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"Avan, come with me!" Ron grabbed Avan's hands and began to chant his own spell.

"Where are we going? I still have to return to my mother's." Avan replied.

"This needs to be brought to the Tower Master!" A giant magic circle appeared below them and it slowly shrunk down. "Teleportation!" Both of their bodies slowly faded away and soon disappeared like nothingness.

As soon as they opened their eyes, they were in a completely different room. "What is this..?"

"The highest floor of the library."

Two guards were in front wearing full plated magical armor. No matter how much they try to hide it, the sheer strength and domineering power was too much causing low tidbits of mana showing up. "Librarian Ron Hazgarad, Salute!" They both said in unison.

"Salute." Ron then did the same as them. "I need to speak to the tower master."

"It will be done." One guard then looked at Avan. "This youngster is?"

"Avan Neidleest. I need to talk to the Tower Master about him. Open the door."

"Yes sir."

As they opened the door, a bright light hovering above the Tower Master's head moved around the room and stayed on the very top to provide a light for the whole room. "Come in."

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"I greet the Tower Master." Ron lowered his head and then proceeded to enter the room.

"Ah Ron, its been a while. How's his stay at the academy?" The Tower Master asked.

"He's entering his first year."

"First year huh..." The Tower Master turned his chair around to face the large window that was behind him. It was shaped as a man so small reaching out to a god that was ten times its size. "I still can't believe when you brought him to me twelve years ago. A four year old casting a first tier spell. It looked like it was fake but it was real."

"Well, everyone would just say the same thing. People usually reach the first tier on their 10th year of living. Or if they've undergone extreme conditions, its either six to eight years."

"How amazing." The Tower Master stood up and placed his hands on his shoulder, "Ron, you better take care of that child. He's about sixteen years old now right? Time goes fast indeed. What tier is he at now?"

"As of now, I don't know. I remember him activating a second tier spell a year ago in the second floor of the library but he suddenly stopped coming when he got that... weapon."

"Weapon..?" He placed his hands crossed on his chest confused about something. "I'll ask you about it later. So, what made you come here."

Ron stood up straight and placed both of his hands in the air. He activated a spatial magic as he put his hand in the air in front of him and it suddenly disappeared. As he brought it out, a scroll that looked like it was old. Yet it was a paper that's supposed to be expensive. Ron grabbed it in the air and ripped it and a sudden burst of mana exploded in the room.

It wasn't damaging yet it was a bit of a surprise for the both of them as a figure of the Royal Emperor of their land suddenly appeared in front of them. "Tower Master Ashphragora Hecarion Zexavius, I wish to see you in my castle immediately." And then, the image in front of them disappeared.

Ashphragora kneeled down and Ron followed. "I received and I'll obey."

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"Avan! Today's the start of your school!" Carpei shouted but there was no response. She let out a sigh, "Vivian!"

"Yes madam?" Vivian just came out of the kitchen.

"Goodmorning Vivian, Do you know where Avan is? Today is supposed to be the start of his classes but he won't go out of his room."

"He's outside. He said that he's preparing for something."

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Avan was outside and there was a giant circle around him clear of grass and his footsteps marked on the ground. As he took a step forward, his foot was dug deep into the hundreds of markings that was on the ground.

Each movement was precise and was the same.

Mana was overflowing within each movement. As he wield that sword that he was wielding, pain went through in his arms. But the results?

An overbearingly powerful amount of strength.