Warlock Apprentice

In the chilly evening breeze, Angor followed behind Butler Goode and came to Phantom Island.

Upon entering Sunders’ study, Angor saw Sunders sitting in front of his desk with his legs crossed while watching something in the crystal ball transmitter in his hand.

Angor moved closer and realized the crystal ball showed one of his Sky Tower matches.

Sunders was watching a fight when Angor fought against an Elementalist apprentice in Level 2.

Angor silently watched his own figure from another perspective and felt a bit embarrassed. In the crystal ball, he had already constructed his line of defense and was now shooting his golden bolts while telling his opponent to surrender in a faked low voice. During that fight, Angor thought he had created a really successful image for Baron Milk. But now… man, the shame!

“Eternal Resurrection! Ha! Lay down your weapon and give up, or my next attack will land on your throat!” His fake voice came from the crystal ball.

He said that out without giving it much thought during the fight. In Sunders’ study though, terrible uneasiness crept up on his skin when he saw himself talking like that. More importantly, Sunders just gave him a curious glance which worsened it.

The gentleman took Angor into the study, found a notebook from his drawer, and handed it to Angor.

Angor opened to book and saw all kinds of spell models and characters which were tightly written on every page.

The handwriting suggested that Sunders composed the notebook himself.

“You didn’t tell me anything for months, so I thought you weren’t interested in the garden of purification. I called you here today to see how well you understand your true self, and to give this notebook to you if you’re qualified for it,” Sunders chuckled. “To be frank, your progress is quite surprising. The way you fought in Sky Tower is still immature since you only use extra help to do everything for you. But those defensive spells looked well practiced. One of them even showed your true self a little. No test is necessary now. You can take the book.

“There’s no doubt that your talent lies in Illusions, but the exact direction still remains to be seen. The notebook contains the basic cantrips of an Illusionist, so try to learn them. Next time you come, tell me which one feels more suitable to you or which one gives you more inspirations.”

Basic Illusionist cantrips!

Sunders never taught Angor cantrips in order to allow the boy to look for his own path. He even prohibited Flora from instructing Angor. Today, Sunders just gave him these basic spells!

Angor was filled with joy and looked at Sunders with a thankful expression. He no longer had to rent books about illusions from Cloud Library!

“Whilst battling Dripping River, the sandy cantrip you used already possessed a faint trace of truth. Instead of wondering in the wizarding world aimlessly, I hope you can keep it up and find your own path of truth soon.”

“Sandy cantrip? You mean ‘Dust’, professor?” Angor quickly realized that Sunders was talking about his new cantrip.

“Dust? A good name. It’s a lot weaker than Sandstorm, but it has almost the same principle as Sandstorm.”

“Dust is a variant of Dust Removal. I rearranged its element combination.”

Angor was wondering though. Rearranging element combination was an easy task, and most apprentices could do it. But why did the professor say that he had a “faint trace of truth”?

Isn’t truth something that’s only related to ultimate wizards?