《Of Death and Politics》 House Rest Chapter 1: House Rest The mansion of House Rest loomed over the city of Dracaena like a sentinel of stone. Its towers, carved from dark granite and laced with glowing runes, cut stark silhouettes against the gray sky. Everything about it spoke of power, control, and unyielding martial tradition. Inside, the atmosphere was cold but orderly, as if the very walls knew that discipline was expected within. In a secluded chamber deep within the mansion, Robert Sigismund Rest hovered a few feet above the polished marble floor. The faint shimmer of ¡°Levitate¡± [1st Circle] surrounded his body, holding him effortlessly in the air. His legs, weakened by years of disuse, hung limply beneath him, but his posture remained straight. Concentration etched lines into his youthful face as he directed his attention to the three skeletal warriors before him. The skeletal figures were armed with rusted swords, their empty eye sockets staring blankly ahead. Robert raised his hand slightly, and the skeletal warriors mimicked the motion with perfect precision. ¡®Control. It¡¯s all about control,¡¯ he thought, narrowing his eyes. ¡°Parry, feint, riposte!¡± he commanded, his voice echoing softly in the chamber. The skeletons moved with a speed and fluidity that belied their bony forms. Two clashed with a series of practiced sword strikes, while the third shifted aside with a quick parry, its sword-arm darting forward in a sudden thrust. Robert watched the display with a critical eye, analyzing every movement. ¡°Too slow,¡± he murmured, making a quick flicking gesture with his fingers. The lead skeleton stumbled back, its stance collapsing under Robert¡¯s telekinetic force. He sighed and let the ¡°Telekinetic Grip¡± [2nd Circle] fade. The skeletal warriors stood still, awaiting his next command. But Robert didn¡¯t give one. ¡®It¡¯s still not enough,¡¯ he mused, letting his gaze drift to his limp legs. ¡®Not strong enough. Not fast enough. Not¡­ alive enough.¡¯ The door to the chamber creaked open, and a burst of energy entered the room in the form of a young boy with tousled brown hair. Bogdan, his younger brother, strode in with a wide grin on his face. If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. ¡°Robert! Mother said Uncle Frank is arriving today!¡± Bogdan¡¯s voice, full of enthusiasm, bounced off the stone walls. ¡°He¡¯s probably bringing something amazing from Malcesburgia!¡± Robert couldn¡¯t help the faint smile that tugged at his lips. He gently lowered himself to the ground, the faint glow of ¡°Levitate¡± fading as his feet touched the floor. ¡°I know, Bogdan,¡± Robert replied, his voice soft but steady. ¡°But you shouldn¡¯t barge in like that. I could have been in the middle of¡ª¡± ¡°¡ªsomething terribly important, I know.¡± Bogdan finished the sentence with an exaggerated wave of his hand. ¡°But you¡¯re always doing something important, Robert. Uncle Frank won¡¯t be here for long, and Mother said you should come to greet him.¡± Robert glanced back at the skeletal warriors, still standing in formation. With a casual flick of his wrist, he dismissed them. They crumbled into piles of bones that slid soundlessly into the chamber¡¯s shadowy corners. ¡°I¡¯ll be there in a moment,¡± he said, turning back to his brother. Bogdan¡¯s grin didn¡¯t falter. ¡°Good. You should at least try to look a little more excited. Uncle Frank always brings the best gifts, doesn¡¯t he? Remember the enchanted ink he brought last time? The one that lets you write letters that only the recipient can read?¡± Robert nodded absently, though his mind was already drifting elsewhere. Uncle Frank¡¯s gifts were indeed extraordinary, but they weren¡¯t just toys or trinkets¡ªthey were tools. Tools that could tip the scales in Robert¡¯s favor one day. ¡°I wonder what he¡¯ll bring this time¡­¡± Bogdan¡¯s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. ¡°Do you think¡­ maybe something that can help you walk?¡± The question hung in the air, and Robert¡¯s gaze darkened. He forced himself to look at Bogdan¡¯s earnest expression. The hope in his brother¡¯s eyes was almost painful. ¡°I don¡¯t need anything to help me walk,¡± Robert replied quietly, but firmly. ¡°What I need is to grow stronger. Strong enough that it won¡¯t matter.¡± Bogdan¡¯s face fell, but before he could respond, the door creaked open again. A small figure peeked in, bright-eyed and curious. ¡°Robert? Bogdan? What are you two doing?¡± Their sister, Julia, stepped into the room, her small hands clutching the hem of her dress. ¡°Mother said we have to greet Uncle together.¡± ¡°We¡¯re coming, Julia,¡± Robert answered, the hint of a smile returning to his lips. He reached out and gently ruffled her hair, earning a delighted giggle. ¡°Lead the way.¡± With a quick nod, Julia turned and skipped out of the chamber, her light footsteps echoing through the hallway. Bogdan followed; his earlier enthusiasm dimmed but not gone. Robert lingered for a moment, casting a glance back at the piles of bones. A low sigh escaped him. He clenched his fists briefly, then turned and began to follow his siblings. ¡®Maybe this time¡­ maybe Uncle Frank really will bring something¡­ special,¡¯ he thought, allowing himself a flicker of hope. A Kind Uncle Chapter 2: A Kind Uncle The mansion¡¯s main hall buzzed with an energy rarely seen in House Rest. Servants moved with a quick but orderly pace, adjusting tapestries and setting out trays of refreshments. The grand chandeliers above emitted a soft, magical glow, casting a warm light over the polished stone floors. It was as if the very air hummed with anticipation. Robert hovered just inside the entrance to the hall, his fingers resting lightly on the armrest of his chair as he observed the preparations. He seldom came here¡ªthe hall was too crowded, too loud¡ªbut tonight was different. Tonight, his uncle, Frank Rest, was returning. ¡®It¡¯s been over a year since his last visit,¡¯ Robert mused, watching as a servant carefully adjusted the drapes near the high arched windows. ¡®What could he have been doing in Malcesburgia for so long?¡¯ Robert¡¯s thoughts were interrupted by the sudden arrival of his mother, Duchess Griselda Rest. Clad in a deep crimson gown that complemented her stern beauty, Griselda carried herself with the poise of a seasoned diplomat. Her dark hair, usually tied back in a severe bun, was arranged elegantly around her shoulders tonight, making her seem softer, more approachable. ¡°Robert, dear,¡± she greeted, her voice gentle but tinged with an undertone of urgency. ¡°You¡¯re finally here. I¡¯m glad. You know how much your uncle enjoys seeing you.¡± ¡°Yes, Mother,¡± Robert replied with a slight incline of his head. ¡°I wouldn¡¯t miss it.¡± Griselda¡¯s gaze lingered on her son, a mix of pride and concern flitting across her features. She reached out, adjusting the collar of Robert¡¯s finely embroidered robe. ¡°You look well,¡± she murmured. ¡°I hope you¡¯re not overexerting yourself with your training.¡± Robert fought the urge to sigh. ¡°I¡¯m fine, Mother. I have to keep pushing my limits.¡± ¡°Limits are there for a reason, Robert,¡± Griselda chided gently. She opened her mouth to say more, but the sound of approaching footsteps silenced her. All eyes turned to the main entrance as a tall figure stepped through the open double doors. Frank Rest had arrived. Dressed in robes of deep midnight blue, trimmed with silver runes that seemed to shimmer and shift in the light, Frank exuded an air of both power and warmth. His sharp features were softened by a wide smile, and his eyes¡ªbright with intelligence and mischief¡ªswept across the hall until they landed on Robert. ¡°There¡¯s my favorite nephew!¡± Frank called out, his voice rich and full of affection. Robert felt a smile tugging at his lips as he lowered himself to the ground, his legs barely supporting him as he made his way forward. Before he could speak, Frank closed the distance between them, pulling Robert into a strong embrace. ¡°You look well, Robert,¡± Frank murmured, his voice lowering so only Robert could hear. ¡°Stronger, even.¡± ¡°Thank you, Uncle,¡± Robert replied softly, feeling a rare warmth spread through him. ¡°You¡¯ve been gone a long time. We missed you.¡± If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. ¡°And I¡¯ve missed all of you,¡± Frank said, pulling back and glancing around at the gathered family. His gaze lingered on Griselda, and something unspoken passed between them¡ªan understanding born of years of shared history. ¡°But I¡¯m back now, and I¡¯ve brought a few things from the Free City that I think you¡¯ll all enjoy.¡± At the mention of gifts, Bogdan and Julia surged forward, their faces lighting up with excitement. ¡°Uncle Frank!¡± Bogdan cried, his voice almost a shout. ¡°Did you bring something cool this time?¡± ¡°And something for me too?¡± Julia added, clasping her hands together in a hopeful gesture. Frank chuckled, raising his hands in a placating gesture. ¡°Patience, patience. I haven¡¯t even unpacked my bags yet!¡± With a flick of his wrist, Frank conjured a small portal in the air beside him. From within its shimmering depths, several objects floated out¡ªa suit of armor, an ancient-looking scroll, and a small crystal vial. ¡°Let¡¯s see¡­ Bogdan first.¡± Frank gestured, and the suit of armor drifted forward. It was made of lightweight, blackened steel, adorned with subtle runic engravings. The metal seemed to gleam with an inner light, casting faint shadows that shifted like liquid. ¡°Enchanted with reinforcement and agility runes,¡± Frank explained, watching as Bogdan¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°It will provide excellent protection without sacrificing mobility. Perfect for an aspiring swordsman like yourself.¡± Bogdan stared at the armor in awe, his hands hovering just shy of touching it. ¡°It¡¯s¡­ incredible. Thank you, Uncle Frank!¡± Frank smiled and turned to Julia, who was bouncing slightly on her heels in anticipation. ¡°And for my lovely niece¡­¡± The ancient scroll floated forward, unfurling slightly as if eager to reveal its contents. Julia gasped as a gentle breeze swirled around her, rustling her hair. ¡°A ''Summon Lesser Air Elemental'' scroll [1st Circle],¡± Frank announced with a flourish. ¡°It¡¯s a playful little creature, perfect for someone just starting their magical studies. With it, you¡¯ll be able to call upon a small breeze spirit that can follow simple commands.¡± Julia¡¯s eyes sparkled as she took the scroll reverently. ¡°Really? I¡¯ll be able to control the wind?¡± ¡°Only a little bit,¡± Frank said with a soft laugh. ¡°But it¡¯s a good start.¡± Finally, Frank turned to Robert, his expression shifting from jovial to thoughtful. The last item¡ªan intricately bound scroll with silver-and-black runes¡ªfloated towards Robert and hovered just before him. ¡°For you, Robert,¡± Frank said quietly. ¡°A ''Summon Skeletal Wyvern'' scroll [5th Circle]. It¡¯s a powerful spell, one that requires both strength and skill to master. I have no doubt you¡¯ll be able to handle it when the time comes.¡± Robert¡¯s breath caught as he reached out, his fingers brushing the cool parchment. The scroll pulsed faintly under his touch, as if it were a living thing waiting to be unleashed. He looked up at Frank, a thousand questions swirling in his mind, but all he managed was: ¡°Why¡­?¡± ¡°Because you¡¯re ready,¡± Frank replied simply, his voice carrying a weight that silenced the room. ¡°And because one day, this spell may save your life.¡± The hall fell into a tense silence. Robert glanced around and saw his father, Duke Sigismund, watching with narrowed eyes. His mother stood beside him, her lips pressed into a thin line. ¡°Thank you, Uncle,¡± Robert said at last, his voice steady. ¡°I¡¯ll do my best to master it.¡± ¡°I know you will,¡± Frank murmured, his smile returning. He glanced at the rest of the family, the tension in the room easing as he spread his arms wide. ¡°Now then, enough with the seriousness! I want to hear everything I¡¯ve missed over the past year. Let¡¯s have dinner and catch up properly.¡± With that, the servants moved forward, ushering the family towards the dining hall. Robert stayed back for a moment, his gaze lingering on the scroll in his hand. The runes seemed to pulse with a strange energy, almost as if they were alive. ¡®A skeletal wyvern¡­¡¯ he thought, feeling a thrill of excitement chase away the lingering unease. ¡®One day, I¡¯ll summon you. And I¡¯ll be strong enough to control you.¡¯ The family¡¯s voices faded into the background as Robert followed them out of the hall, the scroll clutched tightly in his grasp. A small smile played on his lips. This time, he would not let anyone¡ªleast of all his father¡ªdoubt his potential. An Archmages wisdom Chapter 3: An Archmage¡¯s Wisdom The training courtyard was still, save for the faint crackling of ambient magic lingering in the air. Tall stone walls surrounded the area, runes etched deep into their surfaces pulsing faintly with protective enchantments. It was a space meant to contain power and provide seclusion¡ªa place where mistakes could be made and learned from without consequence. Robert hovered a few feet off the ground, his legs dangling slightly beneath him. The ever-present shimmer of ¡°Levitate¡± surrounded his body, suspending him effortlessly above the smooth marble tiles. A thin sheen of sweat coated his brow as he focused on the task before him. In front of him stood four skeletal warriors, their bony frames lined up in perfect formation. ¡°Advance!¡± Robert commanded, his voice clear and firm. The skeletal warriors moved forward in unison; their rusted swords raised high. Their feet made no sound as they glided over the stone, an unnatural grace guiding their movements. Robert¡¯s left hand twitched slightly, and the warriors shifted into a defensive line, shields raised. ¡°Good,¡± came a voice from behind him. Robert glanced over his shoulder and found his uncle, Frank, standing at the edge of the courtyard. Dressed in simple, dark robes trimmed with gold runes, a luxury only awarded to archmages. Frank exuded an air of quiet authority, his gaze sharp and focused, taking in every detail of Robert¡¯s spell work. ¡°But can they hold against a direct assault?¡± Frank asked, his lips curling into a faint smile. Without waiting for an answer, Frank raised his hand and flicked his fingers. A gust of wind exploded from his fingertips, streaking towards the skeletal warriors with the force of a battering ram. The first two warriors staggered back, their bones rattling under the pressure. One fell apart entirely, its pieces scattering across the ground. Robert gritted his teeth and raised his hand higher. The remaining three warriors responded immediately, their shields locking together in a reinforced line. ¡°Reform¡± [2nd Circle] Robert whispered, channeling more mana into the spell. The scattered bones of the fallen warrior jerked back together, the pieces snapping into place as the skeleton reassembled itself behind the defensive line. It picked up its sword, the blade rattling in its bony grip, and stepped back into formation. ¡°Well done,¡± Frank murmured approvingly, lowering his hand. ¡°Quick recovery and efficient use of mana. But there¡¯s still too much wasted energy in your transitions.¡± Robert nodded, lowering himself gently to the ground as the shimmer of ¡°Levitate¡± faded. His feet touched the cold marble, but his legs trembled, barely able to hold his weight. He leaned against the handle of his staff; his breathing steady but strained. ¡°You¡¯re right,¡± Robert said softly. ¡°I¡¯m using too much mana to maintain the defense while repositioning.¡± ¡°Exactly,¡± Frank agreed, stepping closer. He gestured to the skeletal warriors, who stood at attention, their empty eye sockets staring blankly ahead. ¡°The trick is to separate your commands mentally, to weave them together without over layering the spell. Watch.¡± Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. With a fluid motion, Frank extended his hand, and a thin thread of mana shot out from his fingertips. The skeletal warriors seemed to react to his presence, shifting slightly as if acknowledging a greater authority. Frank made a subtle gesture, and the skeletons disassembled and reassembled themselves in perfect synchronization¡ªwithout so much as a whisper of lost mana. ¡°It¡¯s not about forcing your will on them,¡± Frank continued, his voice low and calm. ¡°It¡¯s about guiding them, letting the spell know what you want, and allowing it to fulfill that command with the least resistance.¡± Robert watched, his eyes narrowing as he tried to absorb every detail of his uncle¡¯s control. Frank made it look so effortless, as if the skeletons were merely an extension of himself. ¡°I want you to try something different today,¡± Frank said, lowering his hand. ¡°You¡¯ve mastered basic formations, but I want to see if you can think outside of those limits. Adapt the spell to suit the situation. Use it creatively.¡± Robert glanced at the skeletal warriors, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. ¡°You mean¡­ modify the skeletons themselves?¡± ¡°Exactly,¡± Frank replied with a nod. ¡°Summoning isn¡¯t just about bringing forth a standard creature. The bones are a medium for your mana. You can shape them however you need. Try creating something more suited for¡­ agility, perhaps.¡± Agility. The word echoed in Robert¡¯s mind as he stepped forward. He took a deep breath, his eyes locked on the nearest skeletal warrior. Agility required a different structure¡ªlighter, more flexible. He held out his hand, feeling the pulse of mana beneath his skin. ¡°Reform,¡± he whispered. The skeletal warrior¡¯s bones began to tremble, then shift. Ribs retracted, vertebrae realigned, and the entire frame collapsed inward before stretching out into a longer, thinner form. Robert¡¯s mana wrapped around the bones, guiding them into a new shape¡ªa skeletal serpent, its body coiling and uncoiling fluidly on the ground. It was far less stable than the standard humanoid skeleton, but it was fast, darting across the courtyard with surprising speed. Robert focused, directing the serpent to weave through the other skeletons, its sharpened ribs acting like fangs ready to strike. Frank¡¯s eyebrows rose slightly. ¡°Impressive. Unorthodox, but effective. It¡¯s a start.¡± Robert nodded, but he didn¡¯t relax. Maintaining the skeletal serpent was more taxing than he¡¯d expected. He could feel the strain in his mind, the spell pushing against his control like a coiled spring ready to snap. ¡°I¡­ I think I can refine it more,¡± Robert said, his voice strained. ¡°Not yet,¡± Frank interrupted gently. ¡°You¡¯ve done well enough for today. Pushing yourself further now will only lead to sloppy spell work.¡± Robert exhaled slowly, releasing the spell. The serpent dissolved into dust, the bones collapsing back into a pile at his feet. He sagged slightly, the release of tension leaving him feeling drained. ¡°Remember, Robert,¡± Frank said, placing a hand on his nephew¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Control isn¡¯t about holding on tightly. It¡¯s about knowing yourself.¡± Robert glanced up at his uncle, his gaze steady. ¡°I understand, Uncle. But I need to get stronger. Strong enough that I can control more than just a few skeletons.¡± ¡°And you will,¡± Frank assured him with a small smile. ¡°But strength without control is dangerous. It¡¯s like holding a blade by the edge¡ªyou¡¯ll only end up cutting yourself.¡± Before Robert could respond, the door to the courtyard creaked open, and a servant stepped in, bowing deeply. ¡°Pardon the interruption, my lords,¡± the servant said respectfully. ¡°But the Duke has requested your presence in the study. He wishes to discuss an urgent matter¡­ regarding the situation in Eastern Varsovia.¡± Robert exchanged a glance with Frank, who raised an eyebrow. ¡°It seems our training session will have to wait,¡± Frank said with a sigh. He gave Robert¡¯s shoulder a light squeeze. ¡°Come on, let¡¯s see what your father has to say.¡± Robert nodded and dismissed the remaining skeletons with a flick of his wrist. The bony constructs crumbled into piles of dust, leaving the courtyard empty once more. He straightened, squaring his shoulders as he followed his uncle and the servant out of the courtyard. They moved through the winding corridors of the mansion in silence, the soft glow of magical lamps lighting their way. The Duke¡¯s study loomed ahead, its heavy wooden doors closed. Robert took a deep breath, steadying himself. And with that, he stepped forward and pushed open the door. The Conference Chapter 4: The Conference The Duke¡¯s study was bathed in the golden glow of magical lanterns that hung from the high ceiling. Shelves lined with tomes on politics, strategy, and arcane theory surrounded the room, while maps of the Commonwealth and neighboring territories were spread across a large wooden table at its center. A collection of advisors stood around the table, murmuring in low voices, their faces tense with concern. Duke Sigismund Rest sat at the head of the table, his presence commanding yet contained. His gaze was sharp, darting between the gathered faces before settling on the newly arrived figures of Frank and Robert. With a subtle wave of his hand, the Duke silenced the conversations, and all eyes turned toward the two newcomers. ¡°Robert, Frank,¡± Duke Sigismund greeted, his voice measured and steady. ¡°Thank you for joining us on such short notice. I trust your training session was productive?¡± Robert inclined his head respectfully. ¡°It was, Father. Uncle Frank has been helping me refine my spell control.¡± ¡°Good,¡± the Duke replied curtly, then gestured to the empty chairs near him. ¡°Please, take a seat. We have much to discuss, and time is not on our side.¡± As they moved to their seats, Robert took a moment to survey the gathered council members. Most of them were familiar faces¡ªtrusted advisors of House Rest, each a master in their respective fields. There was Lord Althar, the head of logistics, who managed the flow of supplies and resources for the House¡¯s military efforts. Beside him sat Lady Corvina, a skilled diplomat known for her sharp tongue and keen political mind. Next to her, Master Emeth, the House¡¯s Chief Mage and a respected researcher, watched Robert with an appraising gaze. Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon. ¡°Now that we¡¯re all here,¡± Duke Sigismund began, steepling his fingers in front of him, ¡°we can address the matter at hand¡ªthe upcoming noble gathering in Eastern Varsovia.¡± A murmur rippled through the room. Robert leaned forward slightly, his curiosity piqued. He¡¯d heard about the gathering in passing, but hadn¡¯t yet been informed of its significance. ¡°Why has the King called for this gathering, my lord?¡± Lady Corvina asked, her brow furrowed. ¡°It¡¯s unlike him to bring so many nobles together without clear cause.¡± The Duke¡¯s expression darkened. ¡°The King has called the gathering to address the growing tension between the noble houses. House Crima and House Mighthaves have been making bold moves, both politically and militarily. The King surely fears that if these provocations continue unchecked, it could lead to civil war.¡± A tense silence followed his words. Robert glanced at Frank, whose expression remained calm, his gaze fixed on the Duke. ¡°However,¡± the Duke continued, his voice low and edged with steel, ¡°we know that the King¡¯s true aim is to secure his own position. He must maintain a delicate balance of power among the noble families. If House Rest, House Crima, House Mighthaves or other Ducal houses become too strong, it could undermine his authority.¡± ¡°And so,¡± Lady Corvina interjected, ¡°he calls for a gathering under the pretense of peace, when in reality, he seeks to manipulate the factions into a stalemate.¡± ¡°Precisely,¡± the Duke said with a nod. ¡°But we will not allow ourselves to be played like pawns. We will use this gathering to solidify our alliances and reinforce our position in the Commonwealth.¡± The Date is Set Chapter 5: The Date is Set The atmosphere in the Duke¡¯s study was heavy with unspoken tension. Robert sat stiffly in his chair; his hands clasped tightly in his lap. Despite the steady, rhythmic pulse of mana within him¡ªa calming exercise he had mastered long ago¡ªhe could feel a low hum of nervous energy coiling in his stomach. It was a familiar sensation, one that surfaced whenever he was thrust into unfamiliar territory. And now, he knew he was about to be pushed out of his comfort zone entirely. Duke Sigismund stood at the head of the table, flanked by his trusted advisors. His stern gaze swept over the gathered council, lingering for a moment on Robert before shifting back to the maps and documents spread out before him. ¡°The King has chosen the location and date for the noble gathering,¡± the Duke announced, his voice calm but edged with a hint of steel. ¡°It will be held in the King¡¯s Summer Palace, one week from today.¡± The news sent a ripple of murmurs through the room. Lady Corvina leaned forward, her fingers tapping lightly against the polished wood of the table. ¡°The King¡¯s Summer Palace? That¡¯s unexpected. I would have assumed it would take place in the Royal Castle, as it always has.¡± ¡°I believe the King wants to create a different atmosphere,¡± the Duke replied. ¡°One that is less formal and more¡­ social. He believes this will help ease the tensions that have been rising between the houses.¡± Robert shifted slightly in his seat, his gaze fixed on the map in front of him. He knew what his father was really saying: the King wanted to control the environment, to keep everyone off balance while maintaining a facade of camaraderie. The Summer Palace, with its sprawling gardens and luxurious halls, was a place designed for leisure and subtle manipulation¡ªnot for serious political discourse. ¡°Which houses have confirmed their attendance, my lord?¡± Lord Althar asked, his tone wary. ¡°Nearly all of them,¡± Duke Sigismund replied. ¡°House Crima and House Mighthaves will be there in force, of course. But more importantly, we have confirmation that House Moone, House Port, and House Tawn will also be attending.¡± ¡°House Moone?¡± Lady Corvina repeated, her eyes narrowing. ¡°They¡¯ve kept themselves neutral in most conflicts. Their presence will be¡­ intriguing.¡± ¡°House Port¡¯s attendance is no surprise,¡± Frank added thoughtfully. ¡°They¡¯re always looking for ways to expand their influence along the coastal regions. And as for House Tawn¡­ they¡¯ve always had an interest in maintaining balance between the eastern and western territories. Their involvement could tip the scales, depending on where they choose to lend their support.¡± ¡°Which makes this gathering even more critical,¡± Duke Sigismund said firmly. His gaze shifted to Robert. ¡°The presence of so many influential houses means that this will be a battlefield of words and influence. We cannot afford to make a single misstep.¡± Robert swallowed hard, the knot of anxiety in his chest tightening. He could feel every gaze in the room turn towards him, assessing, weighing. He forced himself to sit up straighter, to meet their eyes with as much confidence as he could muster. ¡°I¡­ I understand, Father,¡± he said quietly, his voice steady despite the turmoil beneath. ¡°I¡¯ll do my best.¡± The Duke¡¯s expression softened slightly, just enough for Robert to notice. ¡°I know you will, Robert. But understand this: you will be facing not only our rivals, but the heirs of several powerful houses. They will look for any sign of weakness, any excuse to dismiss you. You must be prepared to defend yourself¡ªboth with words and, if necessary, with magic.¡± Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there. The thought of standing before those heirs¡ªyoung lords and ladies who had been raised in the spotlight of power, trained to wield their influence like a blade¡ªmade Robert¡¯s stomach churn. He¡¯d spent most of his life within the confines of House Rest¡¯s estate, his reclusive nature leaving him isolated from the social intricacies that came so naturally to others. But he couldn¡¯t let that stop him. He couldn¡¯t afford to show fear, not now. ¡°I will be ready,¡± Robert said, forcing more strength into his voice. He glanced at Frank, who offered a small, reassuring nod. ¡°Uncle Frank has been helping me with my spells. I¡¯ll be able to defend myself if it comes to that.¡± ¡°I have no doubt of that,¡± Frank murmured, his gaze warm but assessing. ¡°But it¡¯s not just about defending yourself, Robert. It¡¯s about making a statement. Showing them that you¡¯re not just the heir of House Rest, but a force in your own right.¡± ¡°Exactly,¡± Duke Sigismund agreed. ¡°You need to show them that you are more than just a mage¡ªthat you are a leader, one who commands respect.¡± ¡°I understand, Father,¡± Robert replied softly. He shifted his gaze back to the map, his mind already racing with thoughts of the upcoming gathering. He felt a flicker of doubt¡ªof fear¡ªbut he pushed it down, burying it beneath a wall of determination. He *had* to do this. He had to prove himself, not just for his family¡¯s sake, but for his own. ¡°Good,¡± the Duke said, his voice gentler now. ¡°Then we will spend the next few days ensuring you are fully prepared. Frank, I trust you will continue overseeing Robert¡¯s training?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Frank said with a smile. ¡°We¡¯ll focus on refining his defensive spells and bolstering his magical endurance. I also have a few new techniques I¡¯d like him to try.¡± ¡°Excellent,¡± Duke Sigismund replied. He turned his attention to Alexander, who had been standing silently by the door, his arms crossed over his chest. ¡°Alexander, you¡¯ll be accompanying Robert to the Summer Palace. Ensure that he is safe at all times¡ªbut do not interfere unless absolutely necessary. He needs to be seen as capable and independent.¡± ¡°Understood, my lord,¡± Alexander said, inclining his head. His gaze shifted to Robert, and for a moment, his stern expression softened. ¡°I¡¯ll keep a close eye on him. But I have no doubt he¡¯ll handle himself just fine.¡± Robert managed a small smile. ¡°Thank you, Alexander. I¡¯ll try not to make your job too difficult.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry about me,¡± Alexander replied with a faint grin. ¡°Just focus on doing what you do best.¡± The Duke cleared his throat, drawing their attention back to him. ¡°We leave for the King¡¯s Summer Palace in four days. Use that time wisely, Robert. Update yourself on the political landscape, refine your spells, and prepare yourself mentally. This gathering will be unlike anything you¡¯ve faced before.¡± ¡°I will, Father,¡± Robert said, his voice steady. ¡°Good.¡± The Duke nodded, then glanced around the room at his gathered advisors. ¡°That will be all for now. We will reconvene tomorrow to finalize our strategy.¡± The advisors murmured their assent and began to gather their things. Robert remained seated, his gaze still fixed on the map. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, a rapid, erratic beat that echoed the storm of emotions within him. Fear, anxiety, determination¡ªthey all swirled together, a chaotic maelstrom that threatened to overwhelm him. But he wouldn¡¯t let it. He took a deep breath, centering himself. The King¡¯s Summer Palace would be filled with danger and intrigue, a place where the slightest misstep could unravel everything his family had worked so hard to build. But it was also an opportunity. ¡°I¡¯ll show them,¡± Robert whispered softly, his voice barely audible. ¡°I¡¯ll show them that I¡¯m not just a name or a title. I¡¯m more than that. I need to step out of Richard¡¯s shadow.¡± Frank¡¯s hand rested gently on his shoulder, and Robert looked up to see his uncle¡¯s kind smile. ¡°You¡¯ll do fine, Robert,¡± Frank said quietly. ¡°Just remember¡ªcontrol and patience. You have nothing to prove to anyone but yourself.¡± Robert nodded, feeling a small measure of calm settle over him. ¡°Thank you, Uncle. I¡¯ll keep that in mind.¡± As he stood and turned to leave, Alexander fell into step beside him, his presence solid and reassuring. Robert felt a flicker of gratitude. Having Alexander there would make things easier¡ªhe wouldn¡¯t be alone, at least not entirely. But he knew that in the end, it would be up to him. It was his responsibility to show the other houses what he was capable of. With that thought burning in his mind, Robert left the study, his heart still racing but his resolve stronger than ever. The Road to Varsovia Chapter 6: The Road to Varsovia The early morning sun cast a soft, golden glow over the rolling hills of Dracaena as Robert Sigismund Rest leaned back in his carriage, watching the scenery blur past. The rhythmic clatter of wheels over dirt and stone filled the air, accompanied by the faint hum of magic thrumming beneath the carriage. Outside, the metallic figures of horse golems pulled the convoy at an unnatural speed, their movements smooth and precise. Each of the horse golems gleamed in the sunlight, their bodies fashioned from overlapping plates of deep gray metal. This was no ordinary steel but Draconium, a rare and durable material extracted from the mines near Dracaena. Draconium¡¯s ability to conduct mana made it invaluable for golem creation and advanced magical constructs. The horses¡¯ frames were adorned with intricate runes, glowing faintly with the power of the ¡°Greater Speed¡± [5th Circle] array that propelled them forward. Robert¡¯s gaze drifted from the golems to the landscape outside¡ªopen fields stretching toward the distant horizon, dotted with clusters of trees and small farming hamlets. It was a familiar view, one he¡¯d seen countless times from the estate¡¯s towers. But today, there was something different about it. Today, he was leaving Dracaena behind, heading north to the King¡¯s Summer Palace in Eastern Varsovia. ¡°It¡¯ll be fine, Robert,¡± came Alexander¡¯s calm voice from across the carriage. His cousin¡ªdistant by blood but close in bond¡ªleaned back with a relaxed posture that contrasted sharply with Robert¡¯s own tense demeanor. Alexander¡¯s eyes, sharp and perceptive, watched Robert with a mixture of concern and reassurance. ¡°It¡¯s just a gathering. You¡¯ve faced more intimidating situations in your training.¡± Robert gave a half-hearted nod. ¡°It¡¯s not the gathering itself¡ªit¡¯s what comes with it. Every house will be watching, analyzing. Waiting for any sign of weakness.¡± ¡°True,¡± Alexander agreed thoughtfully. ¡°But that¡¯s the nature of politics, isn¡¯t it? Everyone¡¯s vying for power, influence¡­ survival. That¡¯s why it¡¯s important to show them that you¡¯re more than they expect.¡± Robert let out a small sigh and looked down at his hands. His fingers twitched slightly, an unconscious habit he¡¯d developed over the years. His own body felt like a stranger at times¡ªweak, unreliable. He couldn¡¯t match other heirs in feats of strength or agility. Even standing for long periods was exhausting. Alexander shifted, leaning forward slightly. ¡°I¡¯ve been thinking¡­ you¡¯ve been focusing a lot on your summoning and telekinetic abilities, right? But what about your swordsmanship?¡± Robert frowned, unsure of where Alexander was going with this. ¡°What do you mean?¡± ¡°I mean, you¡¯re not particularly skilled with the blade,¡± Alexander continued matter-of-factly, his gaze flicking to the sword hanging at Robert¡¯s side. ¡°But that doesn¡¯t mean you can¡¯t learn to be. Why not try controlling it with your mind?¡± Robert blinked. ¡°You want me to use ¡®Telekinetic Grip¡¯ on my sword?¡± ¡°Exactly,¡± Alexander said, his expression encouraging. ¡°You¡¯ve used it to lift small objects before. Why not extend that control to your blade? Imagine being able to wield it in combat without touching it.¡± Robert¡¯s gaze dropped to the sword, his brow furrowing. He¡¯d never thought about using his psychic abilities to compensate for his physical weaknesses in that way. He¡¯d always viewed magic and swordsmanship as two separate disciplines, never realizing that, for him, they didn¡¯t have to be. Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. ¡°I¡­ I suppose I could try,¡± Robert murmured, his mind already racing with possibilities. ¡°But it would be incredibly taxing to maintain.¡± ¡°Yes, it would,¡± Alexander acknowledged. ¡°But that¡¯s why you start small. Simple movements, basic strikes. You¡¯ve got the control; it¡¯s just a matter of practice. Think of it as combining your magic and your blade into a single weapon.¡± Robert hesitated, then nodded slowly. ¡°I¡¯ll give it a try. It¡¯s worth the effort.¡± ¡°Good.¡± Alexander¡¯s smile widened slightly. ¡°We¡¯ll find some time for you to practice when we stop to rest. You might not master it today, but if you can show even a hint of that kind of control¡­ it would certainly turn a few heads.¡± They waited until the convoy reached a quiet clearing by the roadside, the sun high overhead casting dappled light through the canopy of trees. The metallic horse golems stood at ease, their frames still radiating a faint magical glow as the drivers and guards tended to them. Robert stepped out of his carriage and took a deep breath, letting the crisp air fill his lungs. He drew the sword slowly, the blade whispering as it left the scabbard. The steel caught the sunlight, gleaming with an inner light that spoke of the enchantments laid upon it long ago. ¡°Just take it slow,¡± Alexander advised, standing a few paces away. ¡°Remember, it¡¯s about control, not power.¡± Robert nodded, focusing his gaze on the blade. He let his mana flow, guiding it with the familiarity of long practice. The blade wavered slightly in the air, then rose a few inches as he wrapped his magic around it. ¡°Telekinetic Grip¡±. He could feel the weight of the sword straining against his control, the magical energy pulsing through him in a steady drain. He clenched his jaw, concentrating on maintaining the grip. The blade trembled slightly, then stilled as he steadied his focus. ¡°Good,¡± Alexander murmured. ¡°Now, try a basic strike. Just a small movement.¡± Robert narrowed his eyes, his fingers twitching reflexively as he directed the blade forward. The sword moved in a slow, deliberate arc, cutting through the air before stopping in mid-swing. Sweat beaded on Robert¡¯s brow, his mana reserves already depleting faster than he¡¯d expected. ¡°It¡¯s taking too much energy,¡± Robert gritted out, his voice strained. ¡°That¡¯s normal,¡± Alexander said calmly. ¡°You¡¯re not used to manipulating something this large or heavy. It¡¯s like trying to lift weights for the first time¡ªyou¡¯ll tire quickly at first. But keep going, just for a few more minutes.¡± Robert swallowed hard, forcing himself to push through the discomfort. He guided the blade through another swing, this one faster and slightly more controlled. He could feel the magic fraying at the edges, the mana cost rising with each passing second. ¡°Enough,¡± Alexander said suddenly, stepping forward. ¡°Stop before you burn yourself out.¡± With a shaky breath, Robert released the spell, letting the sword fall to the ground with a soft thud. He swayed slightly, his vision blurring for a moment as the sudden absence of strain left him feeling unsteady. Alexander caught him by the shoulder, his grip firm and supportive. ¡°Easy there. You did well for a first attempt.¡± Robert managed a weak smile. ¡°If that¡¯s what you call well.¡± ¡°It is,¡± Alexander said seriously. ¡°You moved the blade, controlled it. That¡¯s more than most can do. You¡¯ll get better with time.¡± Robert nodded, though he still felt a twinge of frustration. He hated being reminded of his limitations, hated how quickly his body seemed to betray him. But Alexander was right¡ªthis was a new technique, one that would take time to master. ¡°I¡¯ll keep practicing,¡± Robert said quietly, sheathing the blade with a shaky hand. ¡°But it¡¯ll take a lot of work.¡± ¡°And you¡¯ve got plenty of time,¡± Alexander said with a grin. ¡°Besides, you¡¯re not doing this to win duels tomorrow. You¡¯re doing it to show them¡ªand yourself¡ªthat you can.¡± Robert nodded slowly. He took another deep breath, steadying himself as he looked out over the clearing. The golems stood silently, their gleaming forms a testament to the power and skill of House Rest. He would prove himself, one way or another. It would just take time. ¡°Let¡¯s get moving,¡± Robert said finally, glancing back at the carriages. ¡°We still have a long way to go.¡± The convoy set off once more, the metallic horse golems pulling them forward with tireless efficiency. Robert settled back into his seat, his mind still buzzing with thoughts of the practice session. It would take time and effort to master the technique, but the potential it offered was immense. As the day wore on and the sun dipped lower in the sky, the landscape changed, the open fields giving way to the rolling countryside of Eastern Varsovia. Robert felt his nerves rise again as they approached the Summer Palace, its white stone walls glowing faintly in the evening light. As they passed through the gates and entered the palace grounds, Robert took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He stepped out of the carriage, supporting himself with ¡°Levitate¡±, squaring his shoulders and lifting his chin. He couldn¡¯t afford to show weakness. ¡®Be yourself,¡¯ he reminded himself, his resolve hardening. ¡®But be the best version of yourself.¡¯ With that thought firmly in mind, Robert stepped forward, ready to face whatever awaited him within the walls of the King¡¯s Summer Palace. A Noble Gathering Chapter 7: A Noble Gathering The grand hall of the King¡¯s Summer Palace was a sight to behold. Crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, casting a soft, warm light over the polished marble floors. Ornate tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of the Commonwealth¡¯s history¡ªgreat battles, royal coronations, and legendary feats of magic. The air was filled with the murmur of conversation and the clinking of glasses, as nobles from every corner of the realm mingled and exchanged pleasantries. Robert stood at the entrance, taking it all in. His hands were clasped behind his back, his expression calm, but his heart pounded furiously in his chest. He glanced around, noting the clusters of lords and ladies deep in discussion, their eyes flicking his way as they whispered among themselves. ¡°Just breathe,¡± Alexander murmured beside him, his voice low and steady. ¡°You¡¯ve faced worse than this.¡± Robert gave a small nod, though he wasn¡¯t entirely sure that was true. He felt the weight of every gaze, every sidelong glance, pressing down on him. He was the Heir of House Rest, but more than that, he was an enigma to these people. He was a reclusive youth, rarely seen in public. ¡®And yet,¡¯ Robert thought, steeling himself, ¡®I¡¯m here. That¡¯s more than most of them expected.¡¯ He took a deep breath and started forward, Alexander falling into step beside him. The murmur of voices grew louder as they moved through the hall, the scent of roses and lavender filling the air. Several nobles turned to greet him as he passed, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and politeness. ¡°Lord Robert,¡± a tall man with a neatly trimmed beard said, inclining his head. ¡°It¡¯s good to finally meet you in person. Lord Garth of House Tawn.¡± ¡°Lord Garth,¡± Robert replied with a polite smile, offering his hand. ¡°The pleasure is mine. I¡¯ve heard much about House Tawn¡¯s influence in the north.¡± ¡°Influence, yes,¡± Garth said, his eyes glinting with amusement. ¡°But not enough to match the reach of House Rest. I must say, I admire your family¡¯s accomplishments¡ªespecially your uncle¡¯s work with arrays. Those golems of yours are quite the marvel.¡± ¡°Thank you,¡± Robert said, keeping his tone measured. ¡°We take pride in our contributions to the Commonwealth.¡± ¡°As you should,¡± Garth replied smoothly. ¡°I look forward to seeing more of what House Rest has to offer in the days to come.¡± With that, the man moved on, leaving Robert to contemplate the exchange. ¡°You handled that well,¡± Alexander murmured. ¡°Don¡¯t let them draw you in too deep. Keep your answers polite but vague.¡± Robert nodded absently, his gaze drifting across the hall once more. He recognized several of the other heirs¡ªyoung men standing beside their guardians, each one a carefully polished representation of their family¡¯s power and prestige. Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings. His eyes caught on a familiar face, and he felt a small jolt of surprise. Lady Elena Belen stood at the far end of the hall, engaged in conversation with a group of lesser nobles. Her chestnut hair was swept back in an elegant style, and she wore a gown of emerald green that accentuated her sharp, discerning features. For a moment, their eyes met across the room. Elena¡¯s gaze was steady, almost assessing, and then she smiled¡ªsmall and polite, but with a hint of something deeper. She nodded once in acknowledgment before turning back to her companions. He returned the gesture before moving deeper into the hall. He exchanged a few more pleasantries with other nobles¡ªbrief, polite conversations that gave him a chance to gauge their attitudes. Most seemed friendly enough, though he could sense the underlying wariness in their eyes. They reached a small alcove near the center of the hall, where several chairs were arranged in a loose circle. Robert took a seat, grateful for the opportunity to catch his breath. Alexander stood beside him, his posture casual but alert. ¡°I¡¯d say you¡¯ve made a good first impression,¡± Alexander observed, his gaze sweeping over the gathering. ¡°Most of them are curious but not openly hostile. That¡¯s a good start.¡± Noticing his current lack of engagement, Elena excused herself from her group and made her way toward him. The crowd parted slightly as she approached, and Robert rose to his feet, offering her a polite nod. ¡°Lady Elena,¡± he greeted her, his voice steady. ¡°It¡¯s good to see you again.¡± ¡°Lord Robert,¡± Elena replied, bowing courtly. ¡°I¡¯m glad we finally have a chance to speak. I was hoping we might continue our conversation from earlier.¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Robert said, gesturing to a nearby seat. ¡°Please, join me.¡± Elena took the seat opposite him, folding her hands neatly in her lap. ¡°You¡¯ve made quite an entrance, arriving with those golems of yours. I must admit, I was impressed. House Rest¡¯s mastery of arrays is well known, but seeing it in person is another matter entirely.¡± ¡°We take pride in our craft,¡± Robert said carefully. ¡°But I¡¯m sure you didn¡¯t come here just to talk about golems.¡± Elena¡¯s smile widened slightly. ¡°No, I didn¡¯t. I wanted to get a sense of where you stand. House Rest has been¡­ shall we say, quiet, in recent years. But now, with your presence here, I can¡¯t help but wonder if that¡¯s about to change.¡± Robert met her gaze evenly. ¡°We¡¯re not looking to make waves, if that¡¯s what you¡¯re asking. But we¡¯re also not content to sit back and watch from the sidelines.¡± ¡°Understandable,¡± Elena murmured. ¡°But you know as well as I do that staying neutral isn¡¯t always an option.¡± Robert hesitated, weighing his response. He could feel the intensity of her gaze, the subtle pressure behind her words. She was probing, testing him, just as the others had. ¡°We¡¯re here to ensure the stability of the Commonwealth,¡± Robert said finally. ¡°Nothing more, nothing less.¡± Elena inclined her head slightly, her smile never wavering. ¡°A safe answer. But I suppose that¡¯s to be expected. Still, I¡¯ll be watching with interest to see what House Rest does next.¡± ¡°And I¡¯ll be watching House Belen,¡± Robert replied smoothly. ¡°I¡¯m sure we can learn a great deal from each other.¡± ¡°Indeed,¡± Elena said softly. She rose gracefully to her feet, offering him another bow. ¡°I won¡¯t keep you any longer. I¡¯m sure there are others you need to speak with. But let¡¯s talk again later. I have a feeling we¡¯ll have much to discuss.¡± Robert watched as she walked away, when Alexander interrupted him. ¡°Interesting conversation?¡± He asked quietly. ¡°Very,¡± Robert murmured. He glanced at his cousin, then back at the crowd. ¡°She¡¯s testing the waters. Trying to see where we fit in.¡± ¡°And what did you show her?¡± Alexander asked, raising an eyebrow. ¡°Not much,¡± Robert said with a faint smile. ¡°But enough to keep her guessing.¡± Alexander nodded approvingly. ¡°Good. Keep that up, and you¡¯ll do just fine.¡± They spent the next hour mingling with various groups, Robert carefully navigating the web of conversations and subtle inquiries. He met several of the other heirs¡ªLord Mikhail Crima, with his intense gaze and barely concealed hostility; Lady Isabelle Moone, who seemed more interested in fashion than politics; and Lord Alistair Mighthaves, who greeted Robert with a smile that never quite reached his eyes. By the end of it, Robert felt drained, but he knew he¡¯d held his own. He¡¯d given nothing away, but he¡¯d also made sure they knew he wasn¡¯t someone to be dismissed lightly. As the gathering began to wind down, Robert found himself back at the alcove, exhaustion tugging at the edges of his mind. He glanced at Alexander, who offered him a reassuring nod. ¡°You did well,¡± Alexander said quietly. ¡°Better than most expected, I think.¡± Robert managed a small smile. ¡°I suppose that¡¯s something.¡± ¡°It¡¯s more than something,¡± Alexander insisted. ¡°You¡¯ve shown them that House Rest is not to be overlooked. That¡¯s the first step.¡± A Friendly Duel Chapter 8 A Friendly Duel The clamor of conversation in the grand hall of the King¡¯s Summer Palace stilled abruptly as Mikhail Crima stepped forward, his presence commanding immediate attention. He moved through the crowd with an air of confidence, his gaze locked onto Robert as he closed the distance between them. Nobles and heirs turned to watch, curiosity and excitement flickering in their eyes. Mikhail¡¯s sharp features were set in a determined expression, his lips curving into a smile that held more challenge than warmth. He stopped a few paces away from Robert and offered a small, formal bow. Despite the courteous gesture, there was an undercurrent of something more¡ªsomething fierce¡ªin the way he held himself. ¡°Lord Robert,¡± Mikhail called out, his voice clear and strong. He took another step forward, and then another, until he stood just a few paces away. His posture was relaxed, but there was a predatory gleam in his eyes, the kind that spoke of suppressed anger and the thrill of a challenge. ¡°I¡¯ve heard many things about you¡ªyour skill, your talent. But I¡¯ve yet to see it for myself.¡± Robert straightened, meeting Mikhail¡¯s gaze without flinching. The tension between them was palpable, a taut thread that seemed ready to snap. He could feel the weight of every eye in the room on him, the pressure of expectations and judgments pressing down from all sides. ¡°What exactly are you suggesting, Lord Mikhail?¡± Robert asked evenly, keeping his tone calm and measured. Mikhail¡¯s smile widened, a flash of teeth that was more predatory than friendly. ¡°I¡¯m suggesting a duel. A friendly one, of course,¡± he added, though the mocking edge in his voice was impossible to miss. ¡°A chance for us to show the fine lords and ladies gathered here what we can do. After all, we wouldn¡¯t want them to think we¡¯re just resting on the laurels of our houses, would we?¡± A ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd. Robert could see the eager anticipation on the faces of the nobles around them. This wasn¡¯t just a duel¡ªit was a public spectacle, an opportunity for the heirs of two powerful houses to display their strength and skill. Refusing outright would be seen as cowardice, but accepting without clear terms could lead to an unpredictable¡ªand potentially dangerous¡ªencounter. Robert took a deep breath, his mind racing as he weighed his options. He glanced briefly at Alexander, who stood beside him, his expression calm but watchful. ¡°If it¡¯s a friendly duel you want, I won¡¯t refuse,¡± Robert said finally. His voice was steady, carrying just enough volume to be heard by the surrounding nobles. ¡°But let¡¯s be clear on the terms. Spells only¡ªno physical attacks. And we¡¯ll need a protective array in place. I wouldn¡¯t want any unfortunate accidents to befall our audience.¡± Mikhail¡¯s eyes gleamed with something like amusement. ¡°Agreed. Spells only. First to yield, or until one of us is incapacitated. Your guard can set the Duel Ring.¡± He glanced pointedly at Alexander, who nodded and stepped forward without hesitation. From within his robes, Alexander produced a small, intricately carved stone. The runes etched into its surface glowed faintly with mana, casting a soft blue light over his fingers. He moved to the center of the hall and placed the stone on the ground, pressing his palm against it. ¡°Array of Dissipation!¡± [6th Circle] The stone pulsed once, and a shimmering dome of translucent energy spread outward, encompassing the entire dueling area. The array¡¯s surface rippled like water, a clear sign of its magical properties. Designed to absorb and neutralize stray spells, it would prevent any collateral damage from reaching the spectators. The crowd murmured in approval as the array settled into place, its protective barrier reassuring in the otherwise charged atmosphere. Alexander stepped back, his gaze flicking between Robert and Mikhail. ¡°The array is set,¡± Alexander announced calmly. ¡°You may begin when you¡¯re ready.¡± Mikhail rolled his shoulders, his fingers flexing at his sides. The air around him shimmered faintly with a crimson light as he began to channel his mana. A confident smirk curved his lips as he met Robert¡¯s gaze, the challenge clear in his eyes. ¡°Ready when you are, Lord Robert,¡± he said, his voice low and steady. Robert took a deep breath, letting his own mana flow through him, filling every corner of his being with a familiar, comforting warmth. He could feel the eyes of the crowd on him, the intensity of their stares. But he pushed it all aside, focusing solely on Mikhail. ¡°I¡¯m ready,¡± Robert said quietly. Without another word, Mikhail raised his hand. The air around him shimmered with heat, and a faint glow surrounded his outstretched fingers. The ground beneath his feet began to crack and split, a deep red light seeping through the fractures. ¡°Molten Serpent!¡± [3rd Circle] A stream of molten rock burst forth from the ground, snaking across the floor like a living creature. The fiery serpent twisted and coiled, its glowing eyes fixed on Robert as it surged forward with terrifying speed. The heat radiating from it was intense, warping the air and filling the room with the acrid scent of burning stone. Robert didn¡¯t hesitate. He raised his hand, his mana surging outward in response. ¡°Psychic Shield!¡± [4th Circle] A translucent barrier of shimmering energy formed in front of him, catching the molten serpent¡¯s attack. The fiery creature hissed and sizzled as it struck the barrier, steam and smoke billowing outward. The force of the impact sent ripples through the shield, but Robert held firm, his jaw clenched in concentration. Mikhail¡¯s smirk widened as he raised his other hand. The ground around him erupted once more, jagged pillars of stone shooting upward in a deadly arc. ¡°Stone Spikes!¡± [3rd Circle] The spikes burst from the ground, aiming to encircle Robert and trap him in place. He moved quickly, leaping to the side just as the spikes erupted through the floor where he had stood moments before. He landed lightly, his mana already shifting as he cast his next spell. The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. ¡°Force Wave!¡± [3rd Circle] A powerful wave of kinetic energy exploded outward from his hand, sweeping across the ground in a wide arc. The wave struck the stone spikes, shattering them into pieces. The force continued forward, crashing into Mikhail with enough power to send him stumbling back a few steps. Mikhail¡¯s eyes flashed with irritation. He recovered quickly, spreading his hands wide as a blazing ring of fire formed around him. ¡°Infernal Ring!¡± [4th Circle] The incomplete ring of fire expanded rapidly, flames licking at the air as it surged toward Robert. He had only a split second to respond. With a sharp motion, he channeled his mana into the ground beneath him. ¡°Bone Pillar!¡± [3rd Circle] The earth exploded in a burst of pale light as a massive pillar of bone shot up from the ground, towering over the courtyard. Robert leapt onto the pillar, using it as a platform to launch himself above the expanding flames. He landed gracefully, his eyes never leaving Mikhail¡¯s. ¡°Is that all you¡¯ve got?¡± Mikhail taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. He flicked his fingers, and the flames of the ¡°Infernal Ring¡± twisted and coiled into the shape of a fiery lance. ¡°Fire Lance!¡± [3rd Circle] The blazing lance shot forward, leaving a trail of molten rock in its wake. Robert¡¯s mind raced. He couldn¡¯t block that kind of concentrated power with a simple shield. Instead, he shifted his mana into a different spell. ¡°Telekinetic Grip!¡± [3rd Circle] He grabbed the lance using the powerful psychic spell and sent it sideways, into the array. Mikhail¡¯s eyes widened, surprise flashing across his face. Robert didn¡¯t hesitate. He swung his arm in a wide arc, guiding the slabs underneath Mikhail to erupt upwards, they moved up with speed that belied their weight, floating in the air around him, before rapidly converging on Mikhail¡¯s location. Mikhail¡¯s expression shifted from surprise to something darker¡ªanger mixed with grudging respect. He spread his hands wide, summoning a wall of molten rock around himself. ¡°Molten Wall!¡± [3rd Circle] The slabs struck the wall with a resounding impact, but Robert didn¡¯t let up. He poured more mana into the spell, his mind straining as he forced them to press harder against the wall. The crowd watched in stunned silence as the two spells clashed, the air around them shimmering with heat and energy. The tension was palpable, every gaze fixed on the struggling combatants. Then, with a sudden burst of power, the wall burst outward, dispersing the ¡°Telekinetic Grip¡± spell on the slabs. But just as Mikhail prepared his next spell, Robert¡¯s enchanted sword came towards him at staggering speeds. A tense silence fell over the courtyard. Mikhail stood frozen, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at the blade, now hovering by his neck. He glanced at Robert, his expression a mixture of anger and disbelief. ¡°I¡­ yield,¡± Mikhail said finally, his voice strained. With a flick of his fingers, Robert recalled the blade to his side and sheathed the sword. The murmur of voices filled the hall as the crowd began to stir, a mixture of excitement and disbelief rippling through the gathered nobles. The duel, short yet intense, had left a lasting impression on everyone present. Robert stood at the center of the dueling area, his breath coming in short, shallow bursts. Sweat trickled down his brow, and he felt a dull ache radiating from the core of his mana reserves. Mikhail Crima took a step back, his shoulders stiff and his gaze locked on the sword that had been hovering mere inches from his neck. He looked as if he were struggling to process what had just happened. Slowly, he raised a hand and ran it through his disheveled hair, his lips tightening into a thin line. ¡°You fought well, Lord Robert,¡± Mikhail said, his voice taut with barely suppressed frustration. ¡°I underestimated you.¡± Robert inclined his head, accepting the praise with a calm he didn¡¯t quite feel. ¡°The feeling is mutual, Lord Mikhail, for a mage of the third circle, you were a formidable opponent.¡± Mikhail¡¯s jaw clenched, and for a moment, Robert thought he might say something more. But then Mikhail took another step back, his gaze sweeping over the watching crowd. He offered a stiff bow, his movements almost mechanical. ¡°I yield the victory to House Rest,¡± he said loudly, his voice carrying across the hall. ¡°Lord Robert¡¯s skill is beyond question.¡± The acknowledgment sent a ripple of murmurs through the audience, and Robert could see several of the gathered nobles exchanging meaningful glances. There was respect in their eyes¡ªrespect, and a hint of something else. Uncertainty, perhaps. They had not expected this outcome, and now they were scrambling to adjust their perceptions. As Mikhail turned and walked away, his expression thunderous, Alexander stepped forward, a proud smile tugging at his lips. He moved to Robert¡¯s side, his gaze softening as he took in Robert¡¯s exhausted state. ¡°Breathe, Robert,¡± Alexander murmured, his voice pitched low enough that only Robert could hear. ¡°You did well, though in the future you should use less demanding spells, it will be easier to stand up after battles, believe me.¡± Robert nodded slowly, forcing himself to take a deep breath. He could still feel the strain of the duel¡ªthe heavy drain on his mana, the effort it had taken to maintain his spells. But he had done it. He had won, and he had shown the other nobles that House Rest was not to be underestimated. ¡°Thank you, Alexander,¡± Robert said quietly. ¡°For the array¡­ and for your advice.¡± Alexander¡¯s smile widened. ¡°You¡¯re welcome. But you did all the hard work. That was no easy opponent you just faced.¡± Before Robert could respond, the soft sound of footsteps approached. He turned to see Lady Elena Belen making her way through the thinning crowd, her emerald gown flowing gracefully around her as she moved. Her expression was calm and composed, but there was a spark of interest in her eyes as she looked between Robert and the dissipating remnants of the duel array. ¡°An impressive display, Lord Robert,¡± Elena said, her voice carrying just enough volume to be heard by the few remaining spectators. ¡°I must admit, I hadn¡¯t expected such control and precision. It seems I underestimated you as well.¡± Robert offered her a small, polite smile. ¡°I¡¯m honored by your praise, Lady Elena. But I¡¯m sure I still have much to learn.¡± ¡°Perhaps,¡± Elena murmured, tilting her head slightly. ¡°But that¡¯s what makes it interesting, doesn¡¯t it? To see how much more there is to someone than what first appears.¡± There was a subtle challenge in her words, one that Robert didn¡¯t miss. He met her gaze evenly, his expression calm. ¡°Indeed. I hope we have the chance to see just how much we can learn from each other.¡± Elena¡¯s lips curved into a faint smile. ¡°I¡¯m certain we will.¡± The moment stretched between them, a silent exchange of intent and understanding. Then, with a graceful nod, Elena turned and made her way back toward the main hall, the eyes of several nobles following her as she moved. Robert let out a slow breath, feeling some of the tension ease from his shoulders. The duel had been a success, but the real challenge¡ªthe political maneuvering and subtle negotiations¡ªwas just beginning. He could see it in the way the other heirs and nobles watched him now, their expressions thoughtful, calculating. Alexander glanced at him, one eyebrow raised. ¡°It seems you¡¯ve made quite the impression.¡± Robert chuckled softly, though the sound was tinged with weariness. ¡°That was the point, wasn¡¯t it?¡± ¡°Yes, but it¡¯s more than just an impression,¡± Alexander said quietly. ¡°It¡¯s about power and respect, people might fear your uncle, but now they will also fear you.¡± Robert nodded slowly, his gaze drifting across the hall. He caught glimpses of other nobles watching him¡ªsome openly, others with more subtlety. He could feel the shift in the air, the recalibration of expectations and perceptions. But there was something else, too. A hint of tension, of unease. Not everyone was pleased by his victory. He could see it in the tight expressions of a few lesser heirs, in the way some of the older lords and ladies whispered among themselves. ¡®This is only the beginning,¡¯ Robert thought grimly. He had won the duel, but now he would have to navigate the repercussions. His actions tonight would ripple through the noble circles, influencing alliances and rivalries in ways he could only begin to guess at. ¡°Shall we move on?¡± Alexander asked, breaking through his thoughts. ¡°I think you¡¯ve earned yourself a moment to rest.¡± ¡°Yes, that sounds good,¡± Robert agreed. He took a step forward, but his legs wobbled slightly. Alexander¡¯s hand shot out, steadying him with a firm grip. ¡°Easy,¡± Alexander murmured, his tone gentle. ¡°You¡¯re exhausted. Let¡¯s find a place to sit.¡± Robert nodded, his fatigue catching up with him all at once. The adrenaline of the duel was fading, leaving him feeling drained and unsteady. He let Alexander guide him to a nearby bench, where he sank down with a relieved sigh. They sat in silence for a few moments, the low hum of conversation filling the background. Robert closed his eyes, letting his breathing slow as he focused on regaining his strength. He could still feel the dull ache in his mana reserves, the lingering strain of pushing himself to his limits. ¡°Robert,¡± Alexander said softly, drawing his attention. Robert opened his eyes, meeting his cousin¡¯s steady gaze. Alexander¡¯s expression was serious, his eyes searching Robert¡¯s face as if looking for something. ¡°You¡¯ve proven yourself tonight,¡± Alexander said quietly. ¡°But remember, this is just one battle. There will be many more to come, and not all of them will be fought with spells.¡± Robert nodded slowly. ¡°I know. But tonight¡­ tonight was important.¡± ¡°It was,¡± Alexander agreed. ¡°But don¡¯t let it go to your head. Keep your wits about you, and don¡¯t forget why we¡¯re here.¡± Robert gave a tired smile. ¡°I won¡¯t. Thank you, Alexander. For everything.¡± Alexander¡¯s lips twitched in a faint smile. ¡°Always. Now, get some rest. There¡¯s still plenty of night left, and I have a feeling we¡¯ll be having more conversations before it¡¯s over.¡± Robert nodded, letting his eyes drift shut again. The sounds of the palace seemed to fade into the background, a distant murmur that he barely registered. For the first time since he had arrived at the King¡¯s Summer Palace, Robert allowed himself to relax, even if only for a moment. He had faced Mikhail, and he had emerged victorious. But more than that, he had taken the first step in proving himself¡ªnot just as the Heir of House Rest, but as a force in his own right. There would be more challenges ahead, he knew. More duels, more battles, both physical and political. But for now, just for now, he allowed himself to savor this small victory. It was only the beginning. The Second Day Chapter 9: The Second Day The second day of the gathering dawned cool and clear, the crisp morning air carrying a faint scent of dew-drenched grass and blooming roses. Sunlight streamed through the large windows of the King¡¯s Summer Palace, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Servants moved about quietly, arranging tables and preparing the hall for the day¡¯s events, while nobles trickled in, their voices blending into a soft murmur. Robert stood at one of the windows, gazing out over the sprawling gardens. The events of the previous night lingered in his mind¡ªthe duel with Mikhail, the subtle shifts in the atmosphere that had followed his victory, and the weight of the expectations that now hung over him. He could feel the lingering fatigue from his exertion, but his mind was alert, already planning his next steps. He straightened slightly as Alexander approached, his cousin¡¯s expression as calm and composed as ever. ¡°Mikhail won¡¯t be joining us today,¡± Alexander murmured, his voice pitched low to avoid drawing the attention of nearby nobles. ¡°He¡¯s withdrawn, to train, I assume. It seems losing the duel made him eager to push himself further.¡± Robert nodded thoughtfully. Mikhail¡¯s absence was telling. After last night, the Crima heir must have felt the sting of defeat keenly. Retreating to train and form his 4th Circle was a logical move¡ªone that spoke of determination and ambition. ¡°It¡¯s not surprising,¡± Robert said quietly. ¡°He¡¯s not the type to sit back after a loss. He¡¯ll be back, stronger than before.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Alexander agreed. ¡°But that gives us an opening today. With Mikhail absent, the dynamic will shift. Others will see it as an opportunity to approach you¡ªand to gauge your intentions.¡± Robert turned away from the window, letting out a slow breath. ¡°Then I¡¯ll need to be prepared. Who should I expect to approach first?¡± ¡°Lord Isaac Moone, most likely,¡± Alexander replied. ¡°He¡¯s been eyeing you since the duel, and he¡¯s known for making the first move when there¡¯s a shift in power. After that¡­ House Port might be interested, though they tend to play things cautiously.¡± ¡°Isaac Moone¡­¡± Robert murmured, his mind already running through what he knew about the Moone family. They were influential in the northern regions, known for their naval power and ties to various merchant guilds. Lord Isaac, in particular, had a reputation for being both charming and shrewd. ¡°Should I be expecting a mixture of wit and charm?¡± Robert asked with a faint smile. ¡°Most likely,¡± Alexander said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. ¡°But don¡¯t let that fool you. He¡¯s sharp and quick to exploit any opportunity. Be careful with what you say.¡± Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions. Robert nodded, mentally preparing himself as he watched the hall begin to fill with more nobles. The atmosphere was lighter today, more relaxed. Conversations flowed more freely, the tension of the previous night¡¯s duel dissipating into a more subdued curiosity. The sound of footsteps drew Robert¡¯s attention. He turned to see Lord Isaac Moone approaching, his expression friendly but his eyes gleaming with interest. Isaac was a tall man with dark hair neatly combed back and a strong jawline. He moved with the easy confidence of someone accustomed to command, his gaze sharp and observant. ¡°Lord Robert,¡± Isaac greeted him with a polite nod. ¡°A good morning to you. I hope you¡¯re feeling well after last night¡¯s¡­ excitement.¡± Robert returned the nod, keeping his expression calm. ¡°The pleasure is mine, Lord Isaac. And yes, I¡¯m quite well, thank you. The duel was¡­ invigorating.¡± Isaac¡¯s lips curved into a smile. ¡°Invigorating, indeed. You handled yourself admirably. I must admit, I was impressed by your restraint and control. Not everyone can face an opponent like Mikhail and remain so composed.¡± ¡°Thank you,¡± Robert said smoothly. ¡°But I¡¯m sure there are many here who could have done the same¡ªor better.¡± ¡°Perhaps,¡± Isaac murmured, tilting his head slightly. ¡°But few would have shown such balance. You managed to win with restraint. That¡¯s a rare quality, especially in someone so young.¡± Robert inclined his head, acknowledging the compliment. He could sense the subtle probing in Isaac¡¯s words, the way he was testing the waters, trying to determine how much Robert would reveal. ¡°Restraint is necessary,¡± Robert said softly. ¡°A show of power without control is more dangerous than weakness. It¡¯s like the sea¡ªbeautiful and powerful, but capable of great destruction if left unchecked.¡± Isaac¡¯s eyes lit up with interest. ¡°An insightful comparison. I see you¡¯ve given this some thought.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve had time to think,¡± Robert replied simply. Isaac studied him for a moment longer, then nodded slowly. ¡°I look forward to seeing how you continue to shape your abilities¡ªand your house¡¯s influence¡ªin the days to come.¡± With that, he offered a small, polite smile, then turned and moved on, leaving Robert to ponder the brief exchange. He could feel the eyes of other nobles on him, watching, waiting to see who would approach him next. As the day wore on, several other nobles took their turn, each one seeking to gauge Robert¡¯s intentions and strength in the wake of his victory over Mikhail. Lords and ladies from various houses approached him with carefully worded compliments and subtle questions, probing at the edges of his resolve. Robert met each one with calm composure, deflecting their inquiries with practiced ease. But the absence of Mikhail¡¯s presence loomed over the proceedings. It was as if a piece of the carefully constructed balance had shifted, leaving a void that no one quite knew how to fill. The other heirs seemed uncertain, hesitant to make any bold moves without seeing how the dynamic between Robert and Mikhail would play out. Robert took advantage of the lull, using the time to observe and gather information. He noted who seemed eager to align themselves with him, who kept their distance, and who seemed to be waiting for an opportunity to exploit. By midday, he had spoken with representatives from several major houses¡ªHouse Port, House Tawn, and even a few lesser houses seeking to ingratiate themselves. The interactions were cordial, but Robert could sense the undercurrents of ambition in almost every conversation. ¡°Interesting day so far,¡± Alexander remarked quietly as they found a moment of reprieve near one of the large windows overlooking the gardens. ¡°You¡¯ve drawn quite a bit of attention.¡± ¡°Attention isn¡¯t always a good thing,¡± Robert replied, his voice low. ¡°Especially when everyone¡¯s looking for a weakness to exploit.¡± ¡°True,¡± Alexander conceded. ¡°But you¡¯ve held your own. No one¡¯s walked away with more than they came in with.¡± Robert nodded slowly. ¡°Still, I¡¯d rather not have to play this game forever.¡± ¡°You won¡¯t have to,¡± Alexander assured him. ¡°Once you¡¯ve established your position, things will settle. They¡¯ll see you as more than just a rival to Mikhail. They¡¯ll see you as someone worth allying with.¡± Robert glanced at his cousin, taking in the confidence in Alexander¡¯s gaze. ¡°You really think that¡¯s possible?¡± ¡°I do,¡± Alexander said firmly. ¡°But you¡¯ll need to stay strong. And remember¡ªtoday is just a small piece of the larger picture. Mikhail will be back, stronger and more determined. But that¡¯s a problem for tomorrow.¡± Robert let out a slow breath, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. ¡°Right. One step at a time.¡± He turned his gaze back to the hall, watching the ebb and flow of conversation and intrigue. He had won the duel, made his presence known, and navigated the delicate dance of politics for another day. Back and Forth Chapter 10: Back and Forth The grand hall of the King¡¯s Summer Palace was bathed in the warm glow of evening light as the gathering of nobles prepared to draw to a close. The air hummed with anticipation as servants moved about, lighting the last of the lanterns and adjusting the curtains, while the assembled lords and ladies murmured quietly among themselves. The tension and excitement of the past few days still lingered, hanging like a palpable mist. All eyes turned to the dais as the King of the Commonwealth, his figure draped in robes of deep blue and gold, stepped forward. He stood with the ease and grace of a man accustomed to command, his gaze sweeping across the hall before he began to speak. ¡°Lords and Ladies of the Commonwealth,¡± he began, his voice carrying effortlessly through the room. ¡°I thank you for gathering here over these past few days, and for the discussions and displays of skill that have taken place.¡± The King¡¯s tone was measured, calm, but there was an undercurrent of authority in his words that made even the most powerful nobles stand a little straighter. Robert listened intently, his gaze fixed on the monarch. The King spoke not only as the ruler of the Commonwealth but as its stabilizing force, a reminder of the balance each noble house must uphold. ¡°In our realm, strength and wisdom must walk hand in hand,¡± the King continued. ¡°Power, untampered by responsibility, leads only to discord. Ambition, when unchecked, can tear at the very fabric of what we have built. It is balance that sustains us. Balance between the great houses, between tradition and progress, between duty and desire.¡± His gaze lingered briefly on several of the younger heirs¡ªincluding Robert¡ªbefore moving on. ¡°Each of you holds a part of that balance in your hands. I urge you to remember this as you move forward. It is your duty not only to your houses but to the Commonwealth itself.¡± The King¡¯s eyes swept the hall once more, his expression solemn but steady. ¡°With that, I bring this gathering to a close. May you all find your paths forward with wisdom, and may the Commonwealth continue to prosper under our collective guidance.¡± He gave a slight bow of his head, and the hall erupted into polite applause. The King stepped back, his presence still commanding even as he withdrew to his seat. The murmurs of conversation resumed, and the nobles began to disperse, some lingering to exchange parting words while others made their way to the exits. Robert turned to Alexander, who stood quietly at his side. ¡°That was shorter than I expected,¡± Robert murmured. ¡°Effective, though,¡± Alexander replied softly. ¡°He spoke to everyone¡ªand to no one at the same time. The message was clear: don¡¯t let your personal ambitions throw the Commonwealth off balance.¡± Robert nodded thoughtfully. It was a fitting end to the gathering¡ªa reminder that, despite the rivalries and power plays, they were all part of a larger whole. Still, he could feel the subtle shift in the atmosphere. The real maneuvering would begin once everyone returned to their respective territories. Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. ¡°Shall we?¡± Alexander asked, nodding toward the slowly dispersing crowd. ¡°Yes,¡± Robert said, taking a deep breath. ¡°Let¡¯s say our goodbyes.¡± They made their way through the hall, exchanging brief farewells with several lords and heirs. The interactions were polite but guarded¡ªeach word, each gesture weighed and measured. Robert received a few respectful nods and cautious smiles, and he noted with satisfaction that there was less condescension and more respect in the gazes that followed him. Lord Isaac Moone approached with a smooth, easy stride, his expression friendly. ¡°Lord Robert,¡± Isaac greeted him with a respectful bow of the head. ¡°A word before we depart?¡± ¡°Of course, Lord Isaac,¡± Robert replied. ¡°I wanted to offer my congratulations again,¡± Isaac said, his tone sincere but carefully neutral. ¡°You made quite the impression. It¡¯s not often that someone stands out so prominently in a gathering like this.¡± ¡°Thank you, Lord Isaac,¡± Robert replied, maintaining his calm demeanor. ¡°But it was just one moment. The real test will be in how we move forward.¡± ¡°Indeed,¡± Isaac agreed with a faint smile. ¡°Still, I look forward to seeing how you continue to grow. Perhaps we¡¯ll have the chance to speak again under less formal circumstances.¡± ¡°I would welcome it,¡± Robert said, inclining his head. With that, Isaac offered a polite nod and moved on, leaving Robert to ponder the subtle undertones of the conversation. Several other nobles approached to offer similar parting words¡ªrespectful, cautious, and filled with unspoken questions. By the time Robert and Alexander made their way to the courtyard, the crowd had begun to thin, the nobles filtering out of the palace grounds and making their way to their waiting carriages. ¡°Back to Dracaena, then?¡± Alexander asked as they reached their own convoy, the metal horse golems standing ready. ¡°Yes,¡± Robert said quietly. ¡°Back home.¡± They climbed into the carriage, and the convoy set off at a brisk pace. The journey was smooth and uneventful, the countryside blurring past as the golems moved with steady precision. Robert gazed out of the window, his thoughts drifting as he replayed the events of the gathering in his mind. By the time they reached the familiar gates of Dracaena, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the estate grounds. The servants moved efficiently, unloading their luggage and tending to the golems as Robert and Alexander made their way inside. A steward appeared at the entrance, bowing low. ¡°The Duke requests your presence in his study, my lord,¡± the man said respectfully. Robert exchanged a glance with Alexander, then nodded. ¡°Very well. I¡¯ll go at once.¡± The walk to his father¡¯s study felt both familiar and oddly distant. Robert paused briefly outside the door, taking a moment to compose himself before stepping inside. Duke Sigismund Jon Rest looked up as Robert entered, his piercing gaze softening slightly as he took in his son¡¯s presence. He gestured to the chair opposite his desk, a small smile playing on his lips. ¡°Welcome back, Robert,¡± the Duke said warmly. ¡°I hear you made quite an impression at the gathering.¡± Robert took a seat, folding his hands neatly in his lap. ¡°I did my best, Father.¡± ¡°And it showed,¡± the Duke replied, his gaze thoughtful. ¡°You¡¯ve taken an important step forward, but there¡¯s still much to do. Your performance last night demonstrated your strength, but now it¡¯s time to focus on building your connections.¡± Robert nodded, waiting for his father to continue. ¡°It is time for you to depart for the University of Varsovia, in mid-August,¡± the Duke announced. ¡°It¡¯s time for you to expand your horizons. The University will provide you with more than just an education¡ªit will offer you opportunities to forge alliances, deepen your knowledge, and solidify your standing.¡± Robert¡¯s heart skipped a beat. He had known this was coming, but hearing it said aloud made it feel all the more real. ¡°I understand, Father.¡± With that, Robert rose and took his leave, his mind already racing ahead to the next step. The journey to Varsovia would be the beginning of a new chapter¡ªa chapter filled with promise, challenges, and the unknown. As he returned to his chambers, Robert stood by the window, staring out at the darkened grounds of the estate. He thought of the King¡¯s speech, of the expectations placed upon him, and the path that lay ahead. This was only the beginning. With a deep breath, Robert turned away from the window, a sense of determination settling over him. The University of Varsovia awaited, and he would be ready. Arrival at Rest Residence Chapter 11: Arrival at the Rest Residence The wheels of the carriage ground to a halt, and Robert Sigismund Rest felt the familiar lurch of inertia tugging at him as they stopped. He took a deep breath, glancing out the small window to the mansion beyond. It was the Rest Residence in Varsovia¡ªa grand, imposing structure of white stone and intricate ironwork gates, guarded by enchanted constructs. The building stood tall, casting long shadows across the manicured grounds in the waning light of late afternoon. ¡°Master Robert,¡± Alexander¡¯s voice called out from the front of the carriage. The man¡¯s deep, calm tone brought a sense of steadiness that Robert had come to rely on. ¡°We¡¯ve arrived safely. Would you like assistance?¡± Robert hesitated before shaking his head. He glanced down at his legs, feeling the familiar weakness in them. The long journey from Dracaena had been draining, even though he¡¯d used ¡°Levitate¡± to keep himself off the seat for most of the trip. His physical condition had never been strong¡ªsomething he¡¯d learned to live with but never fully accepted. ¡°No, thank you, Alexander. I¡¯ll manage.¡± His voice, soft but steady, rang out in the confined space. With a slight wave of his hand, he activated ¡°Levitate¡±, gently lifting himself a few centimeters above the ground. The faint hum of magic thrummed in his ears as he hovered forward, slowly gliding out of the carriage door that Alexander held open. The cool Varsovian air brushed against his skin, bringing a sense of clarity to his mind. ¡°Welcome back, young master,¡± Peter Rest said quietly, bowing slightly. Despite being a distant relative, Peter was granted the prestigious position of Sejm Representative, and so far he had shown unwavering respect and loyalty. Robert nodded in acknowledgment and moved toward the entrance of the mansion. A group of attendants and guards were lined up to greet him, bowing as he approached. Peter, an elderly man with silver hair and a carefully maintained mustache, followed behind him. ¡°We have arranged for your quarters to be prepared, and we have set up the study with all the books you might need for your upcoming year.¡± The senator¡¯s voice was smooth and practiced, betraying no hint of the curiosity or concern Robert imagined he might feel. Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. ¡°Thank you, Peter. That will be all for now,¡± Robert replied, his tone neutral. He wanted to keep the interactions brief. The sooner he settled into the residence, the sooner he could begin planning his preparations for the upcoming school year. As they walked through the wide corridors of the Rest Residence, Robert¡¯s mind wandered to the coming challenges. The University of Varsovia wasn¡¯t just any institution¡ªit was where the heirs of noble families, military commanders, and skilled mages were trained. It would be a place where his weaknesses would be on display, where his reclusiveness would be noticed. But it would also be a place where he could grow. ¡®Focus on what¡¯s ahead,¡¯ he reminded himself, forcing his mind back to the present. He glanced at the portraits lining the walls, each depicting members of House Rest¡ªstrong figures, resolute faces. His eyes lingered on one in particular: Reginald Rest, his older brother, painted in all his youthful vigor before the plague claimed him at seventeen. ¡®You¡¯d have made a better impression,¡¯ Robert thought, feeling a pang of loss. Reginald had been everything Robert wasn¡¯t¡ªphysically robust, outgoing, a natural leader. But fate had taken him, leaving the responsibility of House Rest¡¯s future to Robert. Arriving at his chambers, he dismissed the attendants with a quiet thanks. The room was just as he remembered it: spacious, with tall windows overlooking the garden and a heavy oak desk littered with scrolls and books on magical theory. Robert settled himself at the desk, his fingers brushing against the rough parchment of a tome on summoning magic. The task ahead was daunting, but he had to be ready. He thought back to the expectations placed on him by his father, Duke Sigismund Jon Rest, and the advice of his uncle, Archmage Frank Rest. ¡®Prove yourself capable, Robert. Let them see that you are more than just the frail heir of Dracaena,¡¯ his uncle¡¯s words echoed in his mind. A soft knock interrupted his thoughts. ¡°Come in,¡± Robert called, glancing toward the door. Alexander entered, his tall frame barely fitting through the doorway. ¡°You seem deep in thought, young master,¡± he observed. ¡°Nervous about the Academy?¡± Robert hesitated before giving a small nod. ¡°I¡¯d be lying if I said I wasn¡¯t. This¡­ place will be different, Alexander. There will be expectations and eyes watching for any sign of weakness.¡± Alexander¡¯s gaze softened. ¡°You¡¯ve faced challenges before, and you¡¯ve proven yourself stronger than most expect. The Academy will be no different. And you won¡¯t be alone.¡± Robert offered a faint smile at that, appreciating the support. ¡°Thank you. But for now, I think I need to plan my approach for the first day. Establishing a good impression will be crucial.¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Alexander said, bowing slightly. ¡°I¡¯ll leave you to your thoughts, then.¡± As Alexander exited the room, Robert returned his attention to the book in front of him. He activated ¡°Levitate¡± again, gliding up to reach a higher shelf where more advanced texts were stored. His eyes scanned the spines until he found one that caught his interest: The Principles of Arcane Authority. Pulling it out, he hovered back down, flipping through the pages. His mind raced with potential strategies, spells, and interactions. The University would be a place of both opportunity and danger. He would have to be cautious but bold, reserved but assertive. ¡®It¡¯s time to show them what I can do.¡¯ The sound of the city outside filtered in through the open window. Varsovia, the heart of the Commonwealth, was vibrant and alive, its energy palpable even within the secluded grounds of the Rest Residence. Robert took a deep breath and set the book down. The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear¡ªhe would not let the opportunity slip by. Tomorrow, his journey at the University of Varsovia would begin. The University Gates Chapter 12: The University Gates The streets of Varsovia buzzed with the lively clamor of city life¡ªtraders peddling wares, nobles engaging in hushed conversations, and the ever-present sound of horse-drawn carriages traversing the cobbled roads. Robert watched it all through the window of his carriage, his gaze thoughtful as he absorbed the sights and sounds of the capital. Though he had been to Varsovia many times, this journey felt different. The towering gates of the University of Varsovia loomed ahead, intricately crafted with spell work and inscriptions that shimmered faintly in the sunlight. Massive iron bars formed an arch that stood open, flanked by two grand statues¡ªone of a scholar holding an open book, and the other of a warrior, blade in hand, their presence both welcoming and imposing. Magical wards, almost imperceptible to the untrained eye, pulsed around the gates, a reminder of the protective spells that secured the grounds. ¡°It¡¯s more magnificent than I imagined,¡± Robert murmured, more to himself than to Alexander, who sat opposite him in the carriage. ¡°It is, young master,¡± Alexander replied, his gaze following Robert¡¯s. ¡°This place will be where you¡¯ll spend a great deal of your time for the next four years.¡± Robert nodded slightly. The University of Varsovia may not be his home¡ªthat title was reserved for the Rest Residence¡ªbut it would be the setting for much of his development and education. It would be the place where he would prove his worth as a mage and future head of House Rest. The carriage came to a halt just beyond the gates. Dozens of other carriages were lined up, some more extravagant than others, each bearing the crests of various noble houses. Students, clad in a mix of tailored robes and practical attire, milled about, their voices a blend of excitement, trepidation, and familiarity. Servants unloaded trunks and crates, while a few senior students¡ªeasily identified by their embroidered robes and confident posture¡ªstood near their House Banners, welcoming the newcomers. Robert exited the carriage, hovering just above the ground with a subtle application of ¡°Levitate¡±. His gaze swept the surroundings, cataloging every detail. Students from House Vyrden were gathered in small clusters, engaged in animated discussions about spell formulas and research projects. House Arcturus students stood with an air of confidence, already assessing potential rivals and allies. Meanwhile, the warriors of House Cadeyrn stood by their banner, their expressions warm and inviting, setting a welcoming atmosphere for the new students. Victor Sevrin, the House Captain of Cadeyrn, caught sight of Robert and stepped forward. His voice, clear and friendly, carried over the crowd. ¡°Welcome to House Cadeyrn, Robert Rest!¡± he called out, drawing several curious gazes. His short-cropped blond hair and sharp eyes gave him a strong presence, but there was no hint of rivalry in his demeanor¡ªonly genuine warmth. ¡°We¡¯re glad to have you with us.¡± Robert nodded respectfully. ¡°Thank you, Captain Sevrin.¡± ¡°Formal as always, I see,¡± Victor said with a light chuckle. ¡°There¡¯s no need for that here. We¡¯re all Housemates, and our goal is to support each other¡¯s growth.¡± This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. ¡°Understood,¡± Robert replied, relaxing slightly. There was something about the University¡¯s atmosphere that made it feel different from the cutthroat environments of noble gatherings. ¡°Lysandra, why don¡¯t you take Robert on a tour of the grounds?¡± Victor suggested, glancing over his shoulder at the raven-haired third-year standing beside him. ¡°I need to stay here and welcome the rest of the new students.¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Lysandra said with a small smile, stepping forward. ¡°Come along, Robert. I¡¯ll show you around and answer any questions you might have.¡± As they moved away from the bustling entry area, Robert glanced at Lysandra, taking in her confident stride and calm demeanor. ¡°How does the class scheduling work for first-year students?¡± he asked, breaking the silence. Lysandra raised an eyebrow, seemingly pleased by his directness. ¡°For the first two years, your subjects are mostly assigned. The goal is to build a strong foundation in both practical and theoretical magic. You¡¯ll have set classes in Summoning, Magical Theory, Combat Training, and Telekinesis, among others. It ensures that every student has a well-rounded education.¡± ¡°That makes sense,¡± Robert replied, nodding thoughtfully. ¡°And what about the later years?¡± ¡°Years three and four are different,¡± Lysandra explained as they strolled past the grand lecture halls. ¡°By then, you¡¯ll have more control over your schedule. You choose six subjects to specialize in, divided into Standard Level and Higher-Level courses. Standard Level classes have three hours per week, and Higher-Level classes have six hours per week. It¡¯s a significant change, and it¡¯s where students start to define their strengths and areas of expertise.¡± Robert¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly as he processed the information. ¡°So, specialization begins in the third year. But that means the foundation built in the first two years is crucial.¡± ¡°Exactly,¡± Lysandra said, smiling approvingly. ¡°Most students find that their interests or strengths evolve during the first two years. By the time you reach the third year, you should have a clearer idea of where you want to focus your efforts.¡± They continued walking, Lysandra pointing out various landmarks¡ªthe dueling arenas, the research towers, and the expansive library that housed rare tomes and scrolls from across the Commonwealth. ¡°Here¡¯s the lecture hall where most of your classes will be held,¡± Lysandra said, stopping in front of a grand building with tall columns and intricate carvings depicting various magical practices. ¡°We¡¯ve got some of the best professors in the Commonwealth. They¡¯ll push you hard, but it¡¯s all to bring out your potential.¡± ¡°I expected no less from a place like this,¡± Robert murmured, his gaze lingering on the carvings. Each figure depicted mastery over a different element or field of magic, a testament to the University¡¯s reputation. ¡°Any other questions?¡± Lysandra asked, turning her gaze to him. Robert hesitated for a moment. ¡°What¡¯s the atmosphere like here? I¡¯ve heard¡­ different things.¡± Lysandra¡¯s expression softened. ¡°I know what you mean. Many students come here expecting intense rivalry and competition. But the University is more of an oasis¡ªa place where you can explore your abilities and push yourself without the constant pressure of politics or family expectations. It¡¯s a chance to grow in your own way.¡± Robert found himself nodding again, a faint smile tugging at his lips. ¡°That¡¯s¡­ reassuring.¡± They continued the tour, with Lysandra sharing anecdotes and advice along the way. By the time they arrived at the Cadeyrn common room, Robert felt a sense of familiarity beginning to build. The common room itself was a large, welcoming space, filled with comfortable seating, tables for study or discussion, and a grand fireplace at one end. House banners adorned the walls, and a few senior students were already gathered, exchanging greetings and welcoming the new arrivals. ¡°This is where we gather for House meetings and events,¡± Lysandra said, gesturing to the room. ¡°It¡¯s also a good place to study or relax between classes. We¡¯re a tight-knit group, so don¡¯t hesitate to ask for help if you need it.¡± Robert took a deep breath, letting himself relax further. The University, despite its grandeur and prestige, felt surprisingly inviting. He would need to adjust his expectations, but perhaps that was a good thing. ¡°Thank you, Lysandra,¡± he said sincerely. ¡°I appreciate the tour.¡± ¡°Anytime, Robert,¡± she replied, giving him a nod. ¡°And remember, we¡¯re all here to support each other¡¯s growth. I think you¡¯ll fit in just fine.¡± With that, she left him to explore the common room on his own. Robert moved to an empty table and opened a small notebook he¡¯d brought along, jotting down his initial thoughts and observations. The names of key students, potential strengths and weaknesses he¡¯d noticed, and ideas for how to approach his studies. The First Day Chapter 13: The First Day The clear morning chime of the bell tower echoed across the campus of the University of Varsovia, signaling the start of the academic year. Robert moved purposefully through the hallways, his steps measured as he hovered just a few centimeters above the ground using ¡°Levitate¡±. He glanced down at his schedule parchment, noting that his first class of the day was Magic Theory¡ªa compulsory subject for all first-year students. ¡®It¡¯s going to be a long hour,¡¯ Robert thought, sighing inwardly. He knew that this class, designed to cater to a broad range of students from diverse backgrounds, would cover elementary concepts that he had long since mastered. Stepping into the grand lecture hall, Robert was met with the sight of tiered rows of wooden desks, each equipped with an array-engraved surface for channeling and controlling magic particles. The room¡¯s sheer size seemed to amplify the murmurs of conversation and the rustling of parchment as students took their seats. He chose a desk near the back, preferring a vantage point that allowed him a full view of the class. As he settled in, he glanced around at his peers. Most of them seemed attentive, perhaps even excited¡ªlikely those who hadn¡¯t had much formal instruction in magic before coming to the University. For many of them, this class would be a crucial foundation. A middle-aged professor with a meticulously groomed mustache and a stern gaze stepped up to the podium, his robes flowing as he moved. He cleared his throat, and the room fell silent. ¡°Good morning, students,¡± he began, his voice projecting with an authority that immediately commanded attention. ¡°I am Professor Kalson, and I will be teaching you Magic Theory this year. This course is designed to build a strong foundation in the principles of magic, regardless of your prior experience or training. By the end of this course, you will understand the mechanics of every spell you cast and, more importantly, how to refine them.¡± Robert adjusted his posture, settling in for what he knew would be a tedious lesson. The professor launched into an explanation of the basic properties of magical energy¡ªMP, or magic particles¡ªhow they flowed through the body, and how they were channeled into spells. He spoke at length about the different types of magical circuits, the interaction between MP and physical stamina, and the importance of maintaining a steady MP flow. Robert sighed quietly, his gaze drifting to the window. He had gone over these concepts countless times under his uncle¡¯s tutelage. MP control, spell structures, equilibrium states¡ªnone of this was new to him. He glanced around at his fellow students. Some were scribbling notes furiously, their expressions a mix of fascination and concentration. Others looked more uncertain, perhaps trying to keep up with the professor¡¯s rapid explanations. The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. ¡®A necessary review for them, I suppose,¡¯ Robert mused. But for him, it was little more than a repetition of what he had already mastered. His gaze shifted downward to his own hands. The soft shimmer of MP danced at his fingertips, almost imperceptible to anyone who wasn¡¯t looking closely. If he was to spend this hour sitting through a review of the basics, he might as well put his time to better use. Beneath the desk, where it would go unnoticed, Robert began to manipulate the MP in his body, channeling it through his fingertips. He crafted thin tendrils of psychic energy, each one no thicker than a strand of hair. They moved in a delicate pattern, weaving through the air in a display of control that went well beyond what the current lesson covered. ¡®Let¡¯s try something new¡­¡¯ He visualized a small barrier¡ªa construct of psychic energy that would respond to external forces without his direct command. With a subtle pulse of concentration, he directed the tendrils into a series of interlocking shapes, forming a lattice-like structure in his palm. The energy shimmered faintly, each connection stabilizing the others. Robert increased the density of the lattice, adding layers until the entire construct was as small and dense as a marble. ¡®It¡¯s stable,¡¯ he thought, suppressing a smile of satisfaction. ¡®Now, let¡¯s see if it reacts¡­¡¯ He extended one of the psychic tendrils outward, letting it brush against the surface of the barrier. Immediately, the lattice pulsed, redirecting the energy back toward the source. Robert¡¯s eyes widened slightly in surprise. The barrier responded exactly as he had envisioned¡ªdeflecting the tendril¡¯s force without destabilizing. Before he could test it further, a faint pressure brushed against his awareness. Robert¡¯s gaze snapped up, meeting Professor Kalson¡¯s eyes for a brief moment. The professor¡¯s expression remained neutral, but there was a glimmer of something in his gaze¡ªcuriosity, perhaps, or a hint of recognition. Whatever it was, it vanished as quickly as it had appeared, and the professor turned his attention back to the class. Robert allowed the barrier to dissolve, the MP dissipating silently into the air. He picked up his quill and began copying down the diagrams on the chalkboard, a faint sense of amusement tugging at the corners of his mind. Professor Kalson continued the lecture, moving on to the basic principles of mana conversion and how different magical schools interacted with various elemental properties. He elaborated on the dangers of improper channeling, the risks of overextending one¡¯s MP reserves, and the importance of balancing magical exertion with physical stamina. Robert¡¯s mind, however, was already racing with possibilities for further refinement of his psychic constructs. The feedback mechanism in the lattice could be adjusted to reflect or absorb external energy based on specific parameters. If he combined it with a telekinetic field¡­ The rest of the class passed in a blur of calculations and experimentation. By the time the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the period, Robert had already formed and dissolved several more psychic constructs, each one more complex than the last. ¡°Rest, a moment if you would,¡± Professor Kalson¡¯s voice called out as Robert gathered his belongings. Robert paused, turning to face the professor. ¡°Yes, Professor?¡± Kalson¡¯s gaze was calm, yet there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes. ¡°I trust you found today¡¯s lesson¡­ underwhelming?¡± Robert hesitated, then inclined his head slightly. ¡°I appreciate the review, but I¡¯m already familiar with most of the material.¡± ¡°Understandable,¡± Kalson murmured. ¡°Your background suggests as much. Still, I would advise against letting boredom lead to complacency. Even the basics can yield new insights if approached with the right mindset.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll keep that in mind,¡± Robert replied politely. The professor nodded thoughtfully. ¡°If you ever wish to discuss more advanced topics, I¡¯d be happy to accommodate. For now, you¡¯re dismissed.¡± Robert offered a small bow of respect before turning and leaving the room. As he stepped out into the hallway, he glanced at his schedule again. The next class was Magic Circle Theory, another compulsory subject. He couldn¡¯t help but feel a glimmer of hope¡ªperhaps this class would offer something a bit more engaging. ¡®One class down,¡¯ he thought, allowing a faint smile to curve his lips as he made his way to the next lecture hall. ¡®Let¡¯s see what the rest of the day brings.¡¯ Circles of Complexity Chapter 14: Circles of Complexity The corridors of the University of Varsovia were alive with activity as students moved between classes, their conversations and footsteps blending into a constant hum of sound. Robert weaved through the throng, his expression calm as he hovered just slightly above the ground with a subtle application of ¡°Levitate¡±. The hallways seemed to stretch endlessly, each one leading to a different part of the campus, filled with classrooms, practice areas, and lecture halls dedicated to every conceivable branch of magic. He checked his schedule once more. The next class was Magic Circle Theory¡ªanother compulsory subject for all first-year students. Although he knew much of the content would likely cover the fundamental principles of constructing magic circles, which he had long since mastered, he hoped the professor¡¯s approach might provide a new perspective or some insight into advanced applications. Stepping into the designated classroom, Robert took in his surroundings. The room was spacious, its walls lined with diagrams and charts depicting various types of magic circles, from simple containment spells to complex summoning arrays. Rows of desks faced a large central area where a massive chalkboard displayed the title of today¡¯s lecture: The Fundamentals of Circle Construction. Robert chose a seat near the middle, setting down his notebook and quill. As other students began to filter in, he noted the variety of expressions¡ªsome eager, others hesitant. He recognized a few familiar faces from his House, but for the most part, this was a new set of peers, all here to learn one of the core aspects of magical theory. The door swung open, and a middle-aged professor with graying hair and an air of quiet authority entered. He moved to the front of the room with a purposeful stride, his gaze sweeping over the assembled students. ¡°Good morning, everyone,¡± the professor began, his voice carrying easily through the hall. ¡°I am Professor Alder, and I will be guiding you through the principles and applications of Magic Circle Theory this year. This subject forms the backbone of almost every magical practice you will encounter, from basic enchantments to advanced summoning and array creation.¡± He gestured to the chalkboard, and with a flick of his wrist, a complex diagram of a magic circle appeared in glowing lines of light. The circle was intricately detailed, filled with runes, symbols, and intersecting geometric patterns. ¡°Today, we¡¯ll be starting with the fundamental structures of a magic circle. While most of you may already know how to construct a simple circle for basic spells, true mastery requires a deeper understanding of the interaction between these elements. A well-crafted circle should be an extension of the caster¡¯s intent, capable of channeling, containing, and redirecting magic particles with absolute precision.¡± Robert leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed on the glowing diagram. This was at least a more engaging start than the previous class. Professor Alder¡¯s explanation was clear, and the diagram displayed a level of complexity that suggested a nuanced approach to the topic. ¡°Let¡¯s begin with the most basic form,¡± Professor Alder said, his fingers tracing the outer edge of the circle. ¡°A containment circle. This type of circle is designed to hold a specific amount of MP within its bounds, ensuring that no energy is lost. It¡¯s the foundation for more advanced constructs, such as summoning and enchantment circles.¡± If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. The professor continued, breaking down each component of the containment circle in meticulous detail. He explained how the thickness of the lines, the spacing of the runes, and the exact angles of the symbols all contributed to the stability and efficiency of the circle. As he spoke, the diagram shifted and changed, highlighting each element in turn. ¡°Now, let¡¯s move on to a slightly more advanced concept,¡± Professor Alder said, waving his hand. The containment circle morphed into a summoning circle, its structure growing more intricate. ¡°Summoning circles, as you know, require a much higher level of control. Not only must the circle hold the summoned entity, but it must also anchor it to this plane and regulate the flow of MP to sustain it.¡± Robert¡¯s quill moved swiftly across the page, copying down each diagram and note. His mind, however, was already dissecting and analyzing the information, comparing it to what he had learned from his uncle¡¯s teachings. Professor Alder¡¯s emphasis on runic placement and geometric precision was intriguing, but Robert could see areas where the circle¡¯s efficiency could be improved¡ªslight adjustments to the spacing or the addition of secondary runes that would minimize energy loss. ¡®Perhaps I could test these adjustments later,¡¯ Robert mused, a faint smile tugging at his lips. This class, at least, seemed to offer a foundation upon which he could build and experiment. As the lecture continued, Robert found himself increasingly absorbed in the material. Professor Alder¡¯s explanations were thorough, and while much of it was familiar, there were still nuances and techniques that sparked his curiosity. The professor¡¯s focus on the theoretical underpinnings of each circle, rather than just the practical application, provided a new perspective that Robert found surprisingly engaging. ¡°Let¡¯s try a simple exercise,¡± Professor Alder said, breaking Robert out of his thoughts. ¡°I want each of you to create a containment circle based on the diagram I¡¯ve shown. Take your time and focus on precision. Remember, even the slightest deviation can disrupt the stability of the entire structure.¡± Robert glanced down at his desk. The surface was engraved with an array channel, designed to facilitate the formation of magic circles. He placed his hands on the desk and took a deep breath, gathering the MP within him. Slowly, he began to channel the energy through his fingertips, directing it into the desk¡¯s array. A faint glow appeared, and lines of light began to trace out the shape of the containment circle. He worked methodically, ensuring that each line was perfectly straight, and each symbol was precisely placed. Around him, other students were doing the same, their faces set in concentration. Robert glanced to his left and saw several circles taking shape¡ªeach one reflecting the unique style and skill level of its creator. Some were clean and well-formed, while others wavered, the light flickering as their creators struggled to stabilize the flow of energy. Robert returned his attention to his own work. He had already completed the basic structure of the containment circle and was now adding secondary runes to reinforce the outer edge. These runes, if placed correctly, would help contain excess MP and prevent it from leaking outside the circle¡¯s bounds. ¡®There,¡¯ he thought, adding the final rune with a precise stroke of energy. The circle pulsed softly, the light stabilizing as the entire construct settled into place. Professor Alder moved between the desks, examining each student¡¯s work. When he reached Robert¡¯s desk, he paused, his gaze sweeping over the intricate circle. He nodded slowly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. ¡°An impressive application of secondary runes, Mr. Rest,¡± he said quietly. ¡°I see you¡¯ve already grasped the concept of reinforcing a containment circle. Well done.¡± ¡°Thank you, Professor,¡± Robert replied with a respectful nod. Professor Alder lingered for a moment longer, then moved on to the next student. Robert let out a breath he hadn¡¯t realized he¡¯d been holding. The praise was unexpected, but welcome. It was rare for him to receive acknowledgment for his skills, especially in an environment where most of his peers were still catching up. The rest of the class passed in a blur of exercises and detailed analysis. By the time the bell rang, Robert felt a sense of satisfaction that he hadn¡¯t experienced in the previous lesson. Magic Circle Theory might not be entirely new to him, but it offered enough complexity to keep his mind engaged. Gathering his belongings, he made his way out of the classroom, his mind still buzzing with thoughts of magic circles and possible modifications. The next class was a general subject¡ªHistory of the Commonwealth¡ªbut for the first time that day, he felt a flicker of genuine anticipation. Perhaps there was more to this academic life than he¡¯d initially expected. History of the Commonwealth Chapter 15: History of the Commonwealth The bell¡¯s chime resonated across the campus, signaling the end of the morning¡¯s lesson blocks. Robert glanced at his schedule, noting the twenty-minute break before his next class. Students streamed into the open-air courtyard, where small clusters of conversation sprang up. The sounds of laughter and debate filled the air as students shared their thoughts on the day¡¯s first lessons or simply took the time to relax before diving back into their studies. Robert, however, preferred to keep to himself. He found a quiet corner under the shade of a large oak tree and pulled out his notes. The Magic Circle Theory class earlier had been more engaging than expected, but the general subjects, like the upcoming History of the Commonwealth, would likely demand more rote learning and essay writing than actual application. ¡®Still,¡¯ he thought, scanning through the neatly organized pages of his notebook, ¡®it¡¯s important to understand the structure of the exams. I¡¯ll have to adapt to their format if I¡¯m to excel here.¡¯ As the break drew to a close, Robert made his way toward the history lecture hall, already mentally preparing himself. He¡¯d overheard that Professor Reinhardt¡¯s lessons were rigorous and focused on specific exam techniques. It wasn¡¯t just about understanding history¡ªit was about learning how to respond to the structured demands of the University¡¯s testing system. The lecture hall itself was a grand space, its walls adorned with maps and portraits of past monarchs and Archmages. The light filtering through tall windows cast shadows across the room, adding a sense of gravitas to the surroundings. Robert chose a seat near the middle and settled in, setting out his notebook and quill in preparation for the lesson. As students filed in and took their places, a few exchanged glances and murmured comments about the upcoming lecture. Many seemed eager¡ªperhaps because this was their first exposure to Reinhardt¡¯s renowned teaching style. Robert noted the expressions of his peers with quiet interest. Despite their varied backgrounds, they were all focused and ready. The door at the front of the hall swung open, and Professor Reinhardt strode in. In his early thirties, he was far younger than most would expect for a scholar of his stature, but the intensity in his gaze and the confidence in his stride left no doubt about his command of the subject. His youthful appearance contrasted sharply with his hair¡ªshock-white and neatly combed back. He moved to the center of the room, his dark robes sweeping behind him. ¡°Good morning, everyone,¡± he began, his voice calm but carrying easily through the hall. ¡°I am Professor Reinhardt, and this year, we will be exploring the history of the Commonwealth in a way that prepares you not just for the exams, but for your future roles¡ªwhether they be in governance, research, or diplomacy.¡± He gestured to the chalkboard, where he had written a list of historical periods and the corresponding exam paper numbers. ¡°Our study will be structured around two key assessment types: Paper 1, which focuses on data response questions, and Paper 2, an essay-based paper that requires deeper analysis and structured argumentation. Today, we begin with the early formation of the Commonwealth and its impact on modern magical governance.¡± Robert adjusted his posture, his quill poised above the parchment. The professor¡¯s approach was methodical¡ªfocused on preparing them for the exams rather than just lecturing on historical facts. Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! ¡°For Paper 1, our first data response question will be based on the period surrounding the Treaty of Varsovia,¡± Professor Reinhardt continued, gesturing to the year 1203 on the chalkboard. ¡°This document is not only foundational for our Commonwealth but also a prime example of how magical constructs can be integrated into legal and political frameworks. You¡¯ll need to identify the main features of the Treaty and explain its significance in maintaining stability.¡± He paused, glancing around the room to ensure everyone was following. ¡°The key to succeeding in a data response question is to remain precise. Answer exactly what is asked¡ªno more, no less. For this question, you will need to focus on three main points: the role of each House in the Treaty¡¯s formation, the magical enforcement mechanisms embedded within, and the political balance it created.¡± Robert made a note of the professor¡¯s emphasis on precision. It was a marked difference from the broad overviews he had experienced before. Professor Reinhardt¡¯s instructions were specific, almost formulaic¡ªexactly the kind of structure that would resonate with someone like Robert, who appreciated clarity and order. ¡°Now, for Paper 2, which will require essay-style responses,¡± Reinhardt continued. ¡°Our first essay question will be: ¡®To what extent did the Treaty of Varsovia shape the Commonwealth¡¯s political and magical structures in the following centuries?¡¯ This is a broad question that demands a well-organized argument. Your answer should be divided into three parts: an introduction that outlines your thesis, a body where you present three to four supporting arguments, and a conclusion that ties everything together.¡± He moved to the chalkboard, sketching out a basic essay outline. ¡°For the introduction, state your argument clearly. Don¡¯t waste time with unnecessary details¡ªget straight to the point. For the body, choose your evidence carefully. Each point you make should be supported by historical examples and, where applicable, references to magical theory.¡± Robert¡¯s quill scratched across the page as he diligently copied down the outline. The professor¡¯s breakdown of essay structure was straightforward but effective. Robert could already see how he would apply these techniques to his own work¡ªorganizing his arguments with the same precision he used when constructing a spell. ¡°As we discuss the formation of the Commonwealth,¡± Professor Reinhardt said, his tone shifting slightly, ¡°I want you to consider not just the historical events themselves, but the underlying magical principles that influenced them. The Treaty of Varsovia was not merely a political document¡ªit was a magical binding, sealed by the signatures and spells of the founding Archmages.¡± He gestured to a section of the chalkboard where he had drawn a complex diagram representing the Treaty¡¯s magical enforcement mechanism. ¡°This binding spell ensured that no House could act in direct violation of the Treaty without facing immediate consequences. It was a dynamic enchantment, capable of recalibrating the influence of each House based on their contributions and conduct. This adaptability is what allowed the Commonwealth to survive political upheaval and external threats for centuries.¡± Robert¡¯s quill moved swiftly as he recorded every detail. The professor¡¯s focus on the magical mechanics of the Treaty was fascinating, a perspective that brought together history and magic in a way that Robert had rarely encountered. ¡°For your Paper 1 response, you¡¯ll need to identify the key features of this magical enforcement and explain how they contributed to the stability of the Commonwealth,¡± Reinhardt said. ¡°Remember, focus on the specifics. When addressing the role of each House, highlight their contributions and how these were reflected in the Treaty¡¯s magical framework.¡± He paused, letting the information sink in before continuing. ¡°As for your Paper 2 essay, consider how the Treaty¡¯s adaptability influenced later developments in magical governance. Your argument should explore how the spell work within the Treaty set a precedent for other legal and magical constructs.¡± The professor¡¯s voice took on a contemplative tone as he spoke. ¡°The Treaty of Varsovia is not just a historical document¡ªit is a living spell, constantly evolving with the political landscape. As you progress in this course, I want you to keep this in mind: history is not static. It is alive, shaped by the decisions we make and the magic we wield.¡± The lecture continued in this vein, with Professor Reinhardt dissecting the political and magical intricacies of the Commonwealth¡¯s formation. He wove together historical events, magical theory, and exam-focused strategies, creating a lesson that was both intellectually challenging and practically useful. By the time the bell rang, signaling the end of the class, Robert felt both exhilarated and slightly overwhelmed. He had filled several pages with notes, each one sparking new thoughts and questions. This was a class that demanded not only knowledge but also critical thinking and analysis¡ªqualities that Robert knew he would need to refine if he was to navigate the intricate world of Commonwealth politics. As the students began to file out of the lecture hall, Professor Reinhardt called out, ¡°Remember, history is not just a record of the past¡ªit is the foundation upon which the future is built. To understand where we are going, we must first understand where we have been.¡± Robert nodded slightly to himself as he gathered his belongings. The professor¡¯s words resonated deeply. He had come to the University to grow stronger, to master his magic and prove his worth. But strength alone would not be enough. To truly lead House Rest, to secure its future in a world of shifting alliances and rivalries, he would need to understand the game that was being played¡ªboth on the battlefield and in the halls of power. The Art of Summoning Chapter 16: The Art of Summoning The afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the University of Varsovia, casting a warm glow across the lecture hall. After the intense History of the Commonwealth class, Robert found himself brimming with thoughts and theories, his mind still processing the details of Professor Reinhardt¡¯s intricate discussion of the Treaty of Varsovia. However, he had no time to linger on those thoughts¡ªhis next class, Summoning Theory, demanded his full attention. The room for Summoning Theory was already bustling with students as Robert arrived. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation and curiosity, as this subject was widely regarded as one of the most fascinating and demanding courses at the University. He took a seat near the center, setting down his notebook and quill. The walls were adorned with diagrams of various summoning circles, from basic elemental circles to complex designs meant for binding powerful entities. Today¡¯s class promised to be more than just theoretical concepts; there would be a practical demonstration to reinforce the lessons. Robert¡¯s gaze drifted to the front of the room, where a tall man with a stern expression and neatly combed silver hair was preparing his materials. The professor exuded an aura of authority and confidence, his sharp eyes scanning the room as if measuring each student¡¯s potential. ¡°Welcome to Summoning Theory,¡± the professor began, his voice firm and commanding. ¡°I am Professor Gramsci, and I will be guiding you through both the theory and practical application of summoning magic. This subject is not merely about learning spells and constructing circles¡ªit is about understanding the very nature of the entities you will summon, the bonds you will create, and the dangers you will face.¡± Professor Gramsci turned to the chalkboard, where he sketched a simple diagram of a basic containment circle. ¡°Before we delve into complex summoning circles and advanced spells, we must first establish a clear distinction between direct summoning and circle-based summoning.¡± He tapped the chalkboard, highlighting the inner lines of the circle. ¡°Direct summoning¡ªsuch as raising a basic undead skeleton or calling forth a lesser spirit¡ªrequires no physical circle. These entities are inherently bound to the caster¡¯s will through a simple spell. You channel your MP, form the spell, and the entity appears. But remember, these are the simplest of summons, entities with limited power and autonomy.¡± Robert leaned forward, his attention fully on the professor. This was a distinction that many novice mages often failed to grasp. He had experienced it firsthand in Dracaena, where he had summoned and controlled simple skeletons using nothing more than a basic incantation. But the challenges of summoning more powerful beings were a different matter entirely. ¡°However,¡± Professor Gramsci continued, drawing a series of runes around the circle¡¯s edge, ¡°more powerful entities, such as elementals, higher-level undead, and stronger beasts, require a more structured approach. For these summons, you must construct a summoning circle¡ªan intricate framework that channels and stabilizes the flow of MP. The circle serves as a containment field, a control point, and a conduit for your will.¡± He stepped back, allowing the students to take in the detailed design of the summoning circle. ¡°Today, we will focus on constructing a basic summoning circle for lesser elementals. Though not as dangerous as higher-tier beings, these creatures still possess enough power to cause significant damage if the summoning is mishandled.¡± Robert began copying the diagram into his notebook, his quill moving swiftly as he noted each rune¡¯s placement and the precise measurements of the circle¡¯s radius. He¡¯d seen variations of this circle before in his studies, but Professor Gramsci¡¯s design was more refined, with subtle enhancements that increased the containment field¡¯s stability. Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. ¡°Now,¡± the professor said, his gaze sweeping across the room, ¡°I want each of you to construct a basic summoning circle using the materials provided at your workstations. Once you have completed your circle, we will proceed to the summoning phase.¡± The room buzzed with activity as students moved to their assigned desks. Robert picked up a piece of chalk and began outlining the circle on the etching table. His strokes were deliberate and precise, each line forming a perfect curve. He added the containment runes, spacing them evenly along the outer edge of the circle, just as Professor Gramsci had instructed. Satisfied with the initial structure, he placed his hands on the table and began channeling his MP into the design. The lines glowed softly, the runes pulsing as they absorbed the energy. He felt the familiar hum of magical energy as it flowed through him and into the circle. Slowly, the circle stabilized, its light steady and strong. Robert studied it closely, checking for any irregularities in the energy flow. It was stable, but he knew it could be better. He adjusted the placement of one of the runes, shifting it a few millimeters to the left. The circle pulsed, the energy flow becoming smoother. ¡®That¡¯s more like it,¡¯ he thought, a faint smile of satisfaction crossing his lips. He continued refining the circle, adding minor runes along the inner edge to strengthen the containment field. Each addition enhanced the stability, making the circle more efficient at channeling and containing MP. ¡°Excellent work,¡± Professor Gramsci¡¯s voice interrupted his thoughts. Robert looked up to see the professor standing beside his desk, his sharp gaze focused on the circle. ¡°You¡¯ve managed to balance the containment field and the energy flow quite well. Most first-years struggle with this level of control.¡± ¡°Thank you, Professor,¡± Robert replied evenly. ¡°I¡¯ve had some prior experience with summoning circles.¡± ¡°I can see that,¡± Gramsci said thoughtfully. ¡°But remember, summoning is not just about control. It¡¯s about understanding the nature of the entity you wish to summon. Each being has its own resonance, its own frequency. If you fail to match that resonance, no amount of control will make the summoning successful.¡± Robert nodded, absorbing the professor¡¯s words. This was new information¡ªsomething that hadn¡¯t been covered in his previous training. He made a mental note to research the concept of resonance further. ¡°Keep up the good work,¡± Gramsci said before moving on to the next student. Robert returned to his circle, making a few final adjustments before stepping back to evaluate his work. The circle was stable, the runes perfectly aligned. He could feel the containment field humming softly, a sign that the energy was flowing smoothly. ¡°All right, students,¡± Professor Gramsci called out, his voice carrying easily through the room. ¡°Now that you¡¯ve constructed your circles, it¡¯s time to proceed to the summoning phase. I want each of you to summon a lesser elemental using the incantation inscribed on the board. Focus on maintaining control and monitoring the containment field. If you notice any instability, reinforce the circle immediately.¡± Robert turned his attention to the chalkboard, where the incantation was written in elegant script. It was a straightforward spell, designed to call forth a lesser elemental of air¡ªa swirling wisp of wind that could serve as a messenger or scout. He took a deep breath, steadying his mind. Then, he began to chant the incantation, channeling his MP into the summoning circle. The runes glowed brightly, and a faint breeze stirred the air within the circle¡¯s boundary. Slowly, a wisp of wind began to coalesce at the center of the circle, its form shifting and twisting as it took shape. The elemental shimmered, its translucent body swirling with currents of air. Robert could feel the resonance between himself and the entity¡ªa faint but distinct connection that allowed him to sense its presence and intent. ¡®Focus on the link,¡¯ he reminded himself. He directed a small surge of MP into the circle, strengthening the connection. The elemental responded, its form stabilizing as the containment field held firm. Professor Gramsci moved among the students, observing their progress. He paused briefly at Robert¡¯s desk, his gaze assessing the stability of the summoning. ¡°Good control, Rest,¡± the professor remarked. ¡°But remember to monitor the entity¡¯s behavior. Elementals are prone to shifting their form when agitated. If it begins to destabilize, adjust your MP flow accordingly.¡± ¡°Yes, Professor,¡± Robert replied, his attention never wavering from the elemental. The summoning exercise continued for several more minutes, with students practicing their control and making minor adjustments to their circles as needed. By the time the class ended, Robert felt a deep sense of satisfaction. This was only the first step, but it was a promising start. As the bell rang, signaling the end of the class, Professor Gramsci addressed the room. ¡°Well done, everyone. Continue refining your circles and practicing your control. Next time, we will work on summoning entities with more complex behaviors.¡± Robert gathered his notes, feeling a sense of anticipation for the next class. Summoning had always been one of his favored disciplines, and with Professor Gramsci¡¯s guidance, he was confident that his skills would only continue to grow. The day was far from over, but Robert felt invigorated. There was still much to learn, and he intended to make the most of every opportunity. A moment of Respite Chapter 17: A Moment of Respite The bell¡¯s chime resonated across the campus, signaling the end of the morning¡¯s classes and the beginning of the much-anticipated lunch break. Robert made his way through the bustling corridors of the University of Varsovia, surrounded by students discussing the day¡¯s lessons or making their way toward the cafeteria. The cafeteria, located at the heart of the campus, was divided into two distinct sections. The first, larger area was filled with long communal tables where the majority of the student body¡ªmembers of lesser noble families¡ªgathered to eat, chat, and share their experiences. The second area, set apart by a subtle but unmistakable boundary, was reserved exclusively for the higher nobles¡ªmembers of Ducal Families and their direct relatives. As Robert stepped into the cafeteria, the subtle shift in atmosphere between the two sections became apparent. The murmur of conversation in the main dining area was lively and casual, while the atmosphere in the smaller, more private section was quieter, more subdued. Here, each Ducal Family had their own private table, a symbol of status and prestige. Robert¡¯s gaze swept over the reserved section. Only five people were currently eligible to sit at the Ducal Family tables. There was Harold Bonfire, a third-year student and the Sports Captain of House Cadeyrn. As the heir to the Rest vassal county of Bell Castle, Harold¡¯s presence was a constant reminder of House Rest¡¯s extended influence. Alexander, Robert¡¯s shadow guard, was present as always, his eyes watchful even in this relatively safe environment. Seated at another table was Marian Rest, a second-year student and the son of Peter Rest, the family¡¯s Sejm representative. Marian¡¯s quiet demeanor and focus on his studies made him less noticeable, but his presence in the political arena was significant. And then there was Prince William¡ªthe only member of the Royal Family currently attending the University. His status allowed him to sit at any table he chose, though he often remained aloof, observing rather than engaging. Robert made his way to his family¡¯s table, where a servant was already waiting to set down a tray of food. The service here was different from the main cafeteria. Higher nobles had their meals brought to them¡ªcarefully prepared and served according to their preferences. ¡°Your meal, my Lord,¡± the servant said respectfully, placing a dish of roasted pheasant, fresh vegetables, and a side of bread in front of him. A goblet of cool spring water accompanied the meal. ¡°Thank you,¡± Robert murmured, his gaze briefly meeting the servant¡¯s before shifting back to the table. He settled into his seat, noting the empty spaces around him. Harold was occupied with his training, and Marian was likely buried in his books somewhere. Alexander stood at his customary place behind Robert, a silent guardian who rarely partook in these shared meals. The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Robert picked up his fork and knife, cutting a piece of the pheasant and taking a measured bite. The flavors were rich and well-balanced, but his thoughts were elsewhere, drifting back to the morning¡¯s lessons. Professor Gramsci¡¯s introduction to the complexities of summoning circles had sparked several new ideas, and he was eager to test them in the Practical Summoning Class later that day. He glanced around the reserved section again, noting the presence of Prince William. The young prince sat at a table by himself, his posture relaxed yet poised. His blond hair and sharp features made him instantly recognizable, even in this exclusive setting. Despite his royal status, there was an air of detachment about him, as if he were merely an observer in his own life. Their eyes met briefly, and Robert inclined his head in a respectful nod. The prince returned the gesture with a faint smile, a fleeting acknowledgment that carried no weight beyond courtesy. It was a reminder of the delicate balance that governed interactions between the noble families¡ªevery glance, every word was weighed and measured, each action carrying potential consequences. ¡°Is everything to your liking, my Lord?¡± Alexander¡¯s voice interrupted his thoughts. Robert looked up at his cousin, whose gaze was scanning the room with the careful attention of a seasoned protector. Despite the calm atmosphere, Alexander was always alert, always watching for any sign of trouble. ¡°Yes, everything is fine,¡± Robert replied quietly. ¡°Just¡­ thinking about the lessons.¡± Alexander nodded, his expression thoughtful. ¡°You¡¯ve been pushing yourself harder than usual. Are the classes more demanding than you expected?¡± ¡°Not exactly.¡± Robert took another bite, chewing slowly as he considered his words. ¡°It¡¯s more that¡­ I see opportunities. Areas where I can improve, experiment. Professor Gramsci¡¯s methods are rigorous, but I feel like I¡¯m on the verge of a breakthrough.¡± Alexander¡¯s gaze softened slightly, a rare hint of pride in his eyes. ¡°That¡¯s good. Just remember to pace yourself. There¡¯s no need to rush. You¡¯ll have plenty of time to refine your skills.¡± Robert nodded, appreciating the advice. Despite his intense drive to improve, he knew Alexander was right. Overexerting himself could lead to mistakes, and in a field as dangerous as summoning magic, mistakes could be fatal. ¡°Thank you, Alexander. I¡¯ll keep that in mind.¡± The rest of the meal passed in companionable silence, broken only by the soft clink of cutlery and the distant hum of conversation from the other side of the cafeteria. As Robert finished his meal, he felt a sense of calm settle over him. Lunch was a brief reprieve, a chance to collect his thoughts and prepare for the challenges ahead. When he finally stood to leave, he noticed that Prince William had already departed. Harold Bonfire, however, had arrived, his broad frame and confident demeanor drawing a few curious glances from the other students. Harold caught Robert¡¯s eye and gave him a friendly nod, which Robert returned. ¡°See you in training later?¡± Harold called out as Robert made his way past. ¡°Perhaps,¡± Robert replied with a small smile. He wasn¡¯t particularly inclined towards physical training, but he appreciated Harold¡¯s efforts to include him in House Cadeyrn¡¯s activities. ¡°Good. Don¡¯t let them keep you stuck with theory all day!¡± Harold grinned, his easygoing nature a stark contrast to the rigid formalities of the noble gatherings Robert was accustomed to. ¡°I¡¯ll keep that in mind,¡± Robert said, his smile widening slightly. He made his way out of the cafeteria, feeling more at ease than he had in days. There was something grounding about these simple interactions¡ªsomething that reminded him of the humanity behind the titles and responsibilities. As he walked towards his next class, Robert couldn¡¯t help but think that perhaps there was more to learn at the University than just magic and politics. For the first time, he wondered if building relationships¡ªhowever tenuous¡ªmight be as important as honing his skills. With a small nod to himself, Robert quickened his pace. The afternoon classes awaited, and he intended to tackle them with renewed focus. A test of Summoning Chapter 18: A Test of Summoning The afternoon sun streamed through the tall windows of the summoning chambers, casting long shadows across the etched runes and complex patterns that adorned the floors. The Practical Summoning Class was one of the most challenging¡ªand potentially dangerous¡ªcourses at the University of Varsovia. Today, however, there was a palpable sense of excitement in the air, a murmur of anticipation running through the students as they took their places at the designated summoning stations. Robert stood at his assigned station, his gaze focused on the intricate design of his summoning circle. He had spent considerable time refining its layout, ensuring each line and rune was perfectly aligned. This afternoon¡¯s session would be a true test of his skills and control. The morning¡¯s theory lesson had been an excellent primer, but now it was time to put those lessons into practice. ¡°Attention, everyone,¡± Professor Gramsci¡¯s voice cut through the low hum of conversation, instantly silencing the room. He stood at the front of the chamber, his presence commanding as always. The sharp lines of his robes seemed to accentuate his aura of authority and precision. ¡°Today, we will be conducting a practical examination of your summoning capabilities,¡± Gramsci announced, his gaze sweeping across the rows of students. ¡°Your task is to summon a lesser elemental, similar to what you practiced in theory. However, you will not be merely conjuring the entity. I expect you to push the limits of your control and command.¡± A ripple of nervous energy passed through the room. Robert felt his pulse quicken slightly. This was exactly the kind of challenge he had been waiting for. ¡°Each of you will summon and contain a lesser elemental of your choosing¡ªbe it air, fire, water, or earth,¡± the professor continued, his tone steady and measured. ¡°Once you have summoned the entity, you will be required to manipulate its form and energy output. You must maintain the stability of the summoning circle and prevent the entity from breaching its containment. Those who can successfully complete this task without relying on the secondary barriers will be considered for more advanced summoning exercises in the future.¡± Robert¡¯s gaze shifted to the shimmering barriers that surrounded each summoning station. The barriers were a safeguard, designed to activate if the containment field failed and the summon attempted to escape. Relying on them was a sign of weakness¡ªof a lack of control. He knew he had to avoid that at all costs. Professor Gramsci nodded once, satisfied with the students¡¯ attentive silence. ¡°Begin.¡± Robert took a deep breath, centering himself. He reached for the piece of chalk at his side and began sketching the outline of his summoning circle. The motions were fluid, almost instinctive, each line and curve forming a perfect circle. He added the containment runes around the perimeter, each one spaced with meticulous precision. The circle itself was a simple design, but he reinforced it with additional stabilizing runes, modifying the structure to handle a higher flow of MP. He could feel the weight of the professor¡¯s gaze on him as he worked, but he blocked out the distraction. This was his moment¡ªto prove his capability not only to Professor Gramsci but to himself as well. Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions. With the circle complete, Robert placed his hands on the table, channeling his MP into the design. The runes began to glow softly, the lines of the circle shimmering with a faint, pulsing light. The containment field formed, a barrier of energy that shimmered like a translucent veil. He murmured the incantation softly, directing his focus inward as he summoned the elemental. A gust of wind stirred within the circle, the air twisting and coalescing into a swirling wisp of motion. Slowly, a translucent figure began to form¡ªa lesser elemental of air, its shape shifting and swirling as it solidified. Robert felt the familiar tug of the link between himself and the elemental, a thread of energy connecting them. He could sense the entity¡¯s presence, its curiosity and latent power simmering beneath the surface. ¡®Steady,¡¯ he thought, reinforcing the link with a steady flow of MP. The elemental seemed to respond, its form stabilizing within the circle. He took a moment to assess the resonance between them, adjusting his energy output to match the elemental¡¯s frequency. ¡°Good, good,¡± Professor Gramsci¡¯s voice murmured from somewhere behind him. ¡°Now, test its limits. Increase the energy flow, alter its form.¡± Robert nodded almost imperceptibly. He began channeling more MP into the circle, watching as the elemental pulsed brighter in response. Its form shifted, elongating and twisting into a more defined shape. He willed it to take on a serpentine appearance, similar to the one he had practiced with yesterday. The elemental hesitated for a moment, its form wavering, but Robert pushed gently with his will, directing the flow of energy through the circle. Slowly, the elemental complied, its translucent body coiling and twisting like a snake of pure wind. He could feel the strain in the link¡ªthe increased demand on his control¡ªbut he held firm, maintaining the resonance. ¡°Excellent control,¡± Gramsci commented, his tone thoughtful. ¡°Now, double its energy output.¡± Robert took a deep breath. Doubling the elemental¡¯s energy would put significant pressure on the containment field. He glanced at the runes around the circle, ensuring they were positioned correctly before carefully increasing his MP flow. The elemental flared brightly, its form expanding as it absorbed the additional energy. The containment field shimmered, its edges pulsing faintly as it struggled to contain the entity¡¯s increased power. Robert could feel the strain in the circle, the runes quivering under the pressure. ¡®Hold,¡¯ he thought, focusing intently. He adjusted his energy output, channeling more MP into the stabilizing runes. The containment field steadied, its edges solidifying as the elemental¡¯s form stabilized. Professor Gramsci moved closer, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observed the summoning circle. ¡°Impressive. You¡¯ve managed to increase its power without losing control. But let¡¯s see if you can maintain that control under duress.¡± He raised his hand, and with a flick of his fingers, sent a pulse of energy toward the circle. The elemental shuddered, its form twisting violently as the energy disrupted the resonance. For a split second, Robert felt the link waver, the elemental¡¯s power surging against the containment field. But he didn¡¯t falter. He adjusted his MP flow, reinforcing the link and redirecting the excess energy through the circle. The elemental stabilized once more, its form coiling and twisting within the containment field. Gramsci nodded, a hint of approval in his gaze. ¡°Well done, Rest. You¡¯ve demonstrated not only control but adaptability. Remember this feeling¡ªthis balance between power and stability. It will serve you well in the future.¡± Robert exhaled slowly, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. The exercise had been draining, but it had also been a valuable experience. He glanced at the elemental, now stable and contained within the circle, its form still pulsing faintly with energy. ¡°Thank you, Professor,¡± he said quietly. Gramsci¡¯s gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before he moved on to observe the other students. Robert watched him go, then turned his attention back to the elemental. He carefully began decreasing its energy output, allowing the entity to settle back into its original state. The rest of the class continued with similar exercises, each student pushing the limits of their control and containment abilities. Some struggled, their circles flickering or destabilizing, but most managed to maintain a semblance of control. By the time the bell rang, signaling the end of the class, Robert felt a deep sense of satisfaction. He had faced the challenge head-on and proven his capability. As he gathered his notes and extinguished the runes on his summoning circle, he couldn¡¯t help but feel a renewed sense of purpose. There was still much to learn, but today had been a step forward¡ªa step toward mastering the complex art of summoning. With that thought in mind, he made his way out of the summoning chamber, already planning his next experiment. The day was far from over, and he intended to make the most of every moment. The Weight of Words Chapter 19: The Weight of Words The air in the lecture hall felt different from any other class Robert had attended. As students gathered, their voices mingled in a symphony of chatter and laughter, but to Robert, it felt like a chaotic mess. This wasn¡¯t like Magic Circle Theory or Summoning Practice. No, this was Rhetoric¡ªa subject that demanded engagement, presence, and interaction with others. Just being here made his skin prickle with unease. Robert took his usual seat near the middle of the hall, keeping his gaze low and his posture rigid. He hated this feeling, the way every eye seemed to linger on him a little longer than necessary, as if they were sizing him up, judging his every move. ¡®Why did I choose this subject again?¡¯ he wondered, his mind racing through a dozen reasons. Then, he reminded himself. Psychic Authority¡ªthe core magic of House Rest and a requirement for all Ducal and Royal heirs. There were aspects of rhetoric that directly tied into influencing the minds of others, enhancing his ability to project authority and command obedience. This wasn¡¯t just about learning to speak well; it was about understanding how to shape and control the thoughts of those around him. And that¡­ that was something he needed. Still, it didn¡¯t make the class any less uncomfortable. Robert could feel his heartbeat quickening as more students filed in, their casual conversations filling the room with a background noise that seemed to press in on him from all sides. He shifted in his seat, glancing furtively around the hall. A few familiar faces from House Cadeyrn caught his eye, but he avoided making direct contact, his gaze darting back to his notes. Professor Veronica Delys entered the hall with her usual energy, sweeping down the aisle like a force of nature. Robert watched her with a mix of admiration and trepidation. There was no denying her presence¡ªthe way she seemed to command the attention of every student with just a glance. She was exactly the kind of person who thrived in this environment, someone who could wield words as effectively as any spell. ¡°Good afternoon, everyone,¡± Professor Delys greeted, her voice ringing out clearly above the murmurs. ¡°Today, we¡¯ll be discussing the art of persuasion. Rhetoric is not merely about speaking eloquently; it is about wielding influence. Whether in political debate or magical combat, the ability to sway your opponent can be more powerful than any spell.¡± She paused, her gaze sweeping over the room, and Robert couldn¡¯t help but feel exposed under her scrutiny. He shifted again, feeling the weight of the other students¡¯ presence pressing in on him. This was a people-focused class, one where interaction and participation were expected. And for someone like him¡ªsomeone who found social situations draining and perplexing¡ªit was a struggle just to sit through it. ¡°You¡¯ll find that understanding the principles of persuasion also ties directly into the School of Psychic Authority,¡± Professor Delys continued, her words instantly snapping Robert¡¯s attention back to her. ¡°Being able to influence others¡¯ thoughts and emotions is a powerful tool, one that can turn the tide of battle or sway a crucial vote in the Sejm.¡± Robert¡¯s grip tightened around his quill. That¡¯s why I¡¯m here, he reminded himself. He wasn¡¯t interested in debates or speeches, but the application of rhetoric to Psychic Authority? That was something he could use. If he could learn to better project his will, to compel others through subtle influence rather than brute force, it would give him an edge¡ªa way to navigate the complexities of the political and social spheres without resorting to direct confrontation. Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. ¡°Now,¡± Professor Delys said, her gaze locking onto Robert with unsettling precision, ¡°Rest, would you mind coming up to the front?¡± Robert froze. For a moment, it felt as though the entire room had tilted, every eye suddenly trained on him. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt the familiar wave of discomfort rising like a tidal wave. ¡®Why me?¡¯ he thought frantically. He glanced around, but there was no escape. He had to go up¡ªhad to face the class and speak. Slowly, he stood, his movements stiff and awkward. He could feel his classmates¡¯ eyes following him as he made his way to the front of the room, his footsteps echoing loudly in the silence. His skin prickled with unease, his throat tight as he stopped beside Professor Delys. ¡°Now, Rest,¡± she said gently, her tone softer but still firm. ¡°I want you to give a short argument¡ªanything you choose. Focus on projecting your thoughts clearly, and remember to use your authority as a mage to reinforce your words. Imagine that you¡¯re using Psychic Authority, but without the spell. Let your presence shape the room.¡± Robert swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He cast a quick glance at his classmates. They were all watching him¡ªwaiting, expecting. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He couldn¡¯t back down now. This was what he needed to learn. This was the point of the class. ¡°I¡­¡± His voice faltered slightly, and he forced himself to look up, meeting Professor Delys¡¯s gaze. ¡°I believe that¡­ the use of summoning magic¡­ requires not only control but¡­ a deeper understanding of¡­ the entity¡¯s nature.¡± He winced inwardly. The words felt stilted, unnatural. He could summon and control skeletal warriors with ease, but standing here, speaking to a roomful of people¡ªthis was a different kind of challenge entirely. Professor Delys watched him patiently, her expression encouraging. ¡°Go on,¡± she urged quietly. ¡°Don¡¯t think about the words. Feel the message you want to convey.¡± Robert nodded slowly, drawing in another deep breath. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the noise and pressure of the room fade away. He thought about the essence of what he was trying to say¡ªthe way summoning required not just technical skill but an understanding of the summoned entity¡¯s will, its nature, its autonomy. He focused on that feeling, that certainty, and let it flow through him. ¡°When you summon a being,¡± he began again, his voice firmer this time, ¡°you¡¯re not just bringing forth a tool or a weapon. You¡¯re calling forth a life¡ªa presence that has its own will and power. To truly control a summon, you must understand its nature. You must project your authority, not just through magic, but through your presence¡­ your conviction.¡± The room was silent, the students¡¯ attention focused solely on him. Robert felt a strange sense of calm settle over him. The words were coming more easily now, flowing with a clarity that surprised even him. ¡°That is what makes Psychic Authority so effective in battle,¡± he continued, his gaze steady. ¡°It¡¯s not just a spell¡ªit¡¯s an extension of your will, a projection of your thoughts and emotions. If you can master that¡­ if you can wield that kind of power with precision¡­ you can command not just your summons, but the very battlefield itself.¡± He paused, the silence in the room almost palpable. For a moment, he felt a flicker of pride¡ªa small spark of satisfaction that he had managed to express himself, to convey his thoughts clearly and effectively. Professor Delys nodded, her eyes bright with approval. ¡°Well done, Rest. You spoke with conviction, and you managed to project your authority even without using magic. That¡¯s exactly what I want you all to focus on¡ªhow to use your presence and your words to influence others.¡± She turned to the class, gesturing for their attention. ¡°Now, I want you to think about what Rest did. He began with uncertainty, but as he connected with his message, he became more confident. This is the key¡ªfinding the core of your argument and letting it guide your words.¡± Robert let out a slow breath, relief washing over him as he made his way back to his seat. His heart was still racing, but there was a sense of accomplishment beneath the anxiety. He had done it¡ªspoken in front of the class, shared his thoughts without stumbling or faltering. He sank into his seat, his hands trembling slightly as he picked up his quill again. He had a long way to go, but this was a start. Maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to navigate this maze of words and influence¡ªjust as he did with magic. As the class continued, Robert listened more intently than ever, his mind absorbing every lesson, every technique. This wasn¡¯t just about rhetoric anymore. It was about mastering himself¡ªhis presence, his words, and ultimately, his magic. And that was a challenge he was determined to meet head-on. The Consequences of Disrespect Chapter 20: The Consequences of Disrespect The afternoon sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the walls of the University of Varsovia. The normally tranquil atmosphere of the campus seemed to thrum with a different kind of energy, one that was charged with tension and anticipation. Inside a small, secluded room deep within the administrative wing of the University, the air was heavy with an oppressive silence. The walls were lined with arrays etched into the very stone, their runes faintly glowing with contained energy. At the center of the room, Professor Veronica Delys stood rigid, her usually commanding demeanor replaced with an air of strained apprehension. She wasn¡¯t alone. Alexander Rest, Robert¡¯s ever-present shadow and guardian, stood a few paces away, his expression inscrutable. There was a calmness about him that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She could feel the pressure of the defensive arrays surrounding them¡ªarrays that she, despite her magical expertise, knew little about. It was clear that Alexander was in complete control of the situation. ¡°Professor Delys,¡± Alexander¡¯s voice broke the silence, low and measured. He spoke with a politeness that felt like a blade wrapped in silk. ¡°I believe we need to have a conversation regarding today¡¯s Rhetoric class.¡± Veronica swallowed, her throat dry. ¡°I don¡¯t understand¡ª¡± ¡°You addressed Lord Rest in a manner unbecoming of his status,¡± Alexander interrupted, his tone still maddeningly calm. ¡°More importantly, you placed him in a position that showed disregard for his comfort and condition. That, Professor, is something I cannot overlook.¡± She blinked, confusion and fear warring on her face. ¡°I meant no disrespect. I was merely encouraging him to participate, to engage with the class. He needs to learn how to project himself if¡ª¡± ¡°Silence.¡± The single word, spoken softly, cut through the air like a knife. Professor Delys flinched, the force of it pressing down on her like an invisible weight. She could feel the arrays reacting to Alexander¡¯s command, the runes pulsing faintly as the room¡¯s atmosphere grew heavier. Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. ¡°House Rest,¡± Alexander continued, ¡°has been a pillar of this Commonwealth for generations. Lord Robert Rest is not just another student. He is the heir to House Rest, a mage of considerable skill, and a future leader. To disregard his status, to treat him as if he were merely another child to be chastised, is not only disrespectful¡ªit is a grave error in judgment.¡± The pressure in the room increased, the air itself seeming to thicken around her. Veronica¡¯s heart raced, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She could feel the defensive arrays closing in around her, the runes glowing brighter as if responding to Alexander¡¯s will. ¡°Please,¡± she managed, her voice trembling. ¡°I didn¡¯t mean to slight Lord Rest. I was only trying to¡ª¡± ¡°To what?¡± Alexander¡¯s gaze was cold, his eyes narrowing slightly. ¡°Humiliate him? Push him to the point of discomfort? If that was your intent, you have succeeded. But now, you will face the consequences of your actions.¡± The arrays flared to life, the runes glowing a brilliant blue as the walls seemed to contract inward. Veronica gasped, a surge of panic flooding through her as the space around her grew smaller, the pressure building. It felt as though the very room was closing in on her, crushing her with invisible force. Alexander stepped forward, his voice a soft murmur that somehow carried through the oppressive silence. ¡°You see, Professor, these defensive arrays were designed not just to protect, but to constrain. To apply pressure, both physically and mentally. It¡¯s quite fascinating, really, how a simple shift in the runic pattern can cause such¡­ discomfort.¡± The walls continued to close in, the pressure around her chest tightening until she could barely draw breath. Veronica struggled, a strangled sound escaping her lips as she tried to move, to cast some form of defensive spell, but the arrays reacted instantly, neutralizing any attempt at resistance. ¡°Consider this a lesson,¡± Alexander said quietly, his gaze never leaving hers. ¡°A lesson in humility, and in respect. Lord Rest does not need to learn how to project authority. He already possesses it. What he needs is for others to recognize it, to show the proper respect due to his station.¡± The pressure intensified, and Veronica felt a tear slip down her cheek. The pain was excruciating, every breath a struggle, every heartbeat a reminder of how completely she was at Alexander¡¯s mercy. ¡°Please,¡± she gasped, her voice a whisper. ¡°I understand. I was wrong. I¡¯ll¡­ I¡¯ll show him the respect he deserves. I swear it.¡± Alexander tilted his head slightly, as if considering her words. Then, slowly, the pressure began to ease. The walls retreated, the runes dimming until they were nothing more than faint etchings in the stone once more. Veronica collapsed to her knees, gasping for breath, her body trembling from the ordeal. ¡°I trust you will remember this, Professor Delys,¡± Alexander said softly. ¡°House Rest does not forget slights, and we do not forgive disrespect. Lord Robert may be lenient, but I am not. If there is a next time¡­ you will not walk away so easily.¡± With that, he turned and walked to the door, his movements unhurried and composed. He paused just before leaving, glancing back at her one last time. ¡°And, Professor,¡± he added, his voice carrying an edge of steel, ¡°if you ever address him in such an informal manner again, there will be consequences far more severe than this.¡± The door closed behind him with a soft click, and Veronica was left alone in the silent room, her body still trembling from the residual pressure of the arrays. She sat there for several long minutes, struggling to regain her composure. The weight of what had just happened settled heavily on her shoulders. Alexander¡¯s words echoed in her mind, each one a reminder of the power and influence House Rest wielded. She had made a mistake¡ªa grave mistake. And now she knew, without a doubt, that any further missteps would be met with far more than just a polite reprimand. With a shuddering breath, Veronica forced herself to stand. She would have to tread carefully from now on, to show Lord Rest the deference and respect he deserved. House Rest was not to be trifled with. And neither, it seemed, was Alexander Rest. Reconnecting Threads Chapter 21: Reconnecting Threads The Rest Residence in the heart of Varsovia was a stately, imposing building, its stone walls and wrought-iron gates exuding the quiet, unassuming power of an old, established family. It served as both a sanctuary and a political center for House Rest¡ªa place where discussions, decisions, and alliances were forged and broken in equal measure. Robert sat in one of the private study rooms on the second floor, the soft light from the large window casting a warm glow over his desk. Books and scrolls were spread out before him, each one meticulously arranged according to his own internal system of organization. He had spent most of the morning buried in research, the comfort of solitary study helping him recover from the disquiet of the previous day¡¯s Rhetoric class. ¡®Professor Delys¡­¡¯ He frowned slightly, the memory of her scrutiny still prickling at the back of his mind. Her behavior had been¡ªunexpected. Perhaps even rude, given her insistence on singling him out in front of the entire class. But¡­ he shook his head, dismissing the thought. It wasn¡¯t worth dwelling on. He had already decided to keep his focus on more important matters. The quiet click of the door opening drew his attention. Alexander stepped in, his expression carefully neutral. There was a certain stiffness in his posture that caught Robert¡¯s attention immediately. It wasn¡¯t like Alexander to show any signs of discomfort or unease. ¡°Alexander?¡± Robert asked, setting down his quill. ¡°Is something the matter?¡± Alexander glanced around the room briefly before stepping closer, lowering his voice. ¡°Nothing that concerns you directly, Lord Rest. I merely¡­ took care of a small issue at the University.¡± Robert raised an eyebrow. ¡°A small issue?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Alexander¡¯s gaze shifted slightly, almost imperceptibly. ¡°Let¡¯s just say that certain individuals have been reminded of the importance of showing proper respect to House Rest.¡± A faint chill ran down Robert¡¯s spine. He knew Alexander well enough to recognize the subtle undertones in his words. ¡®Reminded,¡¯ in this context, meant far more than just a stern talking-to. It meant that someone had pushed too far¡ªand Alexander had pushed back. ¡°Was it¡­ Professor Delys?¡± he asked quietly. Alexander¡¯s silence was all the confirmation Robert needed. He let out a slow breath, his mind whirling with conflicting thoughts. Part of him felt a twinge of satisfaction¡ªan acknowledgment that someone who had made him uncomfortable had been dealt with. But another part, the more rational and cautious side, worried about the potential consequences. ¡°I see,¡± he murmured finally. ¡°You didn¡¯t¡ª¡± ¡°No harm came to her, Lord Rest,¡± Alexander interjected, his voice gentle but firm. ¡°I merely¡­ impressed upon her the importance of respecting your position. She will not overstep her bounds again.¡± If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. Robert nodded slowly, his gaze drifting back to the books on his desk. He knew Alexander was protective of him¡ªsometimes excessively so. It was part of his role, part of the unspoken duty he had taken on as Robert¡¯s guardian. And yet, there were times when Robert wondered if Alexander¡¯s protective instincts went too far. But he couldn¡¯t deny that it brought him a measure of comfort. To know that there was someone who would always stand between him and those who sought to challenge or undermine him. Someone who would ensure that he was treated with the respect he deserved, even when he struggled to assert himself. ¡°Thank you, Alexander,¡± Robert said softly. ¡°I appreciate it.¡± Alexander¡¯s expression softened, a rare hint of warmth in his usually stoic gaze. ¡°It¡¯s my duty, Lord Rest. And my honor.¡± They fell into a companionable silence, the quiet ticking of the clock on the mantel the only sound in the room. Robert glanced down at his notes, his mind shifting back to the research he had been working on. He was on the cusp of a breakthrough¡ªan idea that could potentially revolutionize the way he approached summoning and control magic. ¡°Have you made any progress on your research?¡± Alexander asked, his tone casual but curious. ¡°Yes,¡± Robert replied, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice. He leaned forward, his fingers tracing a complex pattern on the page. ¡°I¡¯ve been studying resonance theory in relation to summoning circles. There¡¯s a way to modify the containment field so that it not only holds the summoned entity but also amplifies its natural attributes¡ªmaking the summon more powerful and responsive.¡± Alexander¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly, his interest piqued. ¡°That sounds promising. But won¡¯t that require a tremendous amount of MP to sustain?¡± ¡°Not necessarily.¡± Robert tapped the page, where a series of runic equations were laid out in careful detail. ¡°If I incorporate a secondary array that draws ambient MP from the surroundings, it should be possible to maintain the amplification without draining the summoner¡¯s reserves. The key is balancing the flow between the primary and secondary arrays.¡± He paused, glancing up at Alexander. ¡°I¡¯m planning to test it in the next Practical Summoning class. I¡¯ll start with a basic summon¡ªa lesser wraith or skeletal warrior¡ªand see if the array can handle the increased output.¡± Alexander nodded thoughtfully. ¡°Be careful, Robert. Even with lesser summons, amplified power can be volatile. If something goes wrong¡ª¡± ¡°I know,¡± Robert interrupted gently. ¡°I¡¯ll be cautious.¡± A small smile tugged at Alexander¡¯s lips. ¡°I¡¯m sure you will. You¡¯ve always been meticulous about your work.¡± They lapsed into silence again, the comfortable kind that only came from years of familiarity and trust. Robert returned to his notes, his mind already running through potential modifications and improvements to the array design. Alexander, meanwhile, stood by the window, his gaze distant as he watched the fading light of the afternoon. After a few minutes, Alexander cleared his throat softly. ¡°There is something else, Lord Rest.¡± Robert glanced up, a questioning look in his eyes. ¡°What is it?¡± ¡°Your father has requested your presence at the upcoming Sejm gathering,¡± Alexander said carefully. ¡°He believes it would be beneficial for you to observe the proceedings and perhaps even speak on House Rest¡¯s behalf if the opportunity arises.¡± Robert¡¯s heart skipped a beat. The Sejm¡ªan assembly of the Commonwealth¡¯s most powerful nobles and mages¡ªwas not a place for the inexperienced or the faint of heart. It was a battlefield of words and influence, where every statement, every gesture, could have far-reaching consequences. ¡°But¡­ I¡¯ve never attended a Sejm session before,¡± Robert said slowly, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his voice. ¡°What would I even say?¡± ¡°That¡¯s something we¡¯ll work on together,¡± Alexander replied, his tone reassuring. ¡°You¡¯ve already made great strides in the art of persuasion. We¡¯ll prepare a few key arguments and responses, just in case. Your father wouldn¡¯t ask this of you if he didn¡¯t believe you were ready.¡± Robert nodded hesitantly, the weight of the request settling over him like a heavy cloak. He had always known that this day would come¡ªthat he would have to step out of the relative safety of his academic pursuits and engage with the broader world of politics and power. But it didn¡¯t make the prospect any less daunting. ¡°Alright,¡± he said finally, his voice steadier than he felt. ¡°I¡¯ll do it.¡± Alexander¡¯s smile widened slightly, pride and approval shining in his eyes. ¡°I have no doubt that you¡¯ll do well, Lord Rest. House Rest will be proud of you.¡± Robert took a deep breath, letting the words sink in. This was just another challenge, another test. He had faced worse¡ªhe had overcome greater odds. And he would continue to do so, for his family, for his House, and for himself. ¡°Thank you, Alexander,¡± he said quietly. ¡°I¡¯ll do my best.¡± The two of them shared a look of understanding, the unspoken bond between them stronger than ever. Whatever lay ahead, whatever trials or challenges they would face, they would face them together. With a renewed sense of purpose, Robert turned back to his research, his mind focused and his resolve firm. Secrets in the Chamber Chapter 22: Secrets in the Chamber The Rest Residence, a stately manor nestled in the heart of Varsovia, stood as a silent testament to the enduring strength and influence of House Rest. Its walls, reinforced with protective arrays and layered enchantments, exuded a quiet, unassuming power that mirrored the family it represented. While the upper levels served as living quarters and gathering spaces for the family, it was the lower levels¡ªhidden beneath layers of stone and spells¡ªwhere the true heart of the manor lay. Robert descended the winding staircase that led to the message chamber, his footsteps echoing softly in the dimly lit corridor. The walls were lined with runic inscriptions, each one humming faintly with latent energy. It was said that the arrays here were some of the most complex in the Commonwealth, designed not just for protection, but also for communication. At the bottom of the stairs, a heavy iron door marked the entrance to the chamber. The door itself was inscribed with layers upon layers of defensive wards, ensuring that no one could enter¡ªor leave¡ªwithout the explicit permission of House Rest. It was a place of secrets, a place where the head of the house could express his will without fear of eavesdropping or interception. Robert paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before pushing the door open. The room beyond was circular, its walls lined with shelves filled with magical artifacts and scrolls. In the center of the chamber stood a large circular table, its surface engraved with an intricate array of runes that pulsed softly with a gentle, bluish light. Standing beside the table was a tall man with broad shoulders and an air of quiet authority. His hair was streaked with silver, and his eyes, sharp and piercing, seemed to take in every detail of the room at once. He wore the dark blue and silver robes of a mage, the insignia of House Rest emblazoned on his chest. ¡°Lord Rest,¡± the man greeted, his voice low and even. ¡°I trust you are well?¡± ¡°Master Janusz,¡± Robert replied, inclining his head respectfully. ¡°I am. Thank you.¡± Janusz Lipsk, a 7th Circle mage and one of House Rest¡¯s most trusted retainers, was the guardian of the message chamber. His mastery over arrays and his proficiency in the School of Thunder and Lightning made him the perfect custodian for a place that required both power and precision. He had served House Rest for decades, his loyalty and discretion unquestioned. ¡°Your father has already briefed me on the situation,¡± Janusz said, gesturing to the array. ¡°He believes it is time for you to learn how to use the summon-call system. It¡¯s a delicate process, one that requires a steady hand and a deep understanding of magical resonance.¡± Robert nodded, his gaze drifting to the array. The lines of runes seemed to shift and ripple, responding to the faintest fluctuations in the ambient MP. It was a beautiful, almost hypnotic sight¡ªone that hinted at the complexity of the magic at work. ¡°I¡¯m ready to learn,¡± Robert said quietly. Janusz¡¯s lips twitched in what might have been a smile. ¡°Good. Then let us begin.¡± He stepped forward, his hand hovering over the center of the array. With a subtle movement, he activated a series of runes, each one lighting up in a sequence that formed a coherent pattern. The air around them hummed with energy, and Robert felt a faint tingling sensation on his skin¡ªa sign of the array tuning itself to their presence. Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. ¡°Summon-calls are different from conventional magical messages,¡± Janusz explained, his voice steady and calm. ¡°They do not rely on words or images. Instead, they transmit pure magical energy, encoded with a unique frequency that corresponds to the individual¡¯s MP signature. The receiver must then decode the message using the same frequency. It¡¯s a highly secure method, as only the intended recipient can interpret the message.¡± He gestured for Robert to step closer. ¡°Place your hand over the center of the array. Feel the flow of energy¡ªlet it guide you.¡± Robert obeyed, extending his hand slowly. As his fingers brushed against the cool surface of the array, he felt a surge of energy rush through him, the runes flaring briefly in response to his touch. He took a deep breath, focusing his mind on the sensation. It was like standing at the edge of a vast, invisible network, each thread of energy connected to a distant point somewhere in the world. ¡°Good,¡± Janusz murmured. ¡°Now, focus on your MP. Imagine it as a thread, intertwining with the energy of the array. You need to establish a link, a conduit through which the message can travel.¡± Robert closed his eyes, concentrating. He felt his MP resonate with the array, a faint vibration that grew stronger as he poured more of his energy into the spell. The runes shifted, rearranging themselves into a new pattern. A soft, almost imperceptible hum filled the air, and Robert knew that the array was ready to receive. ¡°Who¡­ who is the message from?¡± Robert asked softly, his voice barely audible over the hum of magic. Janusz¡¯s gaze was inscrutable as he replied. ¡°It¡¯s from a Sejm member¡ªCount Lysek of House Branis. He¡¯s been an ally of your father¡¯s for many years, though his support has always been¡­ cautious.¡± Robert nodded, his mind racing. House Branis was a minor noble house, known more for its strategic alliances than for any particular military or magical strength. The Count¡¯s support could prove invaluable, especially in the face of growing tension with rival houses like Crima and Mighthaves. ¡°Is it¡­ safe to read?¡± Robert asked hesitantly. ¡°Perfectly safe,¡± Janusz assured him. ¡°The message has been verified and decoded. It¡¯s a standard inquiry, expressing concern over recent events and requesting your father¡¯s opinion on a proposed amendment to the Jadai trade laws.¡± Robert exhaled slowly, relief washing over him. For a moment, he had feared that the message might contain something far more dangerous¡ªsomething that could upend the delicate balance of power within the Sejm. But an inquiry about trade laws? That was manageable. ¡°Let¡¯s proceed, then,¡± Robert said, steeling himself. ¡°I¡¯ll respond as my father would expect.¡± Janusz nodded approvingly, stepping back to give Robert space. ¡°Very well. Align your MP with the array and focus on your response. Remember, the key is to keep your message concise and clear. The more complex the encoding, the greater the strain on both sender and receiver.¡± Robert took a deep breath, letting the energy of the array flow through him. He pictured his message in his mind¡ªcareful, diplomatic words that conveyed concern and reassurance without committing to any particular stance. Slowly, he infused his thoughts with his MP, sending them out through the array. The runes glowed brighter, the air crackling with energy as the array began to process the message. Robert felt a faint tug, as if something was pulling at his very essence, drawing his energy into the array. It was a strange sensation¡ªexhilarating and draining all at once. Finally, the runes dimmed, the energy dissipating into the air like mist. The message had been sent. ¡°Well done, Lord Rest,¡± Janusz said quietly. ¡°You handled the summon-call with skill and precision. Your father will be pleased.¡± Robert nodded, though he still felt a lingering sense of unease. It wasn¡¯t the process itself that troubled him, but the implications. If summon-calls like these were being used for something as mundane as trade law inquiries, what else might they be used for? What other secrets were being exchanged through this arcane network, hidden from all but a select few? ¡°Thank you, Master Janusz,¡± Robert said softly. ¡°I appreciate your guidance.¡± Janusz inclined his head, his expression thoughtful. ¡°It is my duty, Lord Rest. And if I may offer a piece of advice¡­ trust in your instincts. You are far more capable than you realize.¡± Robert managed a small smile. ¡°I¡¯ll keep that in mind.¡± As he turned to leave, his mind still buzzing with the aftereffects of the summon-call, Janusz¡¯s voice stopped him. ¡°Lord Rest¡­ I would suggest you prepare yourself for tomorrow¡¯s session in the Sejm,¡± Janusz said carefully. ¡°The Jadai Trade Laws will be put to a vote, and if the proposal is approved, it will severely restrict Jadai merchants from trading within the Commonwealth. There are¡­ those who believe it will force Jadai into a corner¡ªpush them towards open conflict.¡± Robert turned back, his heart skipping a beat. ¡°You think this will lead to war?¡± Janusz¡¯s gaze was steady, his expression grim. ¡°I think it is a distinct possibility. The proposal is being backed by several influential houses, and if it passes¡­ well, it could be the spark that ignites something far larger.¡± As he left the chamber, the thought of the impending vote and its potential repercussions lingered in his mind. Tomorrow, the Sejm would decide the fate of the Jadai Trade Laws¡ªa decision that could set the stage for war in the future. The Vote Chapter 23: The Vote The Sejm Chamber, with its rows of seated representatives and observers, thrummed with barely restrained anticipation. Every seat in the chamber was filled, and the tension in the air was palpable. This was not the first time a proposed bill targeting foreign merchants had been brought before the Sejm, but it was the first time since the war with Mikisui¡ªa war that was still fresh in the minds of many gathered here today. Robert stood at the back of the gallery, his gaze sweeping over the assembly below. He was here as an observer, not a participant, yet he knew how crucial it was to pay attention. The bill before the Sejm¡ªan amendment to the Jadai Trade Laws¡ªhad already garnered widespread support. House Rest had lent its backing, along with House Crima and House Mighthaves. It seemed almost certain to pass. But as he looked around the chamber, Robert sensed a different kind of unease beneath the surface. This was not just a matter of trade. It was a test¡ªa subtle maneuver to gauge how far the Commonwealth could push its neighbors before they pushed back. ¡°The session will now commence,¡± the herald announced, his voice ringing out across the chamber. ¡°The proposed amendment to the Jadai Trade Laws, introduced by House Crima and House Mighthaves, will be presented and discussed.¡± The chamber fell silent as the representative from House Crima stood and moved to the center of the room. The man¡¯s presence was commanding, his voice strong and clear as he began to outline the proposal. ¡°Esteemed members of the Sejm, for too long, Jadai traders have taken advantage of the Commonwealth¡¯s open markets. Their low prices and foreign goods have harmed our local economy, and our own merchants have suffered as a result. This amendment seeks to rectify that imbalance by imposing tariffs on Jadai goods and restricting the types of goods that may be traded.¡± A murmur of agreement rippled through the room. Robert noticed several representatives nodding in approval. The economic impact of Jadai merchants had been a point of contention for years, and many saw this bill as a long-overdue correction. ¡°But this is not merely an economic matter,¡± continued the Crima representative, his voice rising slightly. ¡°It is a matter of national integrity. We cannot allow foreign merchants to undermine our markets and our way of life. This amendment will ensure that our people¡ªour merchants¡ªare given the opportunity to thrive, free from the unfair competition imposed by outsiders.¡± Robert¡¯s gaze shifted to the representatives of House Mighthaves, who watched the proceedings with satisfied expressions. Their support for the bill was not surprising¡ªHouse Mighthaves had been one of the loudest voices calling for stricter trade regulations. But there was something more at play here. Robert could feel it in the way certain representatives leaned forward, their expressions intent. He remembered the recent history of the Commonwealth¡¯s dealings with its neighbors. The Principality of Mikisui¡ªonce a duchy¡ªhad been subjugated only a year and a half ago, following a conflict sparked by a similar piece of legislation. That bill had not targeted goods but access to roads, establishing tolls that restricted Mikisui¡¯s merchants from moving freely across the border. Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. The result had been a swift escalation. Mikisui¡¯s Duke, unable to tolerate the restrictions on his domain¡¯s commerce, had protested¡ªfirst diplomatically, then with military force. The Commonwealth, under the banner of ¡°defending its economic interests,¡± had responded with overwhelming strength. House Rest¡¯s army, alongside forces from House Crima and the Royal 2nd Army, had crossed the border. They seized key borderlands and subjugated the duchy, reducing it to a principality under Commonwealth rule. The memory of that campaign lingered in the minds of everyone in the chamber. The swift victory had been hailed as a triumph, but the lingering resentment and unrest in Mikisui were a reminder that even seemingly minor policies could have far-reaching consequences. ¡°The Commonwealth cannot afford to repeat the mistakes of Mikisui,¡± a lone voice called out from one of the lower seats. The speaker, a representative from a minor house, rose hesitantly, his gaze shifting nervously around the chamber. ¡°While it is true that Jadai traders have posed a challenge, we must consider the potential repercussions of further restrictions. Our recent conquest of Mikisui has already strained our resources and our reputation. Should we not tread more carefully?¡± A tense silence followed his words. The representative¡¯s statement was reasonable, but it was clear that it had not been well received. Eyes narrowed, whispers spread, and Robert could feel the undercurrent of irritation in the room. The representative from House Mighthaves stood, his expression hard. ¡°The situation with Mikisui was different. The tolls were an internal matter¡ªone that the Duke of Mikisui chose to escalate into conflict. This amendment is about protecting our markets, not infringing on the sovereignty of another state.¡± ¡°But what if this amendment has the same effect?¡± the man pressed, his voice wavering slightly. ¡°What if the Jadai see this as a hostile act?¡± ¡°If they do,¡± House Mighthaves¡¯ representative replied coldly, ¡°then it is a testament to their true intentions. Any state that seeks to undermine our economy does not deserve our leniency. The Commonwealth will not be held hostage by threats¡ªimplied or otherwise.¡± The chamber erupted into murmurs and low voices, and Robert could see that the representative had effectively been silenced. The question of whether this amendment would provoke the Jadai was no longer one that would be entertained. ¡°Are there any other voices of dissent?¡± the herald asked, his gaze sweeping across the chamber. None rose. There were no more protests, no more objections. The amendment would pass¡ªof that, there was no doubt. House Rest had already declared its support, and Peter¡¯s earlier discussions with other houses had confirmed that no significant opposition would arise. The King, seated at the head of the chamber, raised his hand for silence. His expression was neutral, almost contemplative, as he regarded the assembly. ¡°Representatives of the Sejm,¡± he said slowly, his voice measured and calm. ¡°We have heard the arguments for and against this amendment. While I would caution against framing this as anything other than an economic measure, we must also consider the broader implications.¡± He paused, his gaze shifting to the representatives of House Rest, then to House Crima and House Mighthaves. ¡°We have seen before how minor disputes can grow into larger conflicts. The Principality of Mikisui is a reminder of how quickly tensions can escalate. I trust that all of you will remember that as we cast our votes.¡± Robert felt a shiver run down his spine. The King¡¯s words, though carefully chosen, carried a warning. This amendment might pass without contest, but the consequences would not be so easily controlled. It was not a declaration of war, but it was a provocation¡ªa move that would force the Jadai to respond, one way or another. The votes were called, and as expected, the amendment passed with overwhelming support. There was no applause, no celebration¡ªonly a quiet acknowledgment of what had been decided. As the session adjourned and the representatives began to file out of the chamber, Robert remained in his seat, his gaze distant. The Principality of Mikisui had been conquered over a road toll. What, then, would come from a bill that openly targeted Jadai¡¯s economic foothold in the Commonwealth? Robert rose slowly, his thoughts heavy. He had come to observe, to learn, and he had learned something important. This vote was only the first move in a larger game. The real question was how the Jadai would respond¡ªand whether the Commonwealth was truly prepared for the consequences. ¡°Let¡¯s go,¡± Alexander murmured quietly, his presence a comforting anchor. ¡°This is just the beginning. We should be ready for what comes next.¡± Robert nodded, his gaze lingering on the chamber for a moment longer. Whatever happened next, one thing was certain: the Commonwealth¡¯s future had been set on a path that was far from peaceful.