CHAPTER 6 - MY BROTHER IS EXASPERATED

Douglas manor owns a designated spell casting room that can bear magical spell attacks up to some level. But since it is designed to hone spell casting, the training room itself is simply an empty rectangular room with nothing on it.

Currently at the center of this training room, standing a red-haired boy.

The boy is Martian. Two years have passed since Martian opened his own mana palace. Now, Martian appearance looks so handsome and tall for his age.

He got a handsome face and soft white skin from his mother and a beautiful sharp nose and warm green eyes from his father. He got all the best things he could get from both of his parents.

It won't be long before this red-haired boy can make any woman heart skip a beat.

Today his father wants to see the result of his magic studies. He wants him to cast a magic spell right in front of him.

"Fire Magic – fireball." call out Martian.

The fire mana in the air heeding Martian call, they gather and hover above Martian right hand, creating a basketball-sized fireball.

However, the newly created fireball keeps flickering unstably like a candle on windy days.

Puff~

The fireball in Martian hand is extinguished after long incessant flickering.

"You have transferred too much mana from your mana palace, son." Alfons, who is topless and showing his hard-chiselled muscle walks from the side of the room to where Martian is standing.

"You need to—" Alfons stopped his words and took the round object that looks like a chakram from his hip. Though the chakram like-object is not bigger than a small bowl, it has many beautiful white crystal-like diamonds decorating it circularly. Alfons put this object in front of his mouth and speaks into it while looking at Martian.

'You have done it wrong, son. You have used too much mana, so the fireball you have created is too big and unstable. You need to transfer just enough mana from your mana palace, about half what you have transferred.' Alfons voice rang in Martian mind so loudly and made Martian stunned for seconds.

Not because he is startled at the sudden voice that rang out of nowhere. But more because he was exasperated beyond bounds with this situation. Because now, he needed to act like a baby and let his father preach in his mind for a minute; before he could nod and stop his acts, then do what his father had preached.

'Arghhh! Whoever invented this bat's voice talisman is a complete ass hole!!' Martian hatefully stare at the chakram like-object in front of Alfons mouth. 'May your soul be kicked out from heaven, you damn wanker!!'

"Pffft…" Bertrand muffled laughs can be heard from the left side of Martian. Bertrand is sitting conformably right below the training wall room. He seems to have fun watching at the frustrated Martian, "fufufufu…" Bertrand laughed softly.

Though Bertrand looks like he was having fun, Bertrand appearance shows that he was actually very ill and appears to be a serious one. Some of his hair has turned grey, and he has lost a lot of body mass in the last two years after his illness worsened.

"fufufufu —Gak! Gak!" Bertrand gets choked while happily laughing, 'Hell, this fever just won't go away!'

Hearing the choking like coughs sounds from Bertrand, Alfons quickly turn around and bolt to check Bertrand condition, "Are you okay, son? You can rest in the room if you not." Alfons put his huge palm into Bertrand's forehead and felt its temperature, "Your fever is so high, why don't you go to your room and wait for the healer sent by your great-grandpa?"

Bertrand grabs his father arm and looks at him in the eye with a smile, "Don't worry about me, father. I still want to cheer for Martian." Bertrand's face looked so holy and pure as he said his words.

"Prrrt!" in annoyance, Martian vibrates his lips and makes a fart sound. 'It's all because of him my life becomes full of torture from being preached straight in the mind for 24/7 by the old man and the old hag! Yet I still need to act like an idiot! Shame on you, jerk!'

Martian life had not been easy after Alfons and Maria found out that he was a genius. Especially after Martian has divulged himself that he has a mana palace in the size of three wagons, which is more than three times what Bertrand has.

Thus, right from that day, Martian fate to inherit Alfons title as a baron Douglas is basically sealed.

And because of so, Alfons has gone all out to give resources for Martian magic studies. He had sold many things in the family only to buy bat's voice talisman that then be Martian nightmare.

In conclusion, as the result of two years of the nightmare that is still going on. Martian has lost his respect for his parent and has never ever used the word, father or mom, and straight to use old man and old hag in front of Bertrand.

"What a good, son. Then wait a bit more. Martian must be able to cast his first spell with you around to cheer him." Alfons caress Bertrand's head and then walks back to the Martian side.

Back to Martian's side, after making sure Bertrand is okay, Alfons picks up his bat's voice and starts guiding Martian again on how to cast a spell to Martian. At the same time, Martian also keeps making sure he has not shown much progress.

'No, no, have done another wrong step, son. You need to transfer mana slowly from your mana palace to all the veins in your arm, so your finger can communicate more steadily with the mana in the air.'

Alfons make his left hand to hold the bat's voice, and then he uses his right hand to show Martian how to control the mana, "Fire magic--"

Tsss~

A flame burns brightly above Alfons right hand like fire from the stove. 'Don't quickly mold the flame. Let it stay for a longer time and make the spell formula mold in your mind become clearer before you say the name of your spell and project it to the mana in your hand.'

"--Fireball" Alfons, molding the flame in his hand into a fireball, 'See? It's easier. All that I do is separate the mana transfer and spell formula molding into two-part.'

'This way of casting is good for training, as you will know how much mana you have transferred, and then you can modify the spell formula mold accordingly. You got it, now, son?' Alfons extinguished the fireball in his hand.

Martian does not quickly answer Alfons question but eyeing Bertrand and talk to him with his eye, 'Should I end this here? I can't take it anymore!'

Bertrand looks at Martian and gives him a scoffing smile. 'Big no! Don't take away my fun!'

'Nah! Why I need to ask you!' Martian rolls his eyes at his own foolishness, 'I shouldn't hang out with the old man and the old hag too much. My damn IQ keeps falling down as I keep acting like an idiot!'

Watching at how both of his sons are cutely talking with their eyes, Alfons is in amusement, 'It would be good if I had a brother to cheer me, too…'

Martian throws a smirk at Bertrand, 'You dare to laugh at me before? Let me make you taste the sourness of life then, hmph!'

Deciding to tease Bertrand, Martian back to look at Alfons. He tilted his head to act cute like Bertrand used to do, while at the same time he stretched his arms as a sign, "Da da~, two hands?"

Alfons put the bat's voice in his mouth again, "You want to do it with both hands?"

Nod~ nod

"hmm…" Alfons was deep in thought. 'It would be easier if Mars did the casting with both hands because he hasn't been able to gauge which mana he should transfer yet.' Alfons eyes keep glancing at Bertrand, 'But how about Bertrand? He would be sad…'

Martian grabbing at Alfons belt and yanks it repeatedly while looking at Alfons cutely, "Da da~"

'Let's get him to do this one and end today's session. So, I can atone for this mistake with Bertrand.' decide Alfons while nodding to Martian.

"Yeah, yeah!" Martian, cutely skipping around.

"Ugh… how dumb he is. 'I will make a joke about you' is all written on his face." Bertrand can only laugh inside at Martian childish behaviour, 'The dumb bull wants to tease me? Thousand years too early!'

Knowing what Martian want to do. Bertrand quickly coughed hard and spit out some phlegm from his cold, "Father, I want to go back to rest."

Alfons eyes lit up as he hurriedly rushed to Bertrand and patted him in the back, "You can go, you can go. Rest well, Martian lesson will end after this."

"hmm-mm." Bertrand cutely nods to Alfons before he walks to Martian.

Bertrand put his sole arms to pat Martian in the head and whisper very softly, "Don't play too hard. I still want to play with my doll tonight." Bertrand gently pulls his right bottom eyelid down with his index finger and stick out his pink tongue.

"grrr…" veins start to bulge in Martian face.

Seeing Martian about to explode, Bertrand quickly walks to the door and exit the training room.

"BERTRAND!!!!!" Martian yells so loudly behind the door.

"Hehehe~" Bertrand happily laughs on his way to his room.