(BEFORE READING THIS CHAPTER, DO NOTE THAT THERE WILL BE TIMESKIPS IN THIS CHAPTER)
Prior to what King Heinreicht just said, everyone in the room would just be silent. Not knowing what to say as this was a serious matter. Not once has this instance ever happened in the span of 2 millenias. The last known person who was able to cast magic without even having to chant was the Wilsemann's Royal Family's founder, Silva Atelier Wilsemann. After his passing, people believed that there won't be another person who would be able to cast magic without chanting. But that belief was proven to be wrong at this current moment as another person was able to do the same thing. Not just that, he wasn't just any random person, he was the Wilsemann Royal Family's youngest son, William V. Wilsemann.
This was the signal that a new era of power would come to rise as a child who hasn't even turned 5 was already this proficient in magic. If William was trained and were to gain enough experience, he wouldn't just have the potential to become powerful, no. He could have the potential to become the most strongest being in this world. One that easily wipe countless nations off the map and destroy lands with a flick of a finger.
With each passing moment from here on end, William would just grow stronger by the second without even having his growth being halted. Not only was William born with a special body that was meant for magic, he was also able to use magic easily without getting exhausted. This boy, was a child of the century, no, of the Millenium. He was the sole embodiment and incarnation of Silva Atelier Wilsemann. After having revealed his talents to his family, he knew that his life would only get harder from here.
"When did all of this start, William?" King Heinreicht would ask Prince William.
"It all started earlier today, father. It was not long after I came here." Prince William would answer.
"I see...starting from today, I will assign a sword instructor and magic teacher to you. They will help you train and learn magic along the way." King Heinreicht would say this now.
"Very we-" William would try to say something but would get cut off by the King.
"Oh! And one more thing. When you turn to the age of 12, I will be sending you to Elysium's Prestigious Academy so that you can improve more on your skills from the teachers and headmaster there. You will be attending the academy for 6 years. So make sure for the span of these 8 years to fully learn all you can from your assigned teachers to prepare yourself for the competition that waits ahead at the academy." King Heinreicht would say this to William.
"Bu-" William would try to say something but would get cut off once more.
"No arguing." As the King would firmly hold his statement.
It was at this moment that William's life was going to be much rougher. His dream of living a calm and simple life without having to do much was ruined just because he was too eager to show his talents to the others. He regretted his current decision and he wished he could turn back time to stop what he was doing to prevent this from ever happening but it's not possible.
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After this incident, his daily life were just consisted of training and studying without a moment to even take a breather. Each and every single day, his skills with weapons, swords and magic were getting honed and polished to be more powerful. His strikes from a weapon became stronger, his magic was getting more powerful and the amount of circles which looped his heart increased.
His endurance, durability, strength and intellect were getting raised each day to its fullest, followed by another series of training afterwards. His profiency in magic rose fast to the point that it surpassed even his teachers, but nevertheless, they still kept training and educating him.
Each day was like a struggle to him, as he needed to survive each and every single day with a strict diet, small portions of food, heavy workouts and tiresome amounts of reading books. It's still a suprise to William as he's managed to come this far without dying yet. His body was getting more muscular and toned and intellect rose through the peaks of the skies, which were limitless.
When his first year hit after training for so long, the King had now ordered the eldest Prince, Hans to teach William war tactics and strategies. William however, hated his current life now, as it felt similar to the one he had before this, though, this time it felt hundred times worser. He would've pretty much preferred his old life at this point on.
Though, further along the years, each day kept getting easier, as it was now his daily routine and was getting more repetitive as time went. His physique also improved and his height also increased. He was also getting more handsome as he went. There was no limit to how much he could grow, it was endless, like a dark bottomless pit filled with only the void.
By the time William reached the age of 10 his knowledge and intellect when it came to war tactics and battle strategies had now surpassed his brother's, so Hans stopped teaching him and began learning from him instead. William was a natural at everything he did. He was skilled and unstoppable. By this point, he was plenty of times stronger than he was before this.
William knew that he wasn't being raised as a Prince, rather he was being raised as a weapon. A weapon that could be used to defeat other nations. William hated that fact because he knew that he was going to have kill millions of innocent people if it ever came to it. He may be like this but inside, he has a pure heart. But still, what drove him to continue was his mother's encouragement, she was the only one who loved him for what he was and not something that's getting created at the current moment. Whenever William felt lost, he always seeked his mother for advice, and she gave him the best ones.
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By the time he turned 11 years old, during the final days before he turns 12, he was finally able to rest as his father instructed him to. His birthday was near, and it won't be long until he gets sent away to the academy.
"Congratulations, you have endured the long years of nurturing. I applaude you, youngest. For now, since you have three days left until you get sent away to the academy, you may do as you wish for the remainders of those days. Enjoy." The King would now say to William.
"Very well, Father." As William would give the King a reply.
William would leave his father's work quarters and began wandering the halls. Reminiscing the simpler times he had as a child before revealing his talent unreasonably to his family.
"These past few years were tiring, but I'm glad it's now over." He would mutter to himself.
William was now different, he felt different and even looked different.
He was now taller than his peers.
He was more muscular and toned than he was before.
His magic proficiency reached the 6th Circle.
His physique was now much more defined.
This was not the body of a child; it was the body of a warrior.
Though, William didn't hate this body of his. It was easier to move and it's not sloppy like his past life's body. He may have hated his father for putting him in those long torturous years of endless training, but he was at least grateful towards him for giving him this body.
Enough of that though.
William who is currently standing in the middle of the hallways is trying to think of something to do for the remainder of the days he has left before getting sent off. Though, it didn't take that long for him to actually think of something to do. He decided.
"I think I'm going to explore the Palace's forest and garden. I haven't gone there yet, so I should probably have a look." William would say to himself.
William could now be seen heading towards the direction where the forest and garden was.
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