Warlock Apprentice

Compared to the Old Earth, the Land of Revelation could be considered a “real” continent while the Old Earth was only a remote, marginalized island. The Land of Revelation was still far from Fey Continent when it came to importance, but at least wizards still considered the place worthwhile.

Dove was an exchange student appointed by the Silverheron Royal Wizard Group. He was going to the Tower of Hurricane at the south of Fey Continent to “exchange study”.

At least Dove said those himself.

However, every talent on the ship knew the fact that this Silverheron Royal Wizard Group was merely created by apprentice wizards from the Tower of Hurricane who could not break through into formal wizards after they left their mentors. Thanks to the relationships they previously had in the Tower of Hurricane, they could earn themselves some quota for recommended talents.

The “exchange student” was complete nonsense. An organization with thousands of years of history and groups of formal wizards would exchange students with an apprentice group built by weaklings? Seriously?

Everyone knew, but no one spoke that out, for they would not dare to offend Dove. They were weak, but they were still supernaturals. Rumor said that there was an apprentice in the Silverheron Royal Wizard Group who was very close to a formal wizard. This man returned to the Central Empire in disappointment because he could not find his destiny for a breakthrough.

The relationship, added by Central Empire’s great financial resources, was enough reason for everyone to avoid offending Dove. He might be an arrogant, spoiled playboy, but people around him could only bear with it.

The poor versus a rich noble.

The man looked at the bleeding Dove with an unyielding delight. He then let out a bloodthirsty grin, satisfied by his revenge.

The once arrogant prince looked at the man with disbelief and hatred. There was also regret behind his angered expression.

“Nice. The story behind these guys is sure to keep Mana talking for a whole year.”

Angor recalled the moment when he heard Head Maid Mana gossiping about the infamous, cheating Waterford noble scum.

Angor shook his head and prepared to leave the dining hall. He did not have time for such outdated plots.

When he stood up, a middle-aged noble lady with silver hair appeared on the scene.

Angor heard about the elegant lady before. She was Lady Merlin, a Level-3 Apprentice Wizard stationed on The Redbud. She was from Tower of Hurricane.

Since Lady Merlin was here, the poor young man’s fate should be clear—wait! What? Angor watched in surprise as Lady Merlin stepped to the center while completely oblivious of the dying Dove lying on the ground. She looked at the young assailant up and down with delight on her face instead.

She waved a hand and all taints on the young man’s body instantly vanished.

“What’s your name?” Lady Merlin asked him.

“Easley, Lady Merlin, ma’am. My name is Easley,” said the young man as he responded politely. He did not say his family name because he did not have one. A family name represented family inheritance. He was an orphan and “Easley” was the name of a hound belonged to a nobleman he once served. To get himself a name, he fought with the hound for his life until he finally snapped the beast’s neck. That was when the noble gave the name “Easley” to him.

“Easley… Good, I’ll remember that. You’re good. You channeled your mana pool very quickly. Maybe your spiritual power talent is beyond 20?” Lady Merlin reached out a hand and put it on Easley’s forehead.

“As I predicted, you were born with a spiritual power of 23. It will help you save much time. You will train ten times faster than ordinary talents. No wonder you can channel your mana so quickly,” said Lady Merlin. She smiled and spoke to the young man, “I only told you the principle of Optic Confusion half a month ago, and you can already cast it. This means you understand the knowledge of light and shadow well. Splendid. Truly splendid!

“Remember, all spells are based on a wizard’s knowledge and mana. They are mutually important. You have stepped into the gate of an apprentice wizard. Move to the top floor from now on.”

With that, Lady Merlin left without looking back.

Dove, on the other hand, was taking his last breath on the ground now. As Lady Merlin’s figure disappeared from the dining hall, Dove’s expression changed from despair to stiffness. No one helped. His body turned cold under everyone’s indifferent gaze.

Easley, the killer, looked at the corpse on the ground. He then grinned and left the room as well.

No one complained. No one stopped him. At least Easley made a difference on this ship and became someone who could dominate over another’s life.

Angor left the hall in silence. Now he truly understood that there was no black and white in the wizarding world. Justice or evil did not mean a thing to them.

The Silverheron Royal Wizard Group belonged to the same organization as Lady Merlin. Even then, Lady Merlin did not care about Dove, not even a glance. This completely explained how cruel wizards could be towards common people.

After this incident, Angor tried even harder to conceal his presence. Without protection, Death’s scythe was constantly placed against his own neck. This was a reality – the uncovered, brutal reality in the world of wizards.