Time flew by, and twenty days had already passed.
Delmar had been living under the same roof with Moros, who treated him as his most intimate disciple. Moros often praised Delmar's exceptional talents in front of William, predicting that one day he would become the new deity of witchcraft.
William was almost fed up with it, especially since Poseidon had even cut his hair short and was sporting a slicked-back hairstyle, following Moros around, respectfully addressing him as 'master' and delighting Moros with his flattery, who in turn generously shared the secrets of witchcraft.
With the memory of the sea god Poseidon, Delmar's already extraordinary learning ability was further enhanced under the personal guidance of Moros, a deity of witchcraft. Learning these witchcraft spells was a breeze for him.
So much so that within a week, Delmar had mastered over twenty kinds of witchcraft, bringing Moros to tears of joy.
