Part 15 – The Final Day of Training
Sigh
Why won't this end?
Oh * I'm dying.
I was exhausted. I laid my head on the desk and stared at the pile of books I still hadn't finished.
After completing the four foundational pillars of magic and stabilizing mana flow in my body, it was time to move on to the next stage—casting actual spells.
That's why I was reading books about different types of magic, spell formation, and more.
But I didn't understand any of it. And the worst part? Only two days remained until the end of my three-month training.
I had learned how to cast magic with incantations—but not without them. That's why I was so stressed. The deadline was closing In.
If I hadn't been reincarnated and wasn't suffering like this, I'd probably be In heaven by now.
In my past life, I hadn't done anything bad—literally nothing.
But now that I've been reborn, it doesn't matter. I have to try to avoid my second death.
I quickly sat back up and leaned into the chair to keep reading.
Still didn't get it. And kept not getting it.
Honestly, I was just rambling—I didn't even know what I was saying anymore.
I decided to step out of the Church library and get some fresh air.
I was walking through the Church garden, lost in thought, when I saw Ziar meditating.
His eyes were closed, so I tried to sneak past quietly—hoping he wouldn't notice me or ask questions.
Ziar: "Did you understand anything from the books?"
How did he know?!
"Uh… yes, yes—no, I mean no… yes."
Ziar: "What does that even mean?"
"I mean… Master… no, I didn't."
Ziar: "…What can I say? Only two days left, and you're just wandering around. No one expects anything from you—you're just a fool."
Me: "…"
Ziar: "Anyway, keep in mind—you've only got two days left. After that, well… you know."
"Yes, yes, Master. I know. I'll go train now."
…The next day…
Only one day remained.
If Ziar stopped training me, the Church would withdraw its support.
And then I'd be left with nothing—just a gardener again, waiting for death.
Henry, his lover, and his girlfriend would sacrifice me and I'd be killed.
I pushed those thoughts away and decided to stop theorizing and start practicing.
I went back to the Church garden, stood in front of a tree, closed my eyes, and aimed my hand at it.
I recited a spell.
Opened my eyes.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
• Why isn't it working?
Why can't this cursed life just end?
What was wrong with my past life?
No one expected anything from me—except my parents.
But if I don't try, I'll definitely die.
I tried several times. Still nothing.
What should I do?
I was completely defeated. I gave up.
I sat on the ground, crushed by my failure to perform magic—and by life Itself.
Hoo hoo choo choo
Hoo hoo choo choo
I looked up and saw two boys playing.
It looked like a train game—the second boy was holding onto the first boy's shirt, and the first was making train sounds.
I envied their dreams, their lives, their simple worries.
Even though I was a kid too, my life hadn't been joyful.
Train… that reminded me of train tracks—how they connect and form a path, all working together.
That's it!
My problem is that I read the words separately, disconnected. That's why no magic happens.
If I can mentally link the words—like train tracks—they'll connect to mana and my veins.
Maybe this method will work.
I quickly decided to test my idea.
I entered a meditative state and began mentally reciting the spell—without speaking it.
My body felt strange, like a current was flowing through it.
I linked the words like train tracks—
"Ow! My head… my head hurts…"
And then I blacked out.
…
When I opened my eyes, Sister Eva and Grandfather were hovering over me, worried.
Sister Eva: "Father! Tom's awake! Tom's awake!"
Then I saw Father rushing toward me.
Sister Eva: "You've been unconscious for two full days."
What? Two days?! No way…
Grandfather: "Yes. After you screamed, we came to you and found you completely unconscious."
Ziar: "Anyway, your time is up. You've even gone one day past the deadline.
As you know—and as you promised—if you could complete a year's worth of training in three months, I'd begin your three-year training.
But if you failed, I'd return to the Second Wall and report to the High Bishop to continue my other missions."
"Well, you failed. And based on your promise—and mine—I'm leaving now.
May the Goddess of Truth protect and guide you."
And he left.
"Master Ziar! Master Ziar!"
Father ran after him.
Sister Eva and Grandfather left too, giving me space to be alone.
Damn this cursed life. I can't succeed at anything.
I'm just waiting for death.
I punched the wall to release my anger.
The wall cracked—my punch created a huge hole.
What…?
Could it be…?
No, no—I have to try one more time.
I decided to cast wind magic.
Without closing my eyes, I visualized it—
Boom!
The wall in front of me was completely destroyed.
Sister Patolina and Grandfather came in and saw the wall In front of me—and the one beside me—completely collapsed.
No door, no window.
Just me, lying on the bed.
All three of us stared at each other in shock.
Then I snapped out of It.
"Zi—Ziar! Ziar!"
I tried to get up quickly, but my foot got caught in the blanket and I fell.
Sister Patolina rushed over and helped me up.
"I have to see Ziar. I have to tell him—I learned to cast magic without speaking the spell!"
Sister Patolina: "Oh… how's that possible? Master Ziar must've already left the Church."
"That's fine. I'll find him—no matter what."
Grandfather: "You sit. I'll go bring Master Ziar."
What happened? Where did he go?
"Sister, help me get outside."
Sister Patolina helped me up, and we went outside together.
And to my surprise—I saw Grandfather and Ziar walking toward us.
How?!
How did that old man find Ziar so fast?
Ziar: "What did you want to say, Tom?"
"Well… I managed to cast magic without reciting the spell. Just by visualizing It in my mind."
Ziar: "I don't believe it. You'll have to show me."
"Okay, Sister Patolina—you don't need to hold me anymore. I'm going to cast magic now."
Sister Patolina let go—and I fell. But I quickly got up.
I focused on the tree in front of me—
Boom! The tree was obliterated.
In the midst of my joy, I felt a wave of dread behind me.
It was definitely Grandfather—staring at me in shock and anger over the destroyed tree.
Even though I was happy to cast magic in front of Ziar, I was also sad and scared—because I could feel Grandfather's furious gaze behind me.
Then Sister Patolina and Father hugged me and congratulated me for successfully casting magic without a spell—and completing my three-month training.
Ziar: "Alright. You've learned to cast without incantations.
But that was just the basics.
From now on, your three-year training will be extremely difficult.
You'll learn how to fight, how to strategize against enemies, and how to stay calm during battle to cast magic."
"Keep in mind—this training will prepare you for the Elite Academy.
Not the regular class—Class S.
The class of nobles and the children of the Four Great Houses: Flor, Melodia, Hyper, Grash."
(Note: Henry Flor, the story's hero, is the symbol of nobility from the Flor family—loyal and close to the royal court.)
"With pleasure, Master."
And so, my grueling three-year training began.
End of Part 15
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