“Mistress, the young master has already begun the summoning ritual in his classroom,” Riva reported, though the concern in her expression was difficult to hide. Wyndia let out a quiet sigh, resting her chin lightly on her hand. “If you want to watch him, then do it discreetly.” Riva hesitated, gently brushing her cheek as if unsure. “But… shouldn’t you—” “It’s fine,” Wyndia interrupted softly. “I’ll trust him.” After a brief pause, she added, “I just hope he likes the item.” Riva gave a small, wry smile. “I’d be surprised if he didn’t. You went as far as calling in a personal favor from Elder Randalf of the Blacksmith Association. Something like that isn’t easy to obtain, and the quality should be far beyond anything the others could get.” Wyndia didn’t respond immediately. Her gaze drifted slightly, thoughtful. “What matters is whether he can summon what he wants. If he ends up calling another beast… then that confirms it.” “That he can only summon beasts?” Riva finished for h

A wave of stunned silence swept through the classroom. Then— “...What?” Several students instinctively leaned forward, eyes wide. Others simply froze, their expressions locked in disbelief. A few even dropped their jaws without realizing it. The werewolf… was kneeling. Not forced down by visible power, not struck or restrained— It had lowered itself. Voluntarily. Maeve, still staring at the scene, unconsciously repeated Rhys’s earlier words under her breath. “Kneel before the king…” A chill ran down her spine. Of course. It all made sense now. Gaelion was no ordinary beast. From the beginning, he had spoken of figures that most people wouldn’t even dare to imagine, let alone understand. Someone like that couldn’t possibly be a normal familiar. But that only raised a bigger question. How did Rhys summon him in the first place? And more importantly— Why didn’t Gaelion always display this level of dominance? Maeve narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to piece it together.

Maeve was the first to break the silence.“Congratulations,” she said, her tone calm but sincere. “It looks like you’ve summoned another beast-type familiar.”Rhys gave a small nod in return. “Thanks.”Even if things hadn’t gone exactly the way he planned, the result wasn’t something to complain about. Anubis might not have been his intended choice, but that didn’t change what he represented. A being tied to death, judgment, and balance—by any standard, that qualified as something far beyond ordinary.If anything, this confirmed something important.Rhys could only summon divine beasts.The pattern was too clear to ignore now. No humanoid entities, no angelic figures, no vampire progenitors or mythical kings in human form. Those belonged to others in this world.He was… different.If Beast Tamers and Abyssals formed two opposing sides, then Rhys might very well stand as something separate altogether—a third path shaped entirely by his uniqueness.No one else had ever started with divi

The Magician Hall was far larger than Rhys had expected. The moment he stepped inside, his eyes swept across the vast interior, trying to take in its scale. It felt less like a classroom and more like an arena, stretching out wide enough to rival a soccer field. Rows of straw dummies stood in the distance, lined up neatly as if waiting to be struck down. They were positioned far enough away that it was obvious this place was meant for ranged techniques rather than close combat. The air itself carried a faint hum, almost as if Mana lingered here more densely than anywhere else in the academy.Only a handful of students had gathered, no more than twelve in total. Compared to the full class, the number felt surprisingly small, but Rhys already understood why. Not everyone would choose this path. Just a few minutes earlier, Varyn had laid everything out clearly before sending them off.There were four recognized paths for Beast Tamers. The Combat Department focused on enha

“A gun?” Both Anubis and Gaelion tilted their heads at the same time, clearly unfamiliar with the term. They knew of blades, spears, and bows, even crude clubs used in ancient battles, but this was something entirely new to them.Rhys nodded with a faint grin. “Exactly. I’m going to shape my Mana into something like a projectile, then fire it the way a gun would. It’s not something from your time. Guns only started appearing a few hundred years before I was born, so it makes sense you’ve never heard of them.” He crossed his arms, clearly pleased with the idea, as if he had just introduced something revolutionary.Gaelion narrowed his eyes. “You’re saying all that, but what does it actually do?”Rhys shrugged slightly. “Think of it as a faster, more direct way of attacking from a distance. I’ll still need to learn how to create multiple shots and maybe vary how they behave, but for now, I’m keeping it simple. Just one shot at a time, like firing an arrow. At the same time, I won’t igno