Jeanne

He admired the girl's beauty.

Well, the only flaw was.

She had no expression...

Aurelian's mind returned to calm, and memories of this beautiful maid immediately surfaced in his mind.

This was Jeanne d'Arc, the personal maid assigned to him by Otto.

However, he had not seen anyone for some time, so he still felt quite unfamiliar with this personal maid who existed only in his memories.

It was a pity that although the original owner was at an age where his blood ran hot, he was a repressed person who only dared to think about things in his heart; he had never even touched this maid's hand.

After washing up under Jeanne's service, Aurelian glanced at the still expressionless Jeanne and said to Old Will with an elegant, gentlemanly smile.

"Mr. Will, arrange a vacant room for me. I feel like the magic power in my body has regressed lately, and I need to cultivate."

Now that he was full, it was time to verify whether the text on the Stone Book was true!

"Very well, I shall arrange it at once."

Old Will nodded meticulously.

In an empty room, Aurelian was all alone, with his personal maid Jeanne guarding just outside the door to prevent anyone from accidentally disturbing him.

Sitting cross-legged on a large bed, Aurelian tried his best to calm himself down.

His predecessor's forced breakthrough to Lower Rank Magic had indeed caused him great trouble.

Besides physical weakness, he could not use magic power at will.

Otherwise, his whole body would tremble, and he would feel as if he were about to explode.

Relying on instinct, he condensed a ball of purple light in his hand.

"Magic power."

Feeling the scorching heat from his palm, a powerful force surged within it.

Magic power had strengthened his physical constitution; whether it was speed or strength, he felt he was now at least a dozen times stronger than an ordinary person.

In the world of his previous life, he would undoubtedly be a little superman.

However, he soon felt a violent burning sensation, stinging his nerves, and the hand he used to release the magic power began to tremble.

A bead of sweat rolled down Aurelian's cheek, and his face turned pale.

In this world, human cultivation of magic power is divided into seven levels: Body Integration, Source Gathering, Lower Rank, Middle Rank, Upper Rank, Saint Rank, and Crown Rank.

Crown Rank was merely a legend; in Aurelian's memory, it seemed that no human had ever reached such a level.

But Saint Rank was more realistic.

Aurelian's father, King Otto Archimonde of the Star Empire, was a powerhouse whose magic power had reached the Saint Rank.

Controlling the succession of several vassal states and governing a vast kingdom stretching from the Endless Sea in the west to the Great Desert of Death in the east, he was one of the supreme rulers.

Even the Sanctuary Church, with its churches and priests spread across all major human nations, had to watch his expression and dared not offend him lightly.

"So, what exactly should I do?"

Gritting his teeth hard, Aurelian squeezed a few words through his teeth.

The Stone Book did not specify how to perform Magic Refinement, and Aurelian was at a loss.

Could it really be a hallucination caused by not being accustomed to the local environment?

The blood vessels in Aurelian's body were bulging; if he continued to force his magic power to circulate, he would be on the verge of death.

Suddenly, Aurelian felt a chill throughout his body.

The magic power within him had gone berserk!

He suddenly felt the excruciating pain throughout his body double, as if countless insects were tearing at every inch of his flesh and blood.

"Damn it! Why so sudden?"

As the Magic Refinement began abruptly, Aurelian had no time to react before he was tortured by this intense pain.

"It hurts, it hurts! Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh!"

His voice grew higher, wave after wave, and he collapsed onto the large bed, rolling back and forth.

Fortunately, the room was well soundproofed, otherwise the entire castle would surely have been in an uproar!

After a bout of turmoil, the wind finally died down and the rain ceased.

Aurelian lay weakly on the bed, his whole body soaked in hot sweat, as if he had just been fished out of boiling water.

Feeling the magic power within him, the sense of instability in his magic circulation had been replaced by an unprecedented feeling of fullness and solidity.

He was now a genuine Lower Rank Magic transcendent.

"This feeling of fulfillment puts my heart at ease."

Magic power, brilliant as the stars, radiated from Aurelian's palm.

Jumping off the bed, his complexion quickly recovered from bloodless pale to a normal color, and it even glowed with a vibrant vitality.

"Finally caught up to William and the others."

Aurelian felt his whole body was much lighter, though his clothes were already soaked with sweat.

The William he mentioned was King Otto's eldest son, William Archmond, and he also had a younger sister and brother.

Fiona Archmond and Edward Archmond.

The eldest prince, William Archmond, had also reached the Lower Rank Magic level at the age of sixteen, and two years had already passed since then.

William was likely even further along now, attempting to promote to the Middle Rank Magic level.

The second princess, Fiona Archmond, was about the same age as Aurelian.

Aurelian guessed that she was also about to break through to the Lower Rank Magic level, and she had extremely high talent in swordsmanship.

Her swordsmanship pursued the ultimate beauty and sharpness.

She even declared that whoever could defeat her in swordsmanship could become her fiancé.

But facts proved that countless suitors who fell for her beauty had become ghosts under her sword, making countless male nobles tremble with fear.

As for the little prince Edward, who was even younger than Aurelian, in the original owner's memory, he was a very black-bellied, scheming boy.

Moreover, his potential was immense; according to the High Priest of the temple, he possessed the potential to theoretically reach the Crown Rank.

Hiss! How terrifying!

He was called by the priests the Destined One, the Breaker of the Long Night.

Opening the door, he said to the maid guarding the side.

"Jeanne, help me prepare bathwater; I need to bathe."

"My lord, have you reached the Lower Rank Magic level?"

Jeanne was a bit of an airhead; she tilted her head and asked.

"Aha?"