Result of Mana Training

After awakening the mana core, Leona commenced training with Lucius and Athena under Noir's guidance.

A year had passed since that pivotal moment, and within that time, Lucius had diligently honed his abilities, mastering control over his mana core. At just three years old, his progress was remarkable.

The Duke mansion training ground served as their arena, where Lucius, Leona, and Athena practiced their skills tirelessly. It was during one of these sessions that Lucius experienced a profound moment. As he focused on his training, a voice echoed inside his head, a whisper from the depths of his awakened mana core. It spoke of a condition fulfilled: awakening his mana before the age of eight. The realization dawned on him, filling him with a sense of accomplishment and purpose.

With a radiant smile, Lucius opened his eyes and immediately sought out Noir, his mother and guide. Rushing towards her, he enveloped her in a warm embrace, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you for everything, mother " he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity.

Noir, touched by his gesture, returned the embrace, holding him close. Her heart swelled with pride at the progress he had made. "You've worked hard, Lucius," she replied softly, her voice filled with warmth. "I'm proud of you."

As they stood there, embraced in a moment of shared appreciation, Leona and Athena approached, their eyes reflecting the same sense of gratitude towards their mother. Together, they expressed their thanks, their voices blending into a harmonious chorus of appreciation.

Moved by their words, Noir felt a swell of emotion rise within her. Tears glistened in her eyes as she looked upon the three children before her. "You'r are my family ," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "And there's nothing I wouldn't do for family."

Lucius, sensing her sincerity, felt a surge of love and affection for the woman who had become like his real mother to him. Yet, a question lingered in his mind, one that had been gnawing at him for some time. "Mother" he began hesitantly, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Why do you treat us like your own children, even though Me and Leona are not your biologically children?"

Noir's expression softened, her gaze meeting his with understanding. She knew that this question had been weighing heavily on Lucius's mind, and she was determined to address it with the care it deserved. "Because love knows no bounds, Lucius," she replied gently. "It doesn't matter where you come from or who's your real mother . What matters is the relationship we share, and that love and relation binds us together as a family."

Lucius's heart swelled with emotion at her words, his doubts and fears melting away in the warmth of her love. He felt a sense of peace wash over him, knowing that he was truly loved and accepted for who he was.

Yet, even as he basked in the warmth of Noir's love, a shadow of doubt lingered in his mind. "But Mother," he continued, his voice trembling slightly. "What if one day you decide that you no longer want us to call you 'mother'? What if you stop treating like your own children?"

Noir's heart ached at the thought of Lucius doubting her love for even a moment. She reached out and gently cupped his cheek, her touch tender and reassuring. "Lucius, listen to me," she said firmly, her voice filled with conviction. "No matter what happens, you and Leona will always be my children.you both are same as Athena to me and Nothing will ever change that. Not now, not ever."

Lucius felt a surge of relief flood through him at her words, his doubts dispelled once and for all. In that moment, he knew without a doubt that Noir's love was unwavering and unconditional.

With their bond reaffirmed, Noir turned her attention to Lucius's training, eager to see just how far he had come. "Show me what you've learned, Lucius," she said, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Show me the result of your training "

As Lucius stood in the Duke mansion training ground, surrounded by his mother and sister's, he prepared to showcase the results of his rigorous training. With a focused expression, he closed his eyes briefly, centering himself and connecting with the pulsating energy of his mana core.

As he opened his eyes, a shimmering aura enveloped his body, ethereal wisps of mana swirling around him like a protective cloak. With practiced precision, he manipulated the flow of mana, shaping it into tangible forms that danced around him in intricate patterns.

With one hand, he condensed the mana into a dense, pulsating mass, resembling molten lava, radiating intense heat and power. With the other hand, he delicately weaved the mana into a fine, translucent mist, as gentle and fluid as a babbling brook.

With each movement, he demonstrated absolute control over his mana, his movements fluid and graceful. He shifted effortlessly between the two forms, showcasing the versatility and depth of his mastery.

Then, with a surge of energy, he propelled himself into motion, his movements fueled by the power of his mana. He darted across the training ground with astonishing speed, leaving behind a trail of shimmering energy in his wake.

As he moved, he incorporated his mana into every aspect of his training. It surrounded him like a protective barrier, enhancing his speed, agility, and strength. With each step, he left behind a subtle imprint of his mana, a testament to his unwavering control and mastery.

Finally, he culminated his demonstration with a breathtaking display of aerial acrobatics. With a powerful leap, he soared into the air, propelled by a burst of mana from beneath his feet. As he ascended, he manipulated the mana to cushion his landing, ensuring a soft and graceful descent.

As he touched down with barely a sound, a ripple of awe swept through the onlookers. Lucius stood before them, his chest heaving with exertion, but his eyes shining with pride. In that moment, he knew that he had achieved something truly extraordinary, a testament to his dedication, perseverance, and the guidance of his mother.

With a nod of satisfaction, Noir approached him, her expression one of profound admiration. "Well done, Lucius," she said, her voice filled with pride. "You have truly mastered control over your mana core."

With a grateful smile, Lucius bowed his head in thanks, a sense of accomplishment swelling within him. He knew that this was just the beginning of his journey, but with his newfound mastery and the unwavering support of his mother, he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.