Possessing First Energy Level psychic power at eight or nine years old was undoubtedly extremely painful.
After he recovered somewhat, Ian stayed bedridden for over half a month. During that time, the kind-hearted fisherman Sainan, the herbalist Brin, and Elder Pude all came to visit him. Even Viscount Grant entrusted Sheriff Yam to deliver an exceptionally precious "Mind-Focusing Potion" that could ease psychic fluctuations.
After all, the reason Ian's psychic power had suddenly gone out of control was that he had overloaded it while observing the Marsh Crocodile Dragon's weakness—he had been forcing himself to endure it for the previous week, then suffered excessive emotional turmoil upon hearing the Viscount's declaration of the omens of war, leading to his loss of control.
That was the official explanation.
In truth, Ian had nearly recovered from his psychic power going out of control after only one week.
For the remaining two weeks, he had been familiarizing himself with his stronger psychic power and, under Hilliard's guidance, preparing to drink the Sand Armor Apprentice Magic Potion.
"Your psychic power is growing far faster than your body is developing... This isn't normal. Not even the Chosen are like this. Their psychic growth is proportional to their physical growth, at precisely the right degree."
After carefully examining Ian's condition, Hilliard shook his head and commented, "If this continues, your hallucinations will grow increasingly severe. This time, a 'prophecy' exhausted your psychic power, but next time, if you do not have the same good fortune, you will surely descend into the madness of losing control at once."
"Now I know why those legendary prophets were all such mysterious, babbling sorts. It truly wasn't their fault."
Having said this, the old knight sighed and offered the only solution. "If you do not wish to fall into such