After finishing his soup, Lance placed the spoon down and stood up.
"I'm done eating. I'm going back to rest," he said calmly—though his eyes carried a spark of excitement.
'He wasn't planning to rest at all. Finally, I can experiment with magic properly, he grinned internally as he got up from the table.'
"Alright, dear. Rest early," his mother, Cecil, said softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. Her eyes followed him fondly as he bounded up the stairs, humming under his breath.
The moment Lance disappeared upstairs, Roy leaned back in his chair and chuckled.
"You saw that, right? He has no intention going to sleep at all ."
"Of course I know, as his mother I always know what he will do even before he decides what he will do." Cecil replied with a mysterious smile. "I already handled it."
"Huh? Handled wh—"
Upstairs, just as Lance reached his bed, his steps suddenly grew heavy. His eyelids drooped. A wave of exhaustion washed over him out of nowhere.
"…What the—?"
He fell face-first onto the bed, already half asleep.
Within seconds, he was out cold.
Downstairs, Roy blinked in surprise.
"The cream you added to his soup had a sleep-inducing effect?" he asked, half-amused and half-shocked.
"You drugged our son," Roy said, still processing the situation. "You actually drugged him."
Cecil turned her head toward him, smiling sweetly—but there was a dangerous edge to it.
"Are you saying I did something wrong?" she asked.
Roy straightened immediately.
"Wrong? No, no—of course not," he laughed nervously. "In fact, brilliant strategy. Perfect parenting. Amazing wife."
Her smile returned to its gentle warmth.
"That's what I thought."
"You know, dear, sometimes you're downright frightening." Roy muttered.
Cecil turned to him slowly, her smile fading into something serene yet dangerous. She rested a hand on his waist and asked in a silky voice,
"Are you saying that I'm scary? And regret marrying me?"
Roy's back straightened immediately. "No, no, not at all. How could I ever think such a thing — even in my dreams? I chose you. I would choose you again and again." he said with practiced calm, earning a faint, knowing smile from her.
Roy embraces Cecil said softly. "Tell me, Cecil—why would I, Roy Valentine, son of Duke Valentine—heir to the most powerful noble house second only to the 3 royal house —abandon everything, break off a royal engagement, defy the family name… just to live here in the common realm if I regret marrying you?" As he put his hands on his wife's waist looked her in the eyes and kissed her.
After a long time did Roy let go of her lips.
"I know" Cecil answered "The only problem is you again and again push Lance to train magic and get him injured."
Roy embraced Cecil "I only try to train him so he can become the best version of himself, like I said you may not realize it but your son is a prodigy in mana control he has a ungodly level of control over his mana his current control over it is the same level of when I got my grimoire at 15 and he is just 10 and his mana capacity also surpass me."Reasoned Roy.
She lovingly looked into Roy's eyes "Are you still obsessed with that, I have no desire nor expect Lance to Inherit house of valentine he doesn't ever need to know of that, I am perfectly content just as we are."
"No, it's his birth right and your deserving place to be the mother of the head of house valentine it's your rightful place, for that I am training him so he can become powerful enough that my father can realize his mistake and gladly accept you as his daughter-in law."Roy declared.
A few days later:
The sun hung lazily above as a soft wind stirred the grass. Behind the wooden house, a wide field stretched toward the forest, dotted with old training dummies, broken logs, and a smany sparce tree whose yellowed leaves clung on stubbornly.
A few days passed since that quiet dinner, and behind his house is a very large open field with many sparce trees and beyond that is a forest so this place became Lance's personal training ground.
Lance stood ten meters away from it, arm raised.
"Mana Bullet."
A sharp burst of compressed mana shot from his fingertip. Tchack! The leaf trembled, then slowly drifted down.
"Finally," Lance muttered, a hint of satisfaction tugging at his lips. "That's the last one."
He dropped to sit in the grass, wiping sweat from his forehead. Controlling mana hadn't been this hard before—before those sealed memories awakened. It took him an entire 3days just to rebuild his previous precision.
"Alright," he exhaled, eyes sharpening. "Let's reorganize what I can currently do.
He stretched out a single finger, condensing mana into a needle point.
Fwip! He fired again at the tree.
The bark dented slightly.Very low power but very easy to control' and use and very little mana.
Next He gathered mana bullets on 10 fingers all at once and BAP-BAP-BAP-BAP-BAP-BAP-BAP-BAP-BAP-BAP!
Last , he condensed mana bullet on his palm then slowly Increse the size of the bullet to the size of a Basket ball then compress the mana into a smaller size about the size of a tennis ball then threw it out as the ball landed it exploded making a loud bang and a crater the size of a adults palm appeared on the landing spot.
These three are the technique Mana bullet , Mana Bullet Scatter shot and Mana grenade along with mana sensing and enforcement magic are the techniques my father taught me in the past.
And a new technique I developed the past 2 days is this Bullet rain Release mana to your surrounding about a meter from your body and then condense them into multiple mana bullets more more and shoot a rain of mana bullets bombarded a training dummy his father made which didn't even budge.
"I can only condense 43 bullets currently at the same time compared to 300 my father created without breaking a sweat when I told him my idea it's nothing. "
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Comment if you like it.Will be back to grimoire awakening in next chapter.