"Since it has come to this, there is no point in hiding it anymore…" Artemisia said and then sighed. "As you know, Aion, my ancestors belonged to a magic kingdom, and they had an unrivaled talent for magic, and you inherited that."
Aion wasn't so sure about that… he used magic because of the system, but considering the power of his Fireballs at that age, his mother could only assume that he had talent… it was a pity, but he didn't have it. What was better: disappoint his mother or lie to her? To be or not to be, that is the question…
"I don't think that was the case, mother… I just used it by accident since I read a book that mentions the principles of that spell," Aion said. Even though that wasn't completely true, he read a book about that.
"Even so… being able to control mana at your age is something unheard of even among us," Artemisia said. "Your father told me once if you were to awaken to magic powers, I should teach you how to control them properly and tell you that you shouldn't use them unless you have to. Whenever you do, people around will recall the war."
He had considered that… Still, to think that Aion truly would have both sides on his family tree, such an amazing lineage… at that point in time, he wondered if the king was stupid to let that happen. Wouldn't be the same as wanting to create a supersoldier? The part of his plan to create a descendant of his mother's people that would be loyal to him sounded sound, but until now… it was a double-edged sword in anyone's hands.
"When we get angry, our magic powers usually go out of control. That is why you think it was an accident… your magic powers just reacted to your feelings," Artemisia said. "Anger powers up fire magic, and the calmer you can get, the more sharp and sturdy will be your ice magic."
That was a weird magic system… it had to rely on the feelings of the caster. Aion felt that he had heard of something similar in a book on his past life, but he couldn't recall where. Regardless, his mother explained that they didn't need to cast spells like most people. As long as they could obtain full control over their feelings, they basically could control the basic elements. Fire, Water, Wind, and Earth…
Wind and Earth were a bit complicated to learn since one represented the feeling of freedom and the wish to change things, while the other was the reverse, the wish to maintain the status quo and prevent changes. So, it was hard to find someone who could use all of them. Moreover, Wind and Earth magic could only be used and strengthened when some situations forced the casters to get mentally stronger.
"I guess that makes sense… it is easier for someone to get angrier or feel cold toward some things, even more so against enemies," Aion thought.
"This time, you got angry to rescue your brother, and I am proud of you for that," Artemisia said. "However, you can't let anger power you… anger is like a never-ending fire that destroys everything around you. Fortunately, I think you have more affinity for ice magic, but we should practice everything just in case."
"There are only those four types?" Aion asked.
"Yes, the other types are something that disappeared a long time ago, and you don't have to worry about that," Artemisia replied.
Aion was quite interested in the subject since he had never heard anything regarding those topics before. He didn't find that in books either, so it was highly classified information. In any case, from that point onward, his mother also began to teach him magic, but as with everything else, it started with the basics, and fortunately, the basics were just to use Meditation.
Artemisia wanted to test his patience and strengthen his willpower, so Aion was going to do that for a long while… In any case, despite the incident, Aion went to train as usual in the garden, and he found the others there. After hearing what happened, Georges was practicing sword swings with all his might while showing an annoyed expression.
"You are going to hurt yourself…" Aion said.
"Leave him alone for a while… He needs to deal with his frustration, and as you know, he isn't that patient," Henri said. "We didn't have time to talk about yesterday, but you surprised everyone. You used normal magic, then chased the carriage without being noticed and even realized the kidnapping when everyone else was busy… You are something else."
"Anyone can do that much if they stay focused," Aion said.
That wounded Henri's pride a bit, but he knew that Aion had a point… his little brother was kidnapped right behind him. Still, all of them were at fault for something, so no one blamed the other.
"By the way, what is normal magic?" Aion asked.
"That is, most people use it. What the people of your mother's kingdom used is ancient magic, and only those who have certain blood can use it," Henri replied. "I thought that you used ancient magic, but your report and others said that you just used Fireballs."
"I found a book that mentioned Fireball, and I decided to try… I got lucky," Aion said.
"Elvera and Nanda are having a hard time using that, and you managed by reading a book once… even Maisie and Darina had a hard time pulling that off before becoming ten years old," Philip said. "In a normal situation, I would ask you to teach them a bit of magic, but I guess our mothers won't let that happen."
Elvera and Nanda were the youngest sisters, while Maisie and Darina were the oldest that were attending the magic school. Aion barely talked with them because they were really close to their mothers… if it weren't for the training that they did every morning, Aion probably would never have become close to his half-brothers as he was now.