The staff was a few feet away from the shaman, and staring at it, Jeremiah realized that he had never seen Obadiah be more than five feet away from his staff, which makes a lot of sense because a tracker-blocking spell has a small area of effect.Obadiah must have created an artifact that has the tracker-blocking spell permanently active so that he doesn’t have to waste time and mana casting the spell himself.As long as he was within the perimeter of the spell's effective range he should be fine because the moment he stepped out of it— accidentally or intentionally— he would be pinpointed by Dark Emblem and they would sure as hell come for him. “It’s those bells on the staff in case you’re wondering,” Obadiah said and Jeremiah’s gaze focused on the jungle bells“Anyway, while concealing myself from their tracking spells, I cast my own spell to hijack their communication channels— which I helped create, hence why I can do it— and I listen for any news on if they have figured out my l

Jeremiah met up with Obadiah at the greenhouse— the usual location for magic affairs— and they started his training program. The shaman started off with the basis— what was magic and how to turn mana into it.The explanation was very in-depth and thanks to Jeremiah being very intelligent, he was able to understand concepts he was just hearing for the first time.That made Obadiah happy because it meant that he would be able to teach Jeremiah a lot of things by the end of the day.Next, the shaman taught Jeremiah how to control his mana as that was the first step to performing magic. This was the first practical lesson they had so it wasn’t going to be as easy as the theoretical lesson. It took Jeremiah a couple of hours trying to get it down, but in the end he was able to successfully get his mana control down and now was ready to start doing magic.“You did great, young master” Obadiah said with a proud smile.“It’s all thanks to you, teacher” Jeremiah replied.“Now it’s time to te

Obadiah couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed.Did Jeremiah really just cast a spell without reciting the words? Which in the world of magic was known as a wordless spell.For years, mages had made fun of movies, shows, and books for inventing the idea of wordless spells because to them it was impossible to achieve the feeling necessary for casting a particular spell without reciting first the words. It was as if a mage’s body—capable of performing a feat as inconceivable as magic—was still limited by the need for words to activate it.So, for Jeremiah, a complete novice, to be able to accomplish what every other mage in the history of mankind couldn’t made Obadiah feel like it was a dream."Obadiah quickly walked up to Jeremiah to get a closer look while the young master went down to pick up the pebble he had just imprinted on. Do it again, young master," Obadiah said, wanting Jeremiah to drop the pebble once more so he could see up close whether the spell had truly worked or

Once they got to the castle, the first person Jeremiah saw was Christabel.“Young master!” The maid bowed her head. The memo about Jeremiah not wanting to be called “My Lord” or “Lord Crimson” when spoken to had passed around the estate, so everyone who saw him addressed him as “Young Master”“How was your training?” Christabel asked.“It was fine. Finished a lot sooner than expected” Jeremiah replied as Christabel quickly greeted Obadiah who was right beside him. “That’s great to hear. You really must be an excellent learner” Christabel smiled and Jeremiah, who always appreciated the compliment, chuckled. “What were you about to do?” He asked her. “Nothing at all. I was just walking around, hoping that I would run into you” she blushed.Jeremiah raised a curious brow.“Any reason why you wanted to run into me?” He asked, still oblivious to her feelings towards him. Jeremiah had thought that the interest Christabel showed him when they first met was a result of Headmaid Elizabeth

Jeremiah came out of the castle with Lynette and to his surprise saw the king’s convoy already waiting for him. Also waiting for him were Reginald, Kingston, Elizabeth, and her protégé, Christabel, who all stood close to the cars.“Young master” Kingston, Elizabeth, and Christabel greeted. “Good morning, guys” Jeremiah greeted as he and Lynette walked down the steps.“What’s all this?” Jeremiah asked— staring at the convoy of cars and all the guards standing by them.“Are you planning on going somewhere, Dad?” Jeremiah asked Reginald. The king chuckled. “No I’m not and they are not here for me”“They’re not? Who are they here for then?” Jeremiah grimaced.“They are here for you,” Reginald said and Jeremiah’s eyes widened “They will be taking you to the college since you’ll be representing me”Jeremiah looked at the convoy and serious-looking guards once more and he groaned.“Is anything the matter, son?” The king asked— his eyebrows furrowed with confusion. Why did it seem like J