Chapter 791

If Guilliman had been given another chance, he felt he would have spent every precious hour of weekly leisure learning magic.

Then he would not have had to suffer through his current predicament.

"Calm your mind. What did I tell you? Hm? Surely the esteemed Imperial Regent can manage a little thing like this?"

The Mage sternly reprimanded Guilliman, making no effort to lower his voice, while the Victrix Guard outside treated it as nothing more than background noise—and even quietly took a few steps farther away.

Guilliman badly wanted to retort that meditation and calming one's mind were not the same thing at all, and that it was not some little thing either. But he knew perfectly well that he could not possibly best the Mage in a simple verbal exchange, so in the end he did not speak.

He simply continued making the attempt honestly.

Meditation was as difficult as ever.

Someone as mentally active as him was never especially suited to meditation. In the magical system He Shenyan had gradually organized, people like him should have had other methods of drawing in magical power, but He Shenyan did not want Guilliman to do that.

There were many reasons, and the most straightforward was this: the quality of magical power obtained through meditation would always be the highest. When it came to his own apprentice, He Shenyan did have certain standards.

Moreover, he believed that Guilliman would absolutely be able to meditate freely one day. A politician might have to keep the treacherous, complex political situation in mind at all times, but he was also a Primarch. It was impossible for him not to have even this much talent.

After an unknown length of time, Guilliman finally entered a complete meditative state.

He heard the Mage's voice coming