After explaining everything, Aurelian quickly left the training ground.
After what had just happened, he trusted that Master could train these youths who were unlike ordinary boys very well.
Charles held Black Blood as he stood nearby, studying the youths around his own age.
He was already an apprentice knight. The knight commander had told him that if he was lucky, or if he had potions, he could advance in one leap to Body Integration-level magic power and become a formal knight.
Only then could he truly swear fealty to Lord Aurelian, become a real knight, and fulfill the dream he had always held.
But all of a sudden, his gaze dimmed. A hollow emptiness filled his heart, without even a trace of excitement over his dream about to come true.
Why was that? Charles asked himself.
The sense of emptiness took hold of his heart.
He looked at these sallow-faced, emaciated youths his own age. If they passed the knight trial in the future, they too would become apprentice knights.
Suddenly, a sharp gaze collided with his!
It was as vicious and ruthless as a starving wolf's, seemingly carrying a hint of provocation.
That gaze vanished in a flash, as the youth turned his head away to look elsewhere.
Charles frowned. What was with that person? He didn't seem to have provoked him before.
But he paid it no mind, treating it as some trivial everyday matter and letting it pass.
Still, he remembered that youth's appearance.
Short black hair, and an ugly scar like a centipede.
Aurelian returned to the castle. He was in a very good mood today, his face brimming with smiles.
Old Will had long since prepared lunch.
A golden roasted lamb leg dripping with fat, an entire fragrant roast chicken, and a bowl of