This was Roland's nephew, Young John, whom he had supported ever since he first rose to prominence. By now, the young man had graduated from the Wendis Mage Tower and been working for several years.
His aptitude was ordinary, and he really only had the makings of a lower-tier arcanist.
But having a good uncle had ultimately given him access to resources he would never otherwise have received, raising him to the level of an intermediate teaching assistant-a second-rank arcanist.
His spellcaster rank had also reached the third rank.
"Young John, I never imagined you'd be this grown-up in the blink of an eye.
Where are you working now? What do you do?"
Roland showed just the right amount of concern as his father's cousin.
Like the uncle in "My Uncle Jules," he had long been a legendary figure among the people back home.
Occasionally, he needed to come back down to earth.
"Uncle, I'm currently a senior instructor at Saint Lesim Academy in Rune City. I'm responsible for the seventh-grade mage apprentice class, teaching their specialized Seris courses."
"Oh? You're actually a Seris teacher?"
"My Seris proficiency is level six now."
Young John spoke with a measure of pride.
What outsiders did not know, however, was how hard-won that level six had been.
Because he had still been young when Roland made his name, the people around him were always telling him, "You must study Seris properly," and, "How can Roland's nephew not learn Seris?"
As he grew older, his situation had not eased. Instead, it had become even more absurd.
"You graduated from a mage tower with only level four? That's disgraceful!" "John, come translate this document for me..."
An ordinary apprentice mage might have been able to slack off, skip classes, or simply muddle through.
But as