Chapter 13

As explained, casting involves inscribing an ancient language in the air or on various surfaces using mana. This process is akin to directing mana to achieve specific goals. For instance, when a caster writes commands like “throw rocks” or “freeze the entire lake” in the ancient script, the surrounding mana responds directly to these commands.

In essence, casting serves as the writing instrument, while mana functions as the ink.

Despite its seemingly simple nature, the reality is that the process is much more complex.

Mages must draw mana from their surroundings and use this collected energy to perform the necessary incantations. This task requires the caster to maintain exceptional focus in order to execute both actions simultaneously. Additionally, the need to use ancient languages instead of modern ones adds another layer of difficulty to the process.

‘I had to learn two languages at once: one modern and one ancient.’

The path to becoming a caster is undeniably challenging.

In the midst of battle, how can one maintain the concentration needed to accomplish all of this amid the chaos? For those experienced in such situations, it may be manageable, however, for novices, it can be an overwhelming challenge.

“This material is designed for beginners, so it doesn't delve into the phenomenon of mana naturally gathering around experienced mages or casters, which is a key reason why everyone strives to reach such a high level of skill.”

His thoughts were interrupted by a voice resonating through the tranquil library.

Newcastle took a quick look at the page that confused him; he didn’t concentrate on the details, but he quickly understood the main idea.

“Furthermore, in combat scenarios, mages and casters are often placed in a support role.”

“… .”

Newcastle could read his thoughts simply by noticing the frown on his face.

“The Empire usually assigns combat roles to mages of High Mage and Sage rank, so there's no need for worry.”

“Thank you for the clarification…”

He should avoid forming an opinion about the person based solely on an initial negative impression.

“What exactly are High Mages and Sages?”

This was the first time he had come across these terms. Honestly, they appear to represent different ranks among magic practitioners.

“It functions as both a classification and an official title granted to casters and mages in the Empire. Although this topic deserves attention, now is not the right time to delve into it. It's best to focus on one issue before moving on to another.”

“I suppose you're right.”

He prefers to avoid overwhelming his thoughts. Doing so usually leads him to stray from the main topic and lose interest in the issue being discussed.

Noticing his silence, Newcastle gently taps his forehead with his finger to help him refocus.

“Did you understand everything, or was it too overwhelming?”

“…No, I can manage it.”

Newcastle observes him with a curious expression, as if trying to decipher the intricate confusion clouding Cielo's mind. After a moment's pause, Newcastle goes back to his reading.

The soft sound of parchment rustling fills the air, but Cielo finds it difficult to concentrate on the words before him. His mind wanders.

Mana, casting, casters. He is weighed down by a multitude of thoughts, which is why he doesn't notice that he has stopped reading.

He reflects on Mana, the essential energy that flows through everything, a luminous essence that can be harnessed and shaped. The act of casting involves the careful manipulation of Mana, requiring both precision and unwavering focus. Ultimately, casters are those who adeptly wield magic with elegance and skill.

Cielo envisions himself among them, clad in opulent indigo garments, brandishing a staff, and effortlessly commanding the elements with a mere gesture.

‘It's not so bad…’

He doesn’t aspire to be a hero or an adventurer, but the concept of harnessing elemental powers is certainly captivating.

“Have you finished your reading?”

“Pardon?”

It was only when he heard Newcastle's voice that he snapped back to reality.

Newcastle's intense gaze made him look down at his book, where he noticed he hadn't turned the page. He had zoned out again, and it was now time for lunch.

“Uh, about this…”

He spoke in a soft murmur, his voice barely audible as he shifted uneasily in his chair.

“You have wasted a significant amount of time. In the future, I expect you to be honest with me, is that understood?”

Newcastle declared, his tone firm and unyielding. The intensity of his gaze was daunting, making it difficult to hold eye contact.

“Y, yeah, sure.”

He hesitated in his reply.

‘This is completely humiliating.’

At twenty-eight, he had passed away, but after three years in a comatose, he would be considered thirty-one. Being scolded like a misbehaving child at this point in his life stirred a whirlwind of negative emotions within him. The only reason he held back from responding was the disconcerting presence of Newcastle, who had an uncanny knack for being intimidating when he wanted to be.

After being treated with condescension, his instructor led him to the empty dining area. When they arrived, Alistair was already there, preparing the meal.

As swift as ever. That's Alistair for you.

As soon as he sensed their arrival, the butler raised his head. They briefly narrowed before he reverted to his usual smile. The shift in his attitude was swift, but it didn't escape notice.

What was that about? Was he annoyed?

Still feeling confused, Cielo walked into the dining room just as Alistair asked the question.

“Did you have a good time, you two?”

He couldn't honestly say he had a fantastic experience, but the exploration of magic was interesting enough to keep his boredom at bay.

He was about to reply when Newcastle interrupted.

“We certainly had a great time!”

Newcastle seems to be filled with tension.

Cielo can hardly grasp what he is witnessing. The person who once made him uneasy now seems intimidated by the kind and gentle Alistair.

“It’s a pleasure to have you here, My Lord. Are you feeling hungry at all?”

Alistair's smile, usually warm and inviting, now appeared somewhat forced, barely concealing the uncertainty flickering in his eyes. Cielo sensed that something was amiss, a shift in the dynamics that hadn’t been there before.

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Newcastle raised an eyebrow at the long-haired butler.

“You usually leave my meals alone on the table because you refuse to serve me. What brings you here today?”

“Am I not permitted to be here?”

Alistair replied while keeping his calm and gentle demeanor intact.

Cielo's eyes darted back and forth between Newcastle and Alistair, both of whom stood firm, seemingly hesitant to share the same space.

He took a moment to absorb the atmosphere, acutely aware of the unspoken tension that surrounded the three of them. The spacious dining hall, with its high ceilings and ornate chandeliers, suddenly felt stifling, as if the very walls were closing in on them.

‘There’s definitely a palpable tension in the air.’

Has something happened between them? This thought sparked his curiosity about their relationship.

He folded his arms and observed the two individuals on the sidelines in silence.

At that moment, Newcastle was unmistakably showing signs of irritation.

“Why do you look so happy? It's rather unsettling.”

“I don't understand what you mean, My Lord.”

The butler's gaze suddenly met his, causing Cielo to flinch. He rubbed his cheeks and feigned disinterest in their conversation.

Still smiling, Alistair motioned for them to sit.

“Please, both of you, have a seat.”

“No. Goodbye.”

Newcastle, visibly anxious, quickly left the room, leaving Cielo and Alistair alone.

“… .”

“… … .”

Cielo observed Alistair's calm composure and asked.

"What just happened?"

He hadn't expected Newcastle to leave so abruptly. Was Alistair really that intimidating that even someone as unpredictable as Newcastle felt the need to escape?

Alistair chuckled lightly and continued to transfer dishes from the trolley to the table.

“Please ignore him, young master.”

Cielo scrutinized the long-haired butler closely. He seemed like an ordinary, somewhat stern, and slightly distant manager, without any obvious menacing traits. Although he might have an imposing presence, that was the extent of it.

Cielo inclined his head and gradually approached the table, driven by a noticeable hunger.

“Is there some conflict between the two of you?”

He asked, taking in the sight and aroma of the delicious dishes spread out before him.

Considering Newcastle's temperament, it wouldn't be surprising if there were some underlying tensions. However, from their brief interaction, it seemed that the real issue stemmed more from Alistair than from Newcastle.

“We have a good relationship.”

That doesn't seem to be true. However, it appears that Alistair is reluctant to share any information, which has caused him to give up on his attempts.

Alistair gestured for him to sit down again.

“You should eat.”

“Are these made with fresh ingredients?”

Even though he was hungry, Cielo remembered his allergies and understood the importance of being careful with his food selections.

“Indeed. Doctor Happy gave me a list of your allergies to pass along to our chef.”

“Thanks a lot.”

Cielo smiled brightly.

“It is my pleasure, young master.”

Cielo took a seat on one of the twenty chairs available and gestured for Alistair to join him, but the man merely declined with a shake of his head.

“I have other obligations to address.”

“You certainly have a full schedule. Okay then.”

Although there was plenty of food available, everyone seemed preoccupied with their own pursuits, resulting in his solitary dining experience. This isn't the first time he dined alone therefore he doesn't mind.

Cielo let out a satisfied sigh after finally indulging in a hearty meal, having subsisted on nothing but herbal soup for an entire week. While he had eaten banana that morning, it paled in comparison to the lavish spread before him.

‘This is absolutely delicious!’

While some of the dishes presented to him resembled those from his homeland, he had adhered to a strict diet and was unfamiliar with many of the foods from his past, making it difficult for him to identify them.

Nevertheless, there were numerous dishes he was encountering for the first time. He eagerly anticipated sampling each one.

As Cielo savored his meal, he reflected on the day's events.

His first day with Newcastle was a whirlwind of emotions.

At their first meeting, Cielo found him to be somewhat irritating, however, as a teacher, he displayed a strict and efficient attitude. In moments of sincerity, he seemed at ease, but when he was being dishonest, he gave off a disconcerting vibe.

Cielo contemplated the true essence of his character. Could he possibly fit the label often associated with 'bipolar'? It's still unclear.

Moving on to the most recent event featuring Newcastle and Alistair. He found their relationship both enigmatic and captivating. Who could overlook the fascination of observing the man he had just met the previous day now appearing diminished in the presence of another? He is eager to learn more about what happened between them.

After finishing his meal, Cielo surveys his surroundings, contemplating whether he should clean the dishes or simply abandon them.

‘…I am living here rent-free.’

Although he has signed a contract, he has not been officially employed. Cleaning the dishes seems like a minimal obligation on his part.

Cielo begins to stack the plates and scans the area in search of the kitchen. Unfortunately, he has no luck, as the kitchen is nowhere to be found in proximity to the dining room.

“Who in their right mind decided to place the kitchen so far from the dining room!?”

He says, exasperated.

The intricate hallways of the palace seem to stretch endlessly before him, each bend and curve adding to his increasing confusion and uncertainty. Should he venture deeper, he risks becoming disoriented within this palace. The ornate decorations and intricate designs that once captivated him now feel like a maze designed to entrap him.

Cielo had nearly decided to abandon his search when he felt a nudge from behind.

“Excuse me! What are you up to?”

It was none other than Doctor Happy.

“Oh, hello.”

Over the last five days, he has managed to acclimate to the cheerful doctor. Although he still experiences moments of discomfort, it has fortunately diminished over time.

“Is something the matter?”

Doctor Happy glanced down the corridor he was traversing.

“Are you looking for the dining area? If so, it's over there.”

She pointed in the direction he had come from, seemingly assuming he was after the dining room since it was already lunchtime.

He shook his head.

“No, I'm actually looking for the kitchen.”

"Why's that?"

Her expression turned inquisitive when she heard his intention to head to the kitchen.

Cielo found her reaction a bit strange.

“I want to wash the dishes. I have nothing to do right now.”

His afternoon class was set to start in an hour.

Doctor Happy responded with a soft hum.

“I have no doubts about your integrity, but access to the kitchen is restricted solely to the chef and Sir Alistair. This measure is in place to safeguard the prince's meals from any potential poisoning.”

“Ah…”

The weight of the situation settled in. The idea of mutual poisoning was certainly a valid concern, and he felt a twinge of embarrassment for almost making a serious error in judgment.

“I will certainly remember that.”

“Being new, it is quite reasonable to be unaware. Just exercise caution in the future.”

Doctor Happy said, her expression softening.

“Shall we return together?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

She gently pats him on the back in a gesture of reassurance, and together they proceed towards the dining area, the soft sound of their footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway.

As they walk, Doctor Happy, with a friendly smile, inquires about his well-being, her voice filled with genuine concern.

“How have you been feeling lately? Have you experienced any complications?”

“None so far.”

“You didn't get an upset stomach?”

“Not really.”

If anything, he feels more energized after eating many delicious foods without any worries.

“That's good.”

She exhaled with a sense of relief.

Upon their arrival, he was taken aback.

“What the…?”

His words trail off as they finally reach their destination. The table tidied up, complete with an array of new dishes that glisten under the soft light. The sight is a feast for the eyes, with vibrant colors and enticing aromas wafting through the air, promising a delightful dining experience.

“Sir Alistair is as capable as ever.”

Doctor Happy chuckled softly and took her place at the table. Upon hearing the doctor mention the butler, he was not at all surprised that it was Alistair. The man had a reputation for being ever-present, a silent observer in the background of their lives, always ready to assist or intervene when necessary.

She motioned for him to join her, but he informed her that he had already dined.

“I think I should leave now.”

“Aww.”

Since he was unable to wash the dishes, he considered returning to the library to engage in self-study while awaiting Lord Newcastle.