Chapter 18

He needed to design an experiment to find his aptitude, or everything was for nought. 'It is unlikely that I have no aptitude for magic, but there is no way to be certain what my aptitude is. Based on my assessment of the original novel, aptitude is closely related to the world's laws and intricately linked to the soul. But it may have something to do with willpower and how badly you want to rewrite reality around you. If that's the case being a transmigrator is beneficial given the unique outlook one can manifest, but should it be driven by the soul's connection to the world, it may be detrimental.' Leylin pondered.

"Either way, until an experiment is designed to test these hypotheses, all these are mere conjectures," Leylin whispered.

He paced before the fireplace, trying to find some inspiration, but it remained elusive. Finally, frustrated, he decided to put it off. Anyway, first he would need to calibrate the scale for which he would need people whose aptitude he knew with certainty.

Leylin could feel his mounting frustration with the lack of details in WMW.pdf. Ideally, he would need two for each rank of aptitude, but he should be able to perform a rudimentary experiment with just someone with a rank 4 aptitude. That way, he would have specimens of both 2 and 4. If someone's aptitude is less than Victor, it's a rank 1. If it's near victor, its ranks 2. If it's above Victor, but below 4, it's a 3 and so on.

Given this, Leylin could only think of two targets whom he could both easily track down and had a 4th-grade aptitude. George Borunin and Kwalier from the golden lion noble family. Both had a fourth-grade aptitude. Tracking down nobles was more manageable than tracking down some random person.

Given the current circumstance, Leylin was confident George was the best option. So he poured himself into the original novel, trying to extract all the information available on George.

He walked to the lookout under the bejewelled sky and extended his arms as the brilliant bird perched on it. He Put a note into Fawkes's collar and sent it to find Roran.

The following day he sat in seiza on the carpet. He was going through the knight's meditation motions while waiting for Roran to arrive.

"Roran," Leylin declared.

"My Lord," Roran answered.

"I have a mission for you. The songbird sang; it seems like a noble named George Borunin was an apprentice for one of Victor's compatriots. I need all the information about this kid you can dig up." Leylin Paused as he sensed Roran's unease.

"A kid, My lo…," Roran tried to speak.

Leylin promptly cut him off, "I am a kid; am I any less dangerous, Roran.".

"Besides, according to Victor, it's his master who is the ring leader for the dark magi association for the continent." Leylin recounted.

"No one has seen his face or knows his name, only that he goes by the professor. The only person who might have a clue about his identity is George. I need it done cleanly and without alerting anyone." He ordered.

He declared with purpose, "We need to do this, Roran. I don't like it any more than you do, but sometimes there is such a thing as the greater good. Peace always has a price. We can bargain, but the price must be paid."

"It will be done, my lord," Roran answered resolutely.

"Once you have instructed the men on this mission, I want you to bring Locke and Mercer with you in the evening. But, first, we must talk about our endeavour's future." Leylin spoke enigmatically.