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44 – The Young Master (02)

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The 3rd rank beyond the 2nd rank.

The time when one begins to communicate with spirits in earnest and starts using spirit magic instead of ordinary magic.

Sinat had already reached the 2nd rank, but that alone was remarkable.

The wall of the third rank cannot be easily crossed.

Kallen is a very special case.

Her constitution, her imagery, nothing about her is ordinary.

Just the fact that she doesn’t belong to the five attribute system proves it.

Because she is so unique, ordinary standards cannot be applied to her.

Therefore, it was right to see that Sinat’s challenge to the third rank was difficult.

A girl who loves to play purely, striving to bear the name of her family.

Kallen, sitting in the makeshift training ground behind the cabin, was lost in such thoughts as she gazed at Sinat.

“Let’s take a little break.”

Blamia declared a break, and the grueling lessons that had continued since early morning came to a halt.

Sinat sat down on the ground, gasping for breath.

In fact, communion with spirits is not an easy task at all.

Just attempting to communicate consumes mana, and if it continues for a long time, one would be exhausted due to mana deficiency.

“Are you okay?”

Kallen approached Sinat and asked.

Sinat, panting, lifted her head.

She saw Kallen standing behind her, looking down at her, and smiled.

“Kal~.”

Sinat smiled and tapped her head against Kallen’s knee.

A signal that she wanted to rest while leaning on her.

It was a signal only Kallen and Sinat knew.

Kallen slowly sat behind Sinat.

Sinat, as if she had been waiting, leaned back against her.

Her body, drenched in sweat, felt quite warm.

It was enough to guess how earnestly Sinat had been working.

“It’s harder than I thought.”

“It is hard.”

“I’m upset because it’s not going well.”

“It’s okay. It’s originally a difficult task.”

“But Kal did it.”

“I didn’t do it by the book either.”

Although I broke through the third rank at a young age, that was considering my age.

There is a great wizard named Blamia, so Kallen doesn’t need to give advice.

Being something Sinat can lean on and comforting him is enough.

Click, click.

Sinat touched the string of the monocle hanging to the side.

The two brooches attached to the string were shining beautifully.

“Hee.”

Sinat, who was staring blankly at the brooch, smiled at Kallen and stood up.

“Not resting anymore?”

“I’ve rested enough.”

One cannot arbitrarily block passion.

Kallen, returning to his seat, watched Sinat, who had started communicating with the spirit again.

The communication ended late at night.

*

“No, Kal.”

There is no time, but isn’t he overdoing it?

Since Sinat started learning in earnest, he always studied magic for long hours.

Is this the same girl who used to idle around saying she had no interest?

Even before heading to Hiatt, there was a strange feeling,

but the sense of alienation felt after returning was definitely not something only Kallen felt.

She seemed a bit, lacking in leisure.

As if being chased by something.

Sinat was definitely overdoing it.

Kallen suggested taking a break, but the answer was no.

“I can’t rest yet.”

There wasn’t a day Sinat didn’t break out in a cold sweat.

She never parted from the spirit she named Kalyong.

Always communicating.

Except for meal times, she was always communicating to master spirit magic.

Even in such a situation, he never missed leaning against my back.

In Kallen’s eyes, Sinat was clearly overexerting himself.

But what could be done?

He insisted he was fine and refused to rest.

Advice is only possible when the listener is willing to accept it.

If Sinat had no intention of listening, no amount of talking would make a difference.

All Kallen could do was make it a bit more comfortable for Sinat to lean on him.

That evening.

The wooden ceiling was familiar to his eyes.

Kallen had just entered the room and lay down after watching Sinat knock on the door of the third realm until late.

Being by the side of someone pouring out their passion might be a bit tiring.

One might unknowingly overexert themselves, influenced by that passion.

Whether Sinat’s drive was passion or reckless overexertion,

Kallen seemed to understand, but decided to watch a bit longer.

After all, it was the family that played a decisive role in Sinat’s reluctance to let him go.

To Sinat, Dranus was at least as precious as Kallen thought of Blamia and Sinat.

The opportunity to achieve that had come.

It wasn’t incomprehensible to throw oneself into it with all one’s might.

The third realm was not easy.

Bearing the name of Dranus was that difficult.

Kallen quietly sighed and looked out the window.

The Dranus family had not collapsed, yet it was in a state of collapse.

The reason was that it still maintained the form of a ‘family’.

And also because it was only maintaining its form without a head.

The minimum number of people to form a family existed, but the bloodline of the family was absent.

That was the current state of the Dranus family.

Blamia had left the family on her own due to past events, so it was a natural course.

Reviving the Dranus family meant that Blamia and Sinat would return to a family that was barely maintaining its form.

Sinat willingly bore the name of Dranus.

Blamia still helps Sinat, who has a lot to learn.

I heard that Blamia is handling the tasks promised by Lacatus and Hiatt well.

It was clear that the opposing forces would not stand still, so it was not something that could be achieved in a short time.

Nevertheless, the top aristocrats of the past.

The two top aristocrats of the present have joined forces, so it is safe to say that the revival is practically certain.

The only concern left is Sinat.

The girl who will bear the name Dranus, which will plunge the empire into chaos.

Despite her poor appearance.

The girl who just smiled purely.

Sinat, who called me a friend when I was crawling at the bottom.

With the belief that Sinat can do well,

I can’t help but worry that it might be too burdensome for the still young girl.

If I received the grace of salvation from Blamia,

I also received a different kind of grace from Sinat.

I just hope she doesn’t get buried under the too heavy name.

As I was looking out the window.

Flap-

Something even darker than the dark night flew there.

“…Kalryong?”

No matter how many times I say it, it’s a name I can’t get used to.

Kallen stood up in surprise.

Of course.

If the caster does not operate mana, the spirit cannot manifest in reality from the spirit world.

Kallen confirmed that Sinat was sound asleep.

He couldn’t understand how the spirit named Kalryong could move independently while its master was asleep.

“How did you… Ugh!”

The crack occurred at that moment.

A crack.

There was no other way to explain it.

Kallen felt as if his head was splitting in that instant.

“Save Sinat.”

Something in my mind.

I felt something indescribable flowing in.

It was words, but I couldn’t say I heard them.

Communication through language.

But it was fundamentally different from language or words.

There is a reason why I expressed it as ‘felt.’

If I had to describe it.

The language of spirits.

Something humans cannot understand began to stir in Kallen’s mind.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his head felt like it was going to explode.

Through the crimson-stained vision, he saw a dark beast looking this way.

“What… do you… mean… kuh!”

Save him?

Does that mean Sinat is in danger?

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The situation came too suddenly.

There were too many questions to ask, but his mouth wouldn’t open.

Extreme pain.

The spirit shook its head as if it couldn’t go on any longer and dissolved its form.

It returned to the spirit world.

A brief silence followed.

Kallen took a moment to catch his breath and left the room.

“Sinat.”

A loud sound of the door opening.

“Ugh.”

Sinat, who had been sleeping soundly enough to stain the pillow, was startled by the sound that echoed in the quiet night,

making a strange noise and blinking his eyes.

“K-Kallen…?”

The boy with bloodshot eyes,

was seen striding this way.

Is this a dream?

No, it didn’t seem like it, as I had just dreamed of the same boy.

“Are you okay?”

Kallen hurriedly approached Sinat and checked his condition.

“Uh…?”

It seemed like he was asking the wrong person if they were okay.

Sinat tried to hold onto his drowsy mind.

“What happened?”

“…”

Without answering, Kallen examined him here and there.

With a worried look, he let out a deep sigh.

He knew he was overdoing it.

But it was something he had prepared for from the beginning when he sent Kallen off weakly.

Had he worried him so much that he barged into his room in the middle of the night while he was sleeping?

Sinat quietly engraved that worried look into his mind, then pulled Kallen’s head into an embrace and patted it.

“It’s okay, Kallen.”

His cherished pajamas would get wrinkled, but

what could he do?

He didn’t know what had happened, but Kallen was worried about him.

With a pleasant feeling that he was that precious to Kallen,

Sinat asked for the reason.

The name that came out of Kallen’s mouth was that of the spirit he had contracted with.