Could they stop celebrating already?
Leon sat at the table, his tiny hands holding a slice of toast as his parents continued to sing praises about his magic circle. He was flattered, sure, but at this point, he just wanted answers.
"Please, just tell me what an Elemental Circle is already…" he sighed, setting his toast down.
"Ah, right! Sorry, sweetie!" his mother exclaimed, brushing back her silvery hair as her golden eyes gleamed. "An Elemental Circle happens very rarely. Usually, a magician creates one only after reaching the 5th Tier—that's when someone gains the official title of Elemental Magician."
Leon leaned in, his sharp elven ears twitching in curiosity.
"To form one, the elements a magician has the strongest affinity with are infused into their Magic Circle during Tier advancement," Faylen continued, sketching with her fingers in the air to draw an example. "Once this happens, the circle becomes attuned to those elements, granting enormous boosts to spells of that nature."
"And what's the downside?" Leon asked, his mind ever-focused on the details.
"Well," Allan interjected this time, setting down his tea, "while your elemental spells will be incredibly powerful and efficient, casting spells outside of those elements will become harder. You're essentially specializing."
Leon nodded, absorbing the information. "Is it possible to infuse more elements into it later?"
Faylen placed a finger on her chin. "Hmm… it's not common, but with your Triple S-Grade Talent? Honestly, anything might be possible. The original Hero and Saint both had that level of talent… and they mastered all the elements."
"All of them?" Leon blinked. "That sounds awesome."
His mind began to drift as he imagined it—himself, standing atop a mountain, wind blowing through his cloak, controlling fire, water, earth, wind, light, darkness, and every element in between. A legend reborn.
Perhaps he could be like the fabled Witch of the Slime Plains, who became invincible by doing nothing but slaying slimes for three centuries. That silly tale always amused him.
Could he become like that? A being of unmatched magical might who could live peacefully, protecting those he loved?
He nodded to himself. "Yeah… one day I'll master all elements. I'll make my Magic Circle into a rainbow."
His mother laughed softly. "That sounds like a fun dream, Leon."
"But I don't feel that special," he muttered. "Maybe the readings were wrong…"
"Don't say that!" Faylen scolded gently, crouching beside him. "I've seen through thousands of souls, Leon. My eyes do not lie. You are incredibly gifted—more than even your father and I were."
He sighed and poked at his toast. "Okay, fine… Can I eat now?"
"Oh!" his mother and father both backed away from their son, embarrassed.
"Of course!" Allan chuckled.
Finally, the breakfast resumed. The table was spread with thick slices of toasted bread, butter, and sweet strawberry jam. There were also creamy cheeses, salted ham, cured salami, and some of the finest herbal teas and milk. It was all delicious, and Leon knew he was spoiled. He worried sometimes that eating this much might make him chubby, but his mother often reassured him that his fast metabolism burned through food like fire through dry leaves.
Beyond food, however, Leon's mind was spinning with thoughts. New ambitions had taken root in the past few years—things he hadn't truly considered when he was just trying to survive his first year in this new world.
For one, he wanted to tame a monster.
Not just one, actually. He wanted to build a small army of familiars—beasts and spirits alike, bound to him through Soul Bonds, ready to fight and protect.
But was he even capable of taming monsters? It wasn't the same as forming a spiritual pact with a willing spirit like Naturia.
Still… he had to try someday.
He also wanted to revisit the training of his past life. The movements, the dagger techniques, the silent steps of an assassin—he had once mastered these arts. He wanted to see if his skills from Earth could be refined with this world's magic. He remembered how he once opened locked doors with stealth spells, eliminated evildoers who deserved no mercy, and danced in the shadows.
If he could regain those skills now and blend them with his magic, he would become even more dangerous.
Thankfully, there was Shade, Aquarina's father. From what Leon had heard, Shade was a true master of the shadow arts. Maybe… he could become Leon's mentor.
On the other hand, there was also Allan, his father—master of Martial Arts and Fire Magic. If there was anyone who could teach him to use his fire affinity to its full potential, it was him.
Leon wanted to learn both: swordplay, magic, stealth, and survival. He wanted to be prepared for anything.
At just four years of age, he knew some might call him foolish. But he wasn't really four—he had lived a full life before. And this time… he had the chance to prepare properly.
He knew his parents wouldn't always be there to protect him. Eventually, he would need to set off on his own. And when he did, he wanted to be strong enough to survive—and protect others.
Perhaps one day, he would even travel the world, uncover its hidden truths, face ancient threats, and challenge the unknown. He didn't just want strength for its own sake. He wanted freedom. He wanted peace.
Of course, he still wished for more variety in life. The tribe was lovely, and the Amazon people kind, but Leon longed to see more—more cities, more people, more stories.
As for the System, it had also been evolving in the background. Over the last three years, Leon had noticed something fascinating. While the glitches were still there, some were slowly vanishing.
Apparently, the System was absorbing ambient energy and refining itself. The souls of slain monsters—whether by him or others nearby—helped it recover.
It wasn't much yet, but Leon estimated that dozens of error nodes had been patched. The System was stabilizing.
And then… a sudden thought struck him.
Wasn't his Magic Circle now linked to the System itself?
What did that even mean?
Could he… cast System Spells now?
That thought sent a chill down his spine and a smirk to his lips.
"That would be weird… right?" he muttered, eyeing the System window.
…Or maybe not.
Maybe, just maybe…
He would try it tomorrow.
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