In the room.
Alan hurried back and immediately opened the glass vial he was holding, carefully pouring some of the potion into his sister's mouth.
As the potion entered her body, Isabella's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed a bit.
The pain that nearly made her faint began to ease.
"Brother... is that really you? I thought I'd never see you again," Isabella slowly opened her eyes, and upon seeing Alan's worried face, tears welled in the corners of her eyes.
Alan reached out to wipe away her tears, feeling increasingly guilty. "It's my fault, I've been so focused on leveling up that I didn't take care of you, not even remembering your potions."
Isabella sighed. "It's because of my strange illness that I can't help you and often drag you down."
"Don't say that. It's only right for a brother to protect his sister. Besides, the potions you make are a great help to me," Alan comforted her, patting her head. "Once you recover from your illness, with your talent for potion-making, you'll surely be even more sought after than me!"
Isabella's sapphire eyes widened. "Really? But I'll only make potions for you in the future; I won't give them to anyone else. They'll be so envious!"
Seeing this, Alan smiled slightly and chatted with Isabella for a while. Noticing that she was getting a bit tired, he said, "You should rest for a bit. When you wake up, I'll take you to the Northern District for a stroll. It's been almost a month since I last took you out."
Isabella nodded obediently like a little hamster and closed her eyes, drifting back to sleep.
Watching Isabella gradually stabilize and fall into slumber, Alan's sense of urgency grew stronger.
Thinking back to the scene where the Grand Elder and others attacked him today, he immediately entered the hellish space.
"Senior, I've become a magus now; I wonder if you have any powerful spells to teach me?"
Upon seeing the woman in the black robe, Alan rubbed his hands together, feeling both excited and nervous as he asked.
Asking for spells was somewhat reckless, considering the woman was not related to him. The guidance she had given him before was already a great kindness.
However, Alan didn't know any other magus.
And the special spells cast by magus were not just unavailable in the Northern District; even if they were, they would be priced out of his reach.
Tomorrow was the day of life-and-death duel, and to be on the safe side, he wanted to prepare as many trump cards as possible.
The woman in the black robe glanced at Alan, understanding his thoughts. After a moment's contemplation, she waved her hand, forming two glowing texts.
"Most of the spells related to magus are beyond your current level to learn. These two spells might suit you just fine; pick one and practice diligently."
Alan nodded in agreement and looked at the two pieces of glowing text.
One was a tier-bronze release-type spell, Dragon Breath.
It could condense fire elements to unleash a scorching magical attack, capable of melting gold and iron—a truly formidable spell.
After a brief glance, Alan felt quite satisfied. This Dragon Breath was powerful in terms of offense; once upgraded successfully, few tier-bronze mages would be able to rival him.
However, he hesitated for a moment and turned his attention to the other glowing text.
Light Sword Spell.
It manipulated special light elements to form flying swords to attack enemies…
After reading the summary, Alan curiously asked, "Senior, why isn't this spell graded?"
Any spell involving elements outside the four basics wasn't simple.
Moreover, controlling light elements was rare; among mages, those who could wield light elements were almost all exceptionally gifted geniuses.
"The power of the Light Sword Spell depends on how many light swords you can summon. If you can summon thousands, even a tier-gold mage could easily be vanquished."
"Conversely, if you're not even proficient with the four basic elements, you may not be able to summon even one light sword."
The black-robed woman spoke lightly.
The Light Sword Spell belonged to the manifestation-type special spells, whose difficulty of practice was second only to the mysterious type.
Given the special nature of light elements, it was already on par with the mysterious type.
Even magus found it hard to master.
Alan nodded, realizing the training difficulty of the Light Sword Spell was significant, but its power was evidently proportional.
Thus, he spoke firmly, "Senior, I wish to practice the Light Sword Spell!"
Once Alan finished speaking, the woman in the black robe flicked her fingers, and the glowing text flew into Alan's soul.
The complex training methods flashed through Alan's mind. After absorbing the details, he began attempting to manipulate the light elements in the air.
However, there was no reaction!
As expected, the Light Sword Spell wasn't easy to upgrade.
Two hours later.
Alan took a deep breath, dispersing the tiny light spots before him. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and exited the hellish space.
The difficulty of training the Light Sword Spell exceeded Alan's expectations; it took him an hour just to touch the threshold.
Nevertheless, since he promised his sister to take her out, Alan decided to continue his intense training after returning, balancing work and rest.
When Alan reappeared in the room, Isabella was gradually waking from her sleep.
After a brief tidy-up, Isabella clung to Alan's arm, happily skipping out of Roan Castle.
Although the Northern District was an urban area, the most prosperous regions were the streets surrounding the grand noble castles.
So, once they stepped out, they found themselves in the bustling commercial street center.
Along the way, the sounds of vendors selling various precious herbs, potions, and spellbeast materials filled the air, intermingled with the calls of snacks, drinks, and afternoon teas.
Isabella hadn't been out in a long time, and everything felt fresh to her.
Alan glanced at the House Roan guards trailing behind them but didn't pay them any mind, as long as they didn't interrupt his outing with his sister.
Accompanying a girl shopping, Alan felt like they were constantly buying things along the way.
Delicious snacks, fun items; before leaving the Northern District for the royal capital of Charlie, Isabella bought a bit of everything.
Before long, Alan's back was burdened with a bulging bag.
From the afternoon until dusk, when Alan and Isabella were about to head back, the bustling street suddenly erupted in commotion.
Then, a head that resembled a warhorse, a green-skinned aether steed, galloped out from the street, capturing everyone's attention.
"Aether steed?! They're incredibly rare, even in Snowguard City, hard to come by! Is a big shot arriving?"
"Alice!"
"Silver armor and golden blades, as delicate as a rose—she must be the legendary queen, Alice!"
"It really is her! The first queen of Plantagenet Kingdom! One person beneath the emperor, above everyone else!"
"Isn't she here to challenge the kingdom's prodigies? Why is she here?"
At that moment, as the crowd recognized the figure atop the aether steed, everyone on the street gasped in astonishment.
Alan felt a flicker of curiosity as well.
After all, Alice's reputation was immense; he had heard multiple times that she was a true legendary figure, exceptionally talented, and a renowned swordmaster who suppressed all the prodigies in the Plantagenet Kingdom.
As Alan watched Alice approach, she suddenly reined in her aether steed and looked at him.
"You have impressive talent and strength; you must be William, the one who caused the disturbance in the heavens. You qualify to be my opponent!"
While she spoke, she gripped the hilt of a slender golden long sword at her waist, the sharp aura tearing through the air, creating a sound like the wind being sliced.
Alan stared at her in shock. After a moment's hesitation, he replied, "I'm not William; you have the wrong person."
"Oh?" Alice seemed surprised but didn't retract her imposing aura, still glaring at Alan with fierce intent. "Though you're not him, you've reached tier-iron lv10, making you a worthy opponent!"
Alan's pupils constricted. At this moment, he had completely concealed his presence, appearing like an ordinary person, yet Alice had still seen through his true strength!
Under Alice's intense gaze, Alan felt his blood boil.
He, too, wanted to fight this legendary figure. No matter the outcome, it would undoubtedly benefit him!