Academy Prepare(3)

Hearing this, Desmond found solace in his father's words. "But... I am... tired," he managed to utter before succumbing to the overwhelming drowsiness.

*Thump*

Desmond's body slumped to the ground, slipping into a deep unconscious state.

Meanwhile, within the confines of the manor, a faint glow emanated from a solitary room. A seven-year-old boy stood before a man, his gaze filled with anger.

"Father, how do I eliminate him?" the boy questioned, a simmering intensity in his voice.

"Eliminate whom?" the boy's father inquired, confident that his son's adversary had been vanquished.

"The boy who humiliated Gibson so thoroughly," the young boy reluctantly confessed.

His father settled into a chair, his gaze fixed upon his son. "There is only one way. If you desire, I can provide you with a potion that accelerates your energy absorption and physical advancement," his father proposed, his voice tinged with concern.