Chapter 24: The Result of Three Months of Training
Though it hadn't been long, he had to head to Aurus' study hall to continue his tasks. He quickly adjusted his clothes and left. Upon arrival, he noticed Aurus was already waiting, standing by the desk.
"Sorry for the delay," he said, bowing with measured respect.
Aurus raised an eyebrow but didn't respond. He wasn't blind or stupid; he simply didn't seem interested in scolding him. He pointed to the scroll on the table with a subtle gesture.
"Let's continue."
And so they did. William, without hiding much, began to show more ease with the ancient language. He didn't reveal he could almost read it fluently, but he no longer feigned clumsiness as before. Aurus seemed pleased with the progress, occasionally watching him with a sharp gaze.
For weeks, they worked with simple texts: tales about the Storm Isle, legends of lost sailors, massive creatures, and arcane rituals. But over time, Aurus entrusted him with his most prized possession: a scroll he had kept for decades. A spell he had found in his youth, purely by chance, and had never fully deciphered.
"This is the real challenge. The reason I've spent years gathering documents in this language. If we manage to decode it... we might uncover something great."
William understood the moment he saw it. The scroll vibrated, as if it were alive. It pulsed with latent, ravenous energy. For a moment, he wanted to read it entirely. But he clenched his teeth and resisted. He knew how dangerous it was. Over the past weeks, he had learned that reading magical language drained him more than any physical training. Every word demanded a brutal mental toll. It wasn't worth the risk. Not yet.
Three months passed.
He trained every day without rest until his body changed. More resilient, more defined. He drank the calming tea daily to recover from the effort of translating the texts. The numbers confirmed it:
Strength: 2.2. Agility: 2.4. Vitality: 3.0.