers celebrated. Lawrend looked around, and he saw unfamiliar faces. They were all dressed well and had imposing auras around them.
"Congratulations on your official adulthood, boy."
A tall and sexy woman shouted to him. There was a faint smile hanging on her face. She was wearing a red velvet mage cloak that reached to her toes. And her face was oval and she had a fiery red pupil. While her hair was a nice blonde color. Beside her was an old man who opened his mouth.
"Young man, if you want to hire guards, I'll give you a discount this year."
The old man was wearing simple clothing. He particularly stood out in this setting. His hair was silver-white and his skin was all wrinkly.
"Who are you guys?"
Lawrend asked in bewilderment. He had zero ideas on who they are.
"Fufufu. My name is Cherry Zola. I'm a High Mage working for the Mage Guild."
The sexy woman replied. Lawrend blinked his eyes at her. He reached into his pockets and held onto his mage guild pin.
"Kekeke. I'm Bardon Grada. An Army Sword."
The old man introduced himself.
'Bigshots!'
Lawrend thought to himself. Why would they show up and with this timing?
"Boy, did your family send that High Mage?"
Cherry asked him with interest on her face.
"Olgar?"
Lawrend asked in confusion.
"Olgar? Olgar Berol?!"
Cherry asked him in return. There was disbelief in her voice.
"Yes, why?"
Lawrend asked, baffled. It looked like she recognized him.
"That cheating bastard actually dared to come to Lanika City! Where is he?"
Chery gritted her teeth in anger as she mentioned Olgar.
"Also, what do you mean by 'my family'?"
Lawrend asked in confusion. Why would his family send a High Mage with him? Besides, his only other family was his father.