Chapter 32 - Awaited time
Time passed quietly in the Floen Town.
Silas rested inside the inn and trained his mana under the guidance of Thamior. He didn’t listen at all time and remained cautious against the old mage.
But he needed the knowledge to become the fifth circle mage. Reaching the fifth circle was a matter of mind. For the mage, one needed to have a full understanding of the mana around them and themself.
Because of that most noble families had only four circle humans due to their resources.
If he got a fifth circle, his mana reserve would be gone. He didn’t need to worry about wasting mana.
Tomorrow was the day of the party. The Floen Family wanted to send a carriage to the inn but he declined the offer.
Their family butler came and told him a detailed plan of the party. They were planning to reward him as a man who saved children from the evil experiment.
But they knew that it was their family mage.
Both sides were playing ignorant of the situation. For Silas, he was planning to buy time.
He could expose the secret right now but his evidence was lacking. He took a bunch of papers from the lighthouse but it was not enough.
And the most important reason, he couldn’t say a word was because he lacked strength.
The Floen Family was probably scared of his information. They didn’t know what Silas used with this. So they were observing him greatly.
One month. In one month, he would have an army and the power to break through the wall of this town.
Currently, he was trying to familiarize himself with crafting a new spell. Since it was not imbued in his circle, creating the spell took a time.
[Good job. You understood the nature of the crest quite well. As expected of an heir of Viremont.] Thamior sounded inside his head.
Silas shrugged off the compliment and focused on crafting the spell. After seeing the crest take form in the world, he smiled.
"It is done."
[You have completed mastery in crafting the spell. Now, want to test the spell?]
Silas frowned, crushing the small crest from his palm. The mana from the crest was absorbed by the world and vanished.
He silently stared at his palm and formed a smile. "This spell is not suited for humans. I will only use it in a desperate situation."
[Then, why did you learn so intensely?]
"Because I will need it in the near future."
"What are you talking about?" A soft feminine voice traveled into his ear, giving him a tingling sensation.
Without turning around, Silas muttered. "Just thinking out loud. How is the dress? Did it fit you?"
Ice-pick put her slender finger to her red lips and nodded enthusiasmly. "Yes. I like the dress a lot."
"You better be. I spent a lot of money on that dress. You are so picky. I am never going shopping with you."
"Haha. Don’t be like that." Ice-pick chuckled, clinging to his arm. "You are my money bag."
"Where is all your money?"
"Those are saved for my wedding." Ice-pick smiled.
Silas shook his head and said with a devious smile. "I will personally fund you when the wedding takes place. You know what, I will also invite the Pope to bless you two."
"What?" Ice-pick exclaimed, her loud voice trembled.
"No. Don’t do that. If the blessing comes, I will be gone. Turn into an ash."
"I suppose."
Silas left the training room and took a shower to clear his mind. He needed to get into a perfect state for the party, both body and mind.
He soaked his body in the bathtub.
The fragrance of the water calmed his mind.
[Are you excited?]
"You are getting noisy lately, Thamior." Silas said, looking at the white ceiling.
[Just making a connection with you.] Thamior admitted.
"Doesn’t matter? I am not going to forgive you. You are going to rot in hell after all this."
[Do you really believe in hell?]
Silas paused. "Let’s not go to that."
He ended the conversation and stood up and dressed himself.
He then sat on his bed and meditated.
***
The day of the party.
Floen declared the party to the town and celebrated. The streets were filled with people going out enjoying themselves.
The underworld activities also dropped. He heard from Fatty that Floen offered a good deal to stop this day.
’They are pouring so much money into the party. This is not simple.’ Silas felt a wave of darkness crept over his mind.
He was having doubts. Sure, his preparation was not good enough but there was no risk to his life when going to the party. He made sure to plan that.
He connected with the underworld for his safety, carefully planning. He also got the information from Thamior about the inner workings of the family to ensure everything.
And he had sent Luna and the rest to the outside for their safety.
Right now he has three people, tagging along with him to the party.
Roland, Ice-pick, Old Gin.
Roland served as a guard and a knight to him. He still hadn’t reached the fifth circle but he told him that he got a breakthrough in sword technique.
Ice-pick would be his lady for the party. He only brought her to cause a disturbance with her charm, avoiding the fight with other young nobles.
Of course, she was here so that she could look for her fated lover.
And Old Gin to take care of trivial stuff.
"Sir, the carriage is ready." Old Gin came in, wearing his butler suit.
Silas nodded and fixed his attire. He adored a simple nobility suit he brought from the town. There was no need to appear rich.
Humility is a good key in the party. He needed a lot of good points in the social gathering.
Despite his face being warped by a bandage, he looked sharp. His refinement was visible to the naked eyes
He nodded and turned around. When he opened the door, he noticed the guard, standing proudly in front of the door. The guard wore a standard black attire and held a longsword on his waist.
He neatly styled his golden hair, his jaw line sharp.
Roland saw Silas emerge from the room and bowed gracefully, showcasing the knightly art.
The title of knight was not for someone with a good talent in the sword. To get the title from the lord, they held to learn everything about nobility. Of course, strength was also required but the most important part was their character and how they showcased themself.
After all, the knight inspired courage into others.
Silas waved his hand and spoke. "Tonight is important. Don’t mess up."
"Yes."
"Good. Good. After this, we will take a vacation." Silas said with a smile and left the inn with a carriage.
Silas stared outside the window. They moved deeper into the inner part of the city and arrived at the gate. Old Gin showed the guard the invitation and they welcomed them with open arms.
The carriage stopped and Silas landed on the ground. He looked up at the big mansion painted in light. He heard voices coming from inside with his enhanced hearing.
The mana inside his body throbbed in warning. Looking at the mansion, Silas’s frown deepened.