In late October, the desolate autumn wind swept up withered yellow leaves, carrying the chill of late autumn as it brushed past the wooden louvered window.
The shrubs growing thickly in the courtyard had revealed their bare twigs, ready at any moment to welcome the harsh winter.
In the bedroom on the second floor, the communication crystal ball on the desktop glowed faintly, projecting a semi-transparent three-dimensional magic image into midair.
"Father."
Facing the image in midair, Anvis, dressed in an academy uniform, wore a proper smile and gave a slight bow, graceful and composed.
"Anvis, give me an explanation."
Duke Carlot's azure eyes watched Anvis sternly, his tone carrying a hint of confusion.
Butler Leonard had already relayed Anvis's actions during this period to him. Although acquiring some Cursed Lands was no big deal, he found it strange that Anvis would do this.
"You mean my use of family power to make a massive acquisition of Cursed Lands, correct?"
Anvis smiled faintly, his expression unchanged as he met Duke Carlot's gaze.
"In fact, I achieved some special deciphering results from relic items in the Pamir Mystic-type Grand Library."
As he spoke, as if to substantiate his words, Anvis took out two broken lead-gray metal plates. Judging from the shape of their fractures, they had once been one piece in the distant past.
The surface of one metal plate was covered in strange silver-white lines, carrying faint mana fluctuations. It seemed to be some kind of ancient secret art array.
"I discovered these relic items in the Era of the Old Gods—Sector 27—Unknown Civilization Zone. They are made from a low-rank magical metal called Silver Vein Lead.
"During my research, I accidentally discovered that the array on one of the metal plates could be infused with mana at a specific