"Hmm, that child should be seven or eight years old, right?" Gilgamesh asked as he watched the combat from above with some surprise. To consider this child as an instructor was a poorly executed joke in Gilgamesh's eyes.
They were talking about magic, which refers to the manipulation of mana stored in the body to produce supernatural effects known as Magic Spells.
Generally, it is believed that a person's mana or magical power reserve is inherited, and the amount one has is determined at birth. However, now that Gilgamesh could sense the magical quantity inside that child, he discovered that there were certain exceptions, in addition to the children he was personally training.
All people are capable of increasing their total mana amount by stimulating their mana from an early age. Those slaves he had been buying and sending to orphanages to be taught magic were incredible talents who were slowly accumulating worthy power.
The ability to learn how to cast silent spells is also related to practicing the skill at an early age. Of course, this did not apply to Gilgamesh, who had not touched magic since he arrived in this world. He knew that his body contained an enormous amount of magic, which compared to the child beneath him, would be like comparing an ocean to a drop of seawater; there was no comparison in their hidden power.
It was true that magic did not seem attractive to him in any way at the moment, not when there were so many other things that caught his attention.
Ghislaine looked at the battle unfolding between father and son and said, "He must have just turned eight; I'm not well-informed about it as it's not relevant. But certainly, that child has talent, incredible magic talent."
Gilgamesh furrowed his brow and thought that unless it was a reincarnation, an incarnation, or an enlightened being, there was no possibility that this child had such achievements in magic. So, after seeing that the battle had ended, he said, "Now that they've finished, let's descend."
Ghislaine nodded.
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Bonna Village.
Home to Paul Greyrat.
"That was, that was too close..." Paul observed his unconscious son lying on the ground and then his dirty shoes.
He had received the response letter a year and a half after receiving one stating that things were not good for the family at that time. He thought they had politely ignored him, but after a year and a half, a response had come.
Paul, as a father who found it difficult to understand his son, wanted to leave a strong impression on him by giving him a beating while teaching him how to use a sword. But after another year and a half, his son was incredible at magic, which surprised him greatly when he used it in the battle.
"As expected of my son, his intuition for combat is astounding," Paul said, one of the things he was most proud of was having such a talented son. "As expected from a genius who even made a Water Saint Mage lose confidence..."
His son was terrifying, but he would always be proud of him.
In the past, Paul could only feel envy towards those who were better than him, but surprisingly, when it came to his son, he didn't feel any negative emotions.
"Rudy?!"
Sylphy, who appeared on the scene, tried to rescue her friend and immediately cast an intermediate-level spell. Despite being the same age as Rudeus, she was incredibly skilled in using magic.
"The battle has already ended; you should consider creating a fictional scene in your mind and take a closer look at things instead," Gilgamesh appeared behind Sylphy and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Who is this?" Sylphy asked in surprise as she turned around, but because she was casting a spell, it ended up hitting Ghislaine in the face.
"Ehhh!"
Paul, who was watching his son's friend, froze when he saw a boy much taller than Rudeus suddenly appear behind Sylphy. He was about to question who he was when he suddenly saw Ghislaine appearing abruptly by his side.
Gilgamesh smiled at the little elf beside him, who looked at him in surprise, and said, "We arrived unexpectedly; it would be abnormal if they didn't see us."
Sylphy remained frozen, not knowing what to say. She looked at Gilgamesh, who was very tall and walking towards Rudeus without any apparent intention.
"Hey, is this your son?" Gilgamesh asked, looking at the man standing to the side, holding a wooden sword.
"Oh, of course he's my son!" Paul said boastfully, as if he regarded his son above all other children.
But Gilgamesh smiled coldly and asked again, "Are you sure he's your son?"
This question annoyed Paul a little. He looked at Gilgamesh more sternly and said, "I was there when he was born; do I need to tell you that he's not my son?"
"Choose your words carefully, Paul, you would lose more than just your rank if you're not careful." Ghislaine walked towards the unconscious Rudeus and looked at Paul, who handed her a letter and asked, "Who's that annoying kid?"
"Someone you should be cautious of. You're a good man but certainly foolish, although it's common in foolish nobles like you who have abandoned their status," Gilgamesh stopped looking at Paul and instead looked at Sylphy. "Girl, it would be a shame for someone with your talent to stay in this village waiting for your little boyfriend's favor. Don't you want to become stronger?"
"Eh..." Sylphy didn't know how to respond to that question.
Gilgamesh smiled as he looked at Sylphy. "In a few weeks, a mage from the Tower of Uruk will come to this village to offer you and your parents the opportunity to move to Ars. Of course, you must be trained to become part of my magical workforce. Your parents would be with you. What do you say to that?"
Paul frowned at this scene and asked, "Who says that?"
"The future king of the Asura Kingdom, someone who will clean up all the garbage in this kingdom." Gilgamesh left these words and disappeared from everyone's sight.
Without waiting for a response, when Ghislaine was ready, Gilgamesh left this place at an impressive speed. In just a few seconds, he had left the village that had brought him certain surprises.
"Who would have thought that this boy is a Mongrel in every sense..." Gilgamesh smiled coldly as the speed continued to increase to the point where the landscapes couldn't be seen.