I woke up the next morning, surprisingly, in my bed and feeling refreshed. I guess the old man moved me to my bed after I fell asleep from sparring.
Alaric didn't bother me with studying much yesterday, but I guess it was the exception because of the awakening ceremony. The second I walked out the door of my bedroom, I heard him screaming.
For fucks sake, I just woke up.
"You slept in shithead! Go make us breakfast, and then we're hitting the books."
So I did what any good apprentice would do.
I stared at Alaric for a second, squinting my eyes, before flipping him the bird.
I headed towards the kitchen after, then went and made breakfast for us, but I made Alaric start the fire with magic to make things quicker.
I made food with the eggs and meat we bought at the market earlier this week.
After finishing all of that and cleaning our dishes, we headed off to the study room.
Well, the "study room".
But in reality, it was just the living room where I sat on the couch and Alaric stood in front of me with a board in front of him to draw on with chalk.
Cheap ass.
Today I had to study history, which was just as boring as usual.
The history of our land mass can be summed up in one word…
War.
Sooooo much war, we always seem to be at war!
And for some reason, I have to remember every fucking war we ever fought, and the details of it.
It's so annoying and tedious. I don't care about those old coots and their battles! I wasn't even alive for fucks sake.
The land mass we live on is called Marebore.
And it's massive, there are five kingdoms, and they cover about half of it.
Speaking of kingdoms, it's probably a good idea to revise them quickly. Alaric will probably test me on that later.
Hmmm, if I remember correctly, the five kingdoms are..
The Balan Kingdom, which resides in the Northeast, originates from the Dwarves.
The Orc kingdom is located in the Northwest. They named it after the god they believe in as well as their first ruler, the Valkan Kingdom.
The Elven Kingdom, located in the west, is called Elwen Forest.
And to the East are the humans, where I live. Similar to the Orcs, we named our kingdom after its first ruler and god, the Rividen Kingdom.
And the fifth and final kingdom is located in the middle of all four; it's called Libertas.
Below all of that, reaching the size of all these kingdoms combined is the Duskwild Expanse, land untouched by crown, where beasts answer to no law but their own.
We often have beast tides coming from the Duskwild Expanse. It's all unclaimed territory, lived in by strong beasts, with no intelligent species living there.
But back to Liberta for a second, because I know Alaric is gonna test me on this soon.
That asshole is always testing me on things I forget.
Liberta.
it's named after the God of freedom, Libertas.
It's run by the magus association and the merchant association in tandem, and it's also where the best magus academies reside.
Every kingdom has its magus academies. Although they are quite popular with their citizens, they don't compare to Libertas, where two pinnacle academies run uncontested.
Ashborn Academy and Nagravar Academy.
And I will be attending one of them.
Anyways, this isn't important right now. I got distracted.
The point of today's lesson is, what happens when you have a lot of land and greedy kingdoms living in every corner of it?
The answer is that funny word I said earlier, never-ending war.
And the fucking lame part is that the wars don't even start for something cool, they usually start from something ridiculous.
One story I found particularly ridiculous was an earlier war between humans and dwarves.
Want to guess how this war started?
A prince from the human kingdom called a princess from the dwarven kingdom a short-statured whore. How did the princess react?
The next morning, she fucking bombarded the human gates with magic spells that fucking loony. The war went on for three years, and tens of thousands died.
All over being called a whore.
And stories like this just seem to happen everywhere. It's ridiculous.
But that was in the past. Now, the kingdoms live in peace, except for small scuffles here and there.
So these wars aren't really important anymore, which is the reason I find it so fucking boring.
Anyways, the history lesson ended with Alaric telling another story of war and the history of how it happened and when. Well, it was about to end before he tried to tell another story.
"Ahh! This war reminded me of the war between Orcs and Elves for the fruit of life. I haven't told you about that one, have I?"
But before he could go on another tangent, I cut him off.
"And you don't need to. I'm done for today, It's been three hours, old man."
Alaric sighed and then shooed me away so he could continue his studies on the Mana stone mines.
He was trying to find ways to utilize them for healing magic, although he didn't seem to be making much progress.
It's been three years since he got here, and all he's gotten so far for results is me.
Even after making breakfast and studying for three hours, it's only about lunch.
So I did what any normal teenager would do at lunchtime: I had a snack.
I then practiced my spearmanship and swordsmanship for some time until my hands were covered in blood. These useless ass hands are always breaking on me.
I didn't like it when Alaric healed my hands from training. I like to see my progress on my hands with each new callus that breaks and forms once again. Some people would probably find that pretty weird, but it's fine, it's not like I have any friends my age who can judge me. All my "friends" are thirty-year-old alcoholics who work in the mines.
They're not the greatest at functioning out of the mines, so I haven't had much contact with them for the last year or so.
But they were happy for me when I left, and that's what matters.
Whenever I convince Alaric to let me leave for Liberta, I'll go say goodbye to those guys.
Anyways, it's now the afternoon, and my routine has changed a bit since becoming a magus.
Around this time on my usual schedule, I would work out for a while longer and then go hang out with Alaric for a bit.
We'd finish the night with sparring till I couldn't stand it anymore and then go to bed relatively early.
Excessive healing magic tires you out quite thoroughly, so I sleep for a long time every night, which in turn means I go to bed pretty early.
But now that I'm a mage, that schedule is changing. The new schedule Alaric made for me is simple but effective.
Make breakfast for us in the morning. Followed by a lecture on whatever stupid subject Alaric chooses that day.
A well-needed lunch break follows. I then have some time to practice weapon mastery, split between weapons, with my focus being swordsmanship.
Some hours of meditation towards my first mana circle followed, followed by a run for some cardio.
I will then rest and get my muscles healed and recovered for my daily sparring against Alaric.
Supper will vary between before and after the spars, depending on how lazy Alaric is feeling.
I only have around four months until the enrolment of Ashborn and Nagravar begins.
I'm going to become a whole different monster by then.
End of chapter 4