Chapter 56
Dylan continued reading the list of possible skills. Scrolling through it, he didn't see anything that would make him take a new skill right away. The only skills that interested him were the various schools of magic, the Phantom Blade techniques, and various spells. He was thinking about starting to learn a new school of magic and taking a technique or spell for the skill, but he hadn't decided yet what exactly he would do.
Leaning on a chair, he thought about the fact that the Sense of Will skill was not on the list. And he thought about how he felt it. Entering meditation, he looked into his body and tried to feel it, but this did not lead to any results. He did not feel will.
Instead, he tried to cast the simplest spell and pour his will into it. He couldn't describe what was happening at that moment, formally, absolutely nothing else was happening with body and the spell. He didn't feel the will in it, but he simply knew that it was there and how much more he had left. This Feeling was not supported by anything other than the understanding that it was so.
This is weird. It's more like I made this up.
Having released the telekinesis spell, the air that was in front of him spun into one point and compressed into it, after which it instantly freed itself with a small pop and was carried by the wind around the room.
Dylan appreciated that the spell had happened as he had wished, pouring in his will. But he had not left the spell with exactly those changes. Technically, the spell had changed during the casting, but only as he could have done. It did not add to him any new power, or understanding that he had not achieved.
Dylan began to look out the window with a detached look, thinking about it. During the fight with the shaman, he poured his will into the sword and was able to "understand" it better, but what if he starts doing the same with his body and mana core? He thought about the fact that in his understanding it should already be in them. Because the will is an extension of himself.
Shrugging his shoulders, he tried to pour the will into himself. After sitting like that for some time, he realized that it didn't work like that. He didn't understand where the will was and how to move it from his body, into it. Looking at his hand, he pulled out some mana and poured the will into it, it happened without any problems.
It turns out that it is a matter of principled thinking. It is like a mental block.
He put his hand on his stomach where the mana core was and began to pour his will into it. He felt like it was really working but he didn't notice any changes, but he continued to do it. After a few minutes, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, after a minute he began to breathe heavily, after 30 seconds his vision began to blur and he felt a strong depression and a general reluctance to do anything. With each passing second, his physical condition began to deteriorate. His mouth and throat were completely dry, his heart began to hurt and beat strangely. It did this either catastrophically fast or stopped completely. His way of thinking gradually became more and more strange and alien, so that he stopped understanding himself...
He stopped and realized that he was lying on the floor, breathing loudly, trying to figure out what exactly had happened. His heart was pounding in his ears so much that he couldn't make out his own thoughts. His head was splitting and he felt a strong thirst for water.
Dylan collected his thoughts and opened his status, where he saw that his stamina was only at a third, and his vitality was at half.
Damn, I was completely healthy.
Scrolling through the status further, he opened the list of notifications.
Congratulations, you have increased the skill level of [Манипуляция Волей] [Common] Lvl 1 > Lvl 11
Well at least it was simple.
Next he tried to understand how much will he had. It was almost empty and as far as he could tell, all that was left was what had been restored over time.
Dylan stood up holding his head and tried to remember when the will ran out. But he couldn't do it, thinking about what happened, he came to the conclusion that his condition was due to the fact that he completely used it up and poured the will so quickly that it did not have time to accumulate.
It's like overexertion. I was using too much willpower and didn't realize that it was gone. I think I'll have to do it more carefully, I don't want to go through that again.
Dylan sat on the bed and tried to understand what this led to. Looking at his body, he saw nothing special. Dylan raised his hand and released some mana to create a spell. A simple telekinesis spell made a slight push into the wall. But this was not what he wanted.
It did absolutely nothing and cost me so much pain?
Dylan grumbled softly under his breath and lay down on his bed. He was very tired, his head was pounding, and he was generally in a bad mood. He had wanted to meditate before, but he had simply given up and gone to bed.
***
The next morning, Dylan woke up to someone touching his shoulder. His first thought was to cast a spell and attack, but then he realized he was safe. Without letting anyone know what he was thinking, he rolled over and looked at the intruder. It was a girl in her mid-20s, dressed in a white uniform, her hair was neatly styled, and she had a polite smile on her lips.
"Good morning, Young Master. You are expected at class in half an hour, you should take a shower and have breakfast." She said, curtsying.
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Dylan blinked slowly, taking that in. There was something about this girl that he really didn't like.
Exactly, the fucking attitude towards nobles. How I hate this politeness.
Dylan simply nodded his head and stood up, in the evening he forgot to undress so he was all in wrinkled clothes and had a very shabby appearance, despite the healing done. He turned his head to assess the girl's reaction, instead of a well-deserved reproach on her face, she had the same polite smile.
It's very annoying. And how many years of practice does it take to build such a face? Or am I being too hard on myself?
Dylan walked over to the table and sat down. There was a very appetizing breakfast on it with a variety of food, for every taste. Dylan's mouth involuntarily filled with saliva and he quickly pounced on the food. His appetite was only hampered by the look of the maid. This was mainly because he felt uncomfortable when someone he didn't know watched him eat, while doing nothing.
Dylan's appetite disappeared and he calmly finished the very tasty food. He filled his stomach and just sat down, giving time to feed his laziness. The awkward silence that was all this time was very pressing on Dylan and he could not distance himself from it as he always did, so in order to occupy his brain with something, he assessed the girl.
Name: Rosa Jorn, 31 years old
Race: Human [Uncommon] Lvl 54
Class: Apprentice of Arcane Healing Mage [Uncommon] Lvl 87
Class: Arcane Construct Mage [Rare] Lvl 43
It's unexpected that her second class is better than her first. Yes, it's weird. But overall, her leveling doesn't make me think she's special.
"Young master, are you going to take a shower?"
"No, I'll go this way."
"As you say, young master."
Dylan expected that she would not like it, but she showed no emotion on her face and calmly agreed with him.
"Where will my lesson take place?"
"I'll show you around, young master. We have 10 minutes left before class starts."
Dylan nodded and overcame his laziness to stand up. Looking around the room he saw that his sword was leaning against some cabinet. He clicked his tongue, thinking that they had no respect for throwing away his favorite weapon like that. Dylan walked up to the sword, picked it up and pulled it halfway out of the sheath. Just looking at it and holding it in his hands made him feel much calmer. Dylan fastened it to his academy uniform and started looking for shoes. Opening several cabinets, he saw other clothes, towels, bedding and many different things. Finally finding a shelf with shoes he put them on, Dylan was slightly unhappy that they didn't bother to bring him his old shoes, they were much more comfortable.
After looking himself over from head to toe, he decided that he was too lazy to change clothes and that his first normal lesson would make him look like shit.
"Okay, be so kind as to show me the way."
"Of course, young master, please follow me."
The girl left the room and Dylan followed her. They began to walk down the corridors with others. most of them were dressed in the same white uniform as her, but others were in the simple uniform of the academy. Assessing the different people along the way, Dylan did not see anyone special. All those who wore white were of the Healer class, and the others were ordinary students of the academy.
After leaving this building, they entered the garden, where Dylan was able to appreciate the normal life in the academy. Students walked around with books on various subjects and hurried to classes. Dylan saw books on Rune magic and enchantment magic from one student. This greatly inspired him, but when he noticed a book on the "Law Code of the Holy Kingdom" in that collection, he was extremely disappointed.
Bitch, do I really have to learn this bullshit?!
"Damn, tell me please Rose, are there many subjects besides magic at the academy?"
Rose looked at him and nodded, not letting on how strange his question seemed to her. But Dylan was sure it was very strange.
"Of course, in addition to the specialization, students are required to study various subjects. For example, the history of the Holy Kingdom, the Law Code, the Basic Teachings of the Holy Church, Mathematics, Etiquette, and so on."
Dylan nodded painfully.
"Rose theoretically, if a student fails the exams in these subjects, what will happen?"
"Hmm, there are mandatory exams that every student must pass. Without it, you will not be allowed to take other classes and may even be expelled from the academy. If the performance is poor in several subjects, everything depends on the average grade of all the subjects the student is taking. If the grade is below half of the maximum, the academy will take some action, in extreme cases, the student will be expelled."
Damn, I'm going to have to actually learn this!
Dylan thought with great sorrow. A few minutes later, Rose brought him to the classroom and wished him a pleasant day. Dylan nodded and thought that it would not be like that at all.
Entering the classroom, he saw his classmates. They were all as beaten up as he was. This brought a slight smile to his face, but when he saw that everyone was really depressed, especially Evander, it stopped bringing him any pleasure.
Dylan walked over and sat down next to Liam, he looked the same as always, very good and a little cold. As far as he could tell, the "death" hadn't affected him at all.
"How are you feeling?" Dylan asked with a smile.
Liam's icy expression melted a little and he smiled.
"Well, walking around completely healthy has never lifted my spirits so much."
Dylan nodded enthusiastically in response.
"Don't even talk about it. So how did it go with the others?"
Liam's mood dropped and he began to tell what exactly had happened. How they had gotten out of the ambush and how they had started fighting the orcs, where he had eventually lost the consciousness.
"Mmm, that orc, I remember him."
Dylan would have continued the conversation, but Elton, the teacher, entered the classroom with Heather. He looked around at everyone with a satisfied look and went to his desk.
"The first thing I have to say is that you are all great, you fought bravely and died bravely. But of course, it wasn't without its big minuses. That's what we'll talk about today, the lesson will consist of a brief overview and what could have been done better. You don't have to worry, there won't be anything serious and the real lessons won't start until a few days later. Still, you all need to come to your senses... Yes, that's right, after the lesson you can pick up your things from me and go back to your rooms."