Chapter 20: Chapter 18: The Warmage Pupil Arc

Later that day, I finished filling almost two buckets with water created by magic. No matter how much I wanted to be amazing and of course the most talented student the master could ever wish for but that was my current limit.

“Aura, the master has called for you.” I stared at Rubia, who looked at me with a smile while waving for me to approach. 

“See you later, mushroom boy.” The little one giggled as he prepared himself for his daily mission of carrying buckets to the kitchen while I headed towards our master's workplace.

One knock, then two. With the third one, her voice came forth. “I brought Aura.” She opened the door, allowing me to pass through. Almost immediately, I placed my fingers in front of my nose. The place smelled of dust, mold, and whatever colored powders he had on his table.

The warmage himself looked at me with his baggy and ancient eyes. “I brought you a present.” 

I tilted my head sideways, confused, without being able to remember anything, in particular, that could make him go through the effort of rewarding me. In fact, this past year, thanks to the delay by the church, I felt like I had been nothing more than a burden to everyone. Yet, a sense of curiosity possessed me and my lips questioned him. “A gift?”

He picked something black and rectangular and delivered it to my hands, which stretched towards his in no time. “This is something way more important than magic. Even nobles have a hard time to get their hands on.” He rubbed his beard while doing a strange noise with his throat almost as if something was stuck inside of it. “The gift came from his highness. It is his blessed patronage towards you, who will become my successor and inherit all of my work one day.”

My fingers pressed hard into it. If I was a beast, my claws would have pierced its protections. Again, I was being given something in exchange for loyalty. Almost like I had a tag on my body, and someone could just come and purchase me. ‘Like I’ve never stopped being an orphan...’

I threw disdain towards my thoughts. I took Ryhn as a father and wasn’t happy with being bought or having to serve his highness, but at the same time, to live in this kingdom without his blessing was impossible. Like a chicken, this territory of fences encircled me and it the reason I was alive was thanks to his graceful hand that fed me. I now knew why I scorned the poor animal. I saw myself in it. Perhaps I was more interested in becoming a crow. At least he got to fly wherever he wanted. But there was also something peculiar in the rancher man’s words that made my heart tingle. Loyalty was similar to being someone's steed, however, I wasn’t sure how that would apply to us humans yet.

“Perhaps...” Reflected in my eyes stood my master, who could very well be his highness's horse.

“Perhaps what?” He looked at me confused as I completely ignored his explanation related to the book.

“Master... Are you the king’s horse?” For an aged man as old as he was, it was quite fast. I couldn’t even tell or describe it, as I found my head slightly to the side a moment later. There I stood with my right cheek red and in pain. As much as I was working out on understanding the ways of the world, I still needed to abide by its rules, and that meant respecting others, especially this one.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t...” He turned around, heading towards his chair. I had screwed things up big time, and I knew that my presence was no longer wanted. So my body got up and went towards the exit while containing tears.

The moment I opened the door, his voice reached me. It felt rough, but it contained a strong will. “Make good use of it.”

Before I closed the door, I clutched the black cover book. It now felt like my way out of the problem I created. In it, there had to be something important that the master wanted to teach me about. ‘I’m so stupid...’

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After arriving at my room, I let out a scream of fury for not thinking about things properly and being too hasty to convey them through my mouth. Once I placed the book on top of the desk, that’s when I noticed something. “I haven’t seen Fafia... since...”

My routine and natural talent for paying attention to people’s habits took the best of me, causing my feet to hasten towards her room further down the hall.

Her tardiness was abnormal. She would usually be one of the first ones to wake up. During this past year, either she or Maia were the ones waking me up and checking up on how I was doing. At night times before bed, it would be Rubia, who dropped by to see if I needed anything. The three of them had been very good for me, very much like three older sisters, each with their own peculiarities. However, Fafia was the one who muttered the word love the most and its multiple meanings, as if infatuated by it to a deep degree that no one else in our base seemed to understand.

The house had rooms for the named on the ground and first floors. Thanks to the successor being me, in other words, a girl, our master put the trio on the same floor as me. This allowed the leftovers to live on the first one, especially the ones who undertook missions. It was closer and easier for them to leave secretly from their room whenever necessary. The house suffered remodeling for this reason and many other things to achieve their purpose, especially the basement and the intricate rooms in there that my presence couldn’t enter. They strictly forbid me from entering them.

My fingers rotated the handle after grabbing it fiercely, very much like the way Timothy took a grab at her legs, and then I entered the room. My eyes met a different view this time around. It looked like a land of smooth silk, a charming light caramel tone to it. Two hills whose middle path between them led on a long road towards a forest down below. 

I gulped at such a sight and approached her. My right hand stood on top of her belly, with my palm resting softly on it. Her warmth reassured me, her breathing made me sure she was fine. ‘You got me worried.’

Her hand moved towards mine and pulled it down below. Unexpectedly, two of my fingers held by her hand and placed exactly on top of her clitoris, where she rotated them a bit while making a happy yet sleepy expression. ‘Does she want me to repeat that or something?’

Innocently, I did as she showed me, intrigued by the consequences that would cause. It didn’t take long to get the hang of it, and after a bit of trying, I realized that doing it slowly caused the biggest reaction on her face. However, as much as that was something new, it caused my heart to burst with nervousness, as it felt like she would wake up at any time, and that scared me. The moment I stopped, my fingers grabbed the linens and covered her body up, leaving the room afterward. 

Once I reached outside, my forehead hit the wall, followed by the right, then the left cheek, cooling myself down with the coldness of that surface. ‘I guess she enjoyed that... didn’t she?’ I became further embarrassed by those thoughts, returning in no time to my room, closing the door behind me.

“Now then...” With a calmer mindset after that adventure to caramel land, my body took me closer to the desk, where I grabbed a seat. Right after, my fingers picked the black cover. I turned it around and read its title. “Principles of war.”

I tilted my head slightly to the left. ‘How is this more important than magic?’ I knew nothing of the world other than what I was told. Despite being a torturer, this was but a task to show loyalty to Ryhn and the brotherhood. At the actual moment of extracting information, I was never permitted to remain inside. Politics and the state of affairs inside the kingdom were also not topics ever mentioned. So a thing as complex as the war was something I had never heard about, other than when the children of the orphanage would say their parents died there, fighting for the god of light. 

‘There’s only one way to know.’ My right index finger began passing pages till I found the first chapter. Once I did, I started reading it with all my attention and conviction, as I had upset the master, so I couldn’t return to him with empty hands.

We created this book in secret under the king Stef Rucal's request. May his name and lineage last an eternal blessing.

‘Rucal... Esteban Rucal...’ My hand gripped tightly, reminded of the boy from the orphanage who kept on lying to me. Without a doubt, I hated that part of him. No matter how much pain and torture I went through, I never told either of them about his name, and never hid anything significant from him. I sighed, displeased, but unwilling to waste more time thinking about that boy. My eyes went onwards to the rest of the contents.

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