Rodman glanced at Enrique's stubborn face and let out a deep, helpless sigh.
His youngest son had grown up. He had even learned to talk back to his father.
"You really don't want to go?" Rodman asked gravely.
"No!" Enrique answered loudly. "What's the point of learning carpentry from Uncle? I want to learn magic!"
"But you don't have any talent for magic. Didn't Mage Musoto in town already tell you that?" Rodman continued trying to persuade him.
"Hmph! He was lying!" Enrique shook the newspaper clenched in his hand hard twice. "It says right here that anyone could learn magic! Why can't I?"
Rodman looked at the copy of the Candel Daily in Enrique's hand with a headache coming on, smiling bitterly to himself.
That damned Xu Yi, that damned Xinfei Merchant Guild. Why did they have to come up with this blasted claim that everyone had magical talent? Enrique had already given up on magic, but now his hopes had flared back to life, and he wanted to run off and study it again.
Mage Musoto had made it perfectly clear before: Enrique did not have even the slightest talent for magic. He had spent an entire week failing to learn even the simplest spell. How could he possibly become a truly powerful mage?
Yet after reading the report in this newspaper, Enrique had treated it like a revelation from a true god. He believed it without a shred of doubt, insisting that he wanted to study magic and flatly refusing Rodman's arrangement for him to learn carpentry from his uncle.
As far as Rodman was concerned, what use was learning magic?
Even if Xu Yi and his Xinfei Merchant Guild were telling the truth, and Enrique really did have a chance of learning magic, Mage Musoto had