Chapter 381 - The Magician (8) (1/2)

A boy wore great magician robes in front of a competition venue. He had received many praises from his teachers for his magical talent. Although he didn't possess as much mana as others, the innovative spells he created attracted much attention. Included in many media outlets, he proudly was able to get the connections to enter one of the most prestigious competitions. Pushing his glasses up, he puffed his chest to go inside.

Looking at the list of his competitors, he noticed they were mostly occupied by people in prestigious and powerful families. I walked beside him, finding familiar names I knew. The Roselia, Monete, and Lumiere families were all included in the list. In fact, everyone who became a target had a representative from their families here. I continued to follow him as he unpacked his belongings inside his room.

The list of past winners in the competition brochure all came from those families he had a grudge against. Filled with determination to become the first winner from a common family, he decided to go to the practice room. The boy couldn't stop staring at all the magical equipment, much more advanced than all the materials he ever had access before he came here. Sliding his hand over a sword, he felt the weapon humming with mana.

”Excuse me. This is my sword,” A boy asked him to let go of the sword.

The boy was one of the most beautiful human beings he had ever seen. Bright crystal blue eyes with silvery hair that slid in other colours in the rainbow, and angular features symmetrically reflecting each other to create perfection. The clothes he wore also drifted with mana, faintly stamped with the Roselia family crest at one of its pockets. He had heard that people from powerful families were different from others, but never to this extent.

”I'm sorry,” he mumbled, still staring at him.

I walked closer to the boy who resembled Luke. Walking around him, trying to find out his identity, I gasped when I realized he was a younger version of Luke's grandfather in my memories. I knew there was something odd about this competition, never hearing about this before. The determined boy stared at an empty space after Luke's grandfather left after retrieving his sword. Among all the beautiful people in the room, he instantly felt out of place, deciding to find someplace else to practice.

Going back to his room, he practiced some light spells alone. But he shook his head, knowing there was only so much things he could do inside this room. He decided to go outside, the competition also having multiple places to practice. As expected, the outdoors practice space was empty with the others preferring the indoor one. He went inside and began to develop a new spell he had been struggling to refine the past few days.

The concept was disintegration. He wanted something that would destroy an item out of its existence, erased from the world. Looking at the dummy, he imagined at all the power he would possess in his hands once he perfected it. However, he was interrupted from someone knocking on the door. He opened the door, leading back inside the competition venue.

”I apologize, but we have booked this space to practice in the schedule,” another fellow competitor pointed out.

”I didn't know,” he meekly answered.

”Is it your first time competing here?” the competitor playfully bent down towards him.