It has been two years since since Adraewiel's birth, and he was currently being taught by the head butler, Alfred. Normally, people would wait until children were four, but Adraewiel was a strange case. Well, all of the Arrcewien family was strange, mostly due to their Dragon Blood and the Hero's bloodline speeding development up.

So, by the time he was two, Adraewiel could walk, form a sentence, and lift small things. So, around last month Alfred began teaching him math and history, along with special things like Magic and Dungeons.

Speaking of Magic; "Alright. Adraewiel, what can you tell me about magic?"

Adraewiel started thinking. He saw his sister's hand light on fire after being in an argument with Ziethal. That was all the magic the young Arccewien had seen.

"Umm, I dunno?"

Alfred sighed and smiled. "Magic, simply put, is the power to control the very elements that make up our world." Alfred created a small pulm of flame from his hand. "One can create balls of fire, strengthen your bones to be harder than steel, create weapons of pure light. Frankly, anything can be done with magic."

"But, it was extremely hard to control. In the early days, you had to know everything about the spell to use it, and even then it was hard. But, nowadays, casting magic and using techniques are easy thanks to the Souls Text."

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"Whats that?" Adraewiel asked, confused at the word.

"Souls Text is a book that was found in a Dungeon. When it was found and opened, it released a shockwave of energy that gave every sentient being the ability to access their Soul Screen. It is quite a powerful artefact, but no one has been able to open it since."

"Can I get a Soul Screen?"

"Everyone has one, but it can only be accessed when one turns five by ritual. So, you have a lot to obtain once you turn five. Well, thats all the time for today. Remember, your brothers birthday is in a week." Alfred said as he started to clean up. Soon, Adraewiel joined him.

'Taljor's son does have a kind heart. Helping me do my job when he could be doing anything else. He growing up to be just like you, my king.' The head butler thought. Alfred was the personal butler for Taljor when he was a kid. When said boy became king, he appointed Alfred as the head butler.

It took a few minutes, but the duo finished cleaning up. Adraewiel opened the door and stepped out and into the hallway, with his personal guard, Tobias, close behind.

Tobias was still a teenager, but he was master with a lance. His hair was the same color as a cloudy sky, and his eyes were a mix of red and orange, making them look like a setting sun. The guard had quite the fanbase, with maids from the castle to women in the town.

It would be a lie to say that he didn't have some envy towards him, but at the same time he was glad he didn't. He didn't think his wife could handle all the women.