Chapter 4: Easy Kills
Lian walked beside his father Torren, the iron sword that had weighed heavily on his hip the previous day now feeling light.
Even his leather armor no longer felt cumbersome.
He had changed.
Lian and Torren were silent as they headed toward the same area as the day before.
Lian was thinking about how to use his magic without arousing suspicion. He had no idea what magic looked like—there were no mages in Dustwall.
"Still brooding?" Torren asked, breaking the silence. He had been observing Lian the whole time. Despite now having access to mana, making him a mage in every sense, his expression was odd, as if he were pondering something deeply important.
"Don’t tell me you’re thinking about magic? Boy, that’s serious stuff, studied in academies," Torren added, locking eyes with Lian.
"You’ve just gained access to mana; you need to get used to your new body before anything else," he continued.
Dustwall was too small a city to handle a mage. There weren’t even academies where one could study magic.
The nearest city to Dustwall with a magic academy was Grimreach. Mages were rare even there, but they existed.
The academy was where mages studied magic under powerful experts of higher levels.