As the days grew into weeks and the seasons began to shift from summer to fall, the time for Lanthim's mother to take in students again was coming closer. It had become something that he had become accustomed to. Having the house full of young girls who would become witches eventually had become something interesting.
For the longest, while he had been banned from even coming near the classes. But that was at a time when Litralia had tried. To stamp out his fire for the learning of magic. This had not worked in any way, so last year she relented, and allowed him to sit in at lessons.
Strange as it felt, most of the young ladies thought of him as a class mascot that they could feed and play with, so he was well fed. The average age of may here was around fourteen, with a few just slightly younger. as such, he simply sat in the different classes.
His mother gave him what he learned but never used what he learned in open practice.
Young ladies have a tendency to say too much when it comes to such things, so it was better to not make his abilities known at that time. In the end, he would just sit around as they practiced their magic and act as any five-year-old should mix in some smiles, laugh and every other such thing that is adorable, and you are set.
This morning for Lanthim was important. Differently than just making preparations for the many students that would be, coming in and out of the estate. Rather it was something entirely different that he had been working on since his talk with Felyma weeks earlier. For some time now, he had been gathering some material from places.
In preparation for his journey to the Dethymel Continent. Which was located far to the northeast. Being confident in his magical ability, no matter how little it was. He estimated that it would take 9 months using his Regalia Melvakin. Created to allow him to move from place to place quickly. And with his mana projection range as large. As it was around six hundred miles, it would not be such a difficult journey.
So he busied himself daily with his preparations. While not allowing the people around him to find too many clues as to what he was doing. True, it was likely that Milty would eventually find something, but at this point, it did not matter. He was far enough along that he could leave at any time.
Entering his room after a long practice session with Reiflin, who asked for a chance to see what else he could do. Lanthim basically took her attacks that were well-executed and treated them as if they were nothing. Four hours after they had begun, she lay on the ground, exhausted. He looked as if he could go for eight more.
In the end, though, she seemed please with the match and went back to her work with a smile.
Entering his rooms, Lanthim checked the room over to make sure everything was where it should be. He knew that things went missing from time to time but always. To be found where they should be later. Litralia always seemed to want to see the new magic he was working on. The most recent was a means of storing material in a separate or alternate space and still having access from the world outside.
Surprising to him was such magic did not exist in this world. People just carried what they needed with them. Then if they needed something sent to them, they would just use teleportation magic. At this point, in Lanthim's mind, he assumed it was likely lost magic. From before the braking had not been passed down, so he did not worry too much about it.
Be that as it may, he had found a way to use such magic.
It did require the use of magical sequences and advanced ones at that. Depending on the space he wanted to store items in, he would need to change the sequence. So to generalize the types he would need, he created cards that fit into small pouches he had made.
Each card bore a sequence for a specific space that he could send and retrieve items and material from. To place bulk items into these spaces, he would place the proper transport sequence on the floor. Load all the material then, activates it, and it would enter the space.
Using the cards themselves could do both input and output whatever he required, but only one item could be drawn this way. As things were now all, he required was a detailed map of the region he would be travelling to. In hindsight, he probably should have done this sooner. However, he could not help himself. The preparation of all the different items and materials he thought he would need. Had occupied these many weeks, and he had not thought about the need for a map.
He knew the map he wanted. It was in the north wing of the estate in his mother's old study. That she used when he had been born. Why the study was moved to where her study was now, he did not know, but it did not matter.
He needed the map. Leaving his rooms and getting to where he wanted to be would not be difficult. It would be getting out of the house that night. He had already decided that the likelihood of he would be able to leave unhindered was almost impossible.
It would require him to leave. While none could see. That would be the only time he could go. Reaching his destination, he could feel no one around him, and that was fine. With a mana projection range as large as his. He could basically feel the presence of every living being within six hundred miles. So the estate being around sixty acres, he knew.
Exactly where everyone was, with that, he could move anywhere he wished and never be seen. Entering the room that he spent much of his early infancy, a deep feeling of nostalgia came over him. Many a good memory Had come from this room, and he hoped for much more after his return.
Acquiring what he came for, he made his exit but not before placing the map in its appropriate storage space. Everything was prepared now. All that was left was to leave. However, he was in no rush. The day had only begun there, was still thing he wished to do before leaving this home.
Walking through the great hall that connected the entire estate. He came across his little sister Syrelia she being all of one year old. Like her mother, her hair was the deepest emerald with the tiniest bits of black, like highlights creating a beautiful mix that suited her well.
Unlike her much older sisters that went either straight black or emerald. With her was Harvalyn, her caretaker. She is not so tall, blond, with green eyes. Due to the uniforms worn in the estate, getting a grasp for her figure was difficult regardless she was an interesting maid.
However, looking at a woman in an attractive light at his age felt just a bit much. Even though he would have likely taken the chance, in his past life, for now, better to think small. As he came closer to them, it was the maid who noticed him first.
"Young master, good morning. We were just on our way to come see you." [Harvalyn]
Lanthim gave a slight nod to the maid, stopping ways away from the two others.
'Damn, If only I was older.'
He thought to himself, giving a smile. Immediately he felt something hit him in the chest, he knew who it was, but it would have a better effect to act surprised. Looking down, Syrelia was hugging him really tight. Feeling amazed by the strength she was exhibiting. He immediately thought that something was wrong. A moment later, she released him with a giant smile on her face.
"Big brother still here." [Syrelia]
Her world struck Lanthim like an arrow to his heart.
"What do you mean by that, Lia?" [Lanthim]
He asked the little girl standing before him.
'What does she know? How can she know? I have told nothing to anyone about my leaving.' {Lanthim}
This thought flashed through his mind.
"She had a nightmare last night, young master. Said that you had left the estate and that she did not know where you had gone to." [Harvalyn]
Harvalyn now spoke, standing beside her charge, preparing to lead the child elsewhere.
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I see. I hope that you will still be able to look after her if it happens again."
Spoke Lanthim smiling to his sister as she did so back, so extremely cute. Leaving him to stand by himself, Lanthim could only think of one explanation that could explain what had just happened.
Even though unlikely, it was possible that due to his mother's side of the family. It was known that there was some imperial royal blood in there somewhere. That being the case, what Syrelia had seen in her nightmare was likely a precognitive viewing or simply the ability to see the future.
This did not sit well with Lanthim in the slightest it would not be something that would stop him from leaving. However, if left unattended, it could have dangerous consequences. Deadly consequences for his little sister in the future.
It was well known that those who bore precognitive abilities would eventually go mad from eventual overload, from all the information they would receive from a single viewing. In the end, even if one was trained, they would still become an emotionally destroyed wreck by the end of their lives.
There remained ways to allow such people to live.
Something close to a normal life without slowly going mad, but such ways would require Lanthim to postpone his leaving for a few days. He would need to construct regalia to suppress Syrelia's abilities and allow her to overtime control that power.