Chapter 136
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The next morning, Greyson woke up bright and early. Getting changed, he raced out of his room and headed to the Blacksmith Association branch once again. Renting out a room, he wanted to use their equipment since he did not carry around all the necessary tools. With a save of his hand, all the materials he bought yesterday appeared neatly on the floor. However, before glancing out those things, he spent all a few hours just analyzing the new engraving symbol. No matter if it was common or not, as his first tier four symbol, Greyson knew better than to overestimate himself. Just because he had money did not mean he wanted to waste it on buying more materials. Plus, everything he bought were the best of the best for the kind of sword that he was imagining for himself. After multiple practice runs on some spare pieces of scrap metal, Greyson was confident he would complete the symbol in one go. Resting his eyes, he sat down quietly and meditated. If his spirits were too high, he could end up rushing and messing up the process. Taking his time and calmly finishing everything would provide the highest chance of success.
Evenly breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth, Greyson could feel his mentality becoming serene. Slowly opening his eyes, he looked down at the materials in front of him. Most of them were inconsequential, but two were of highest importance. The first was the main metal Tundra Crystal aptly named after its origin, the Moon Tundra located deep within the Elf Empire. Completely clear and extremely durable, the crystal had high resistance towards anything cold. The second material was actually the fruit of a plant, called Frost Bite. The name was a running joke after learning how its deadliness was discovered. Once the fruit is bitten into, the juice would enter the eater's body and freeze it. If the person was weak, then the end result was almost certainly death. Although slightly morbid and in bad taste, Greyson did not bother to think about the name since it did not matter to him. HIs sword used both of these materials as the base to create a sword suitable for a tier four ice engraving. One part of being a blacksmith was using judgment to choose the materials that would go along best with the symbol. For example, if he were to use materials with a fire element background, then the sword would most likely break apart the minute the engraving is completed. Greyson had put a lot of thought choosing the materials earlier and was extremely excited to the see the end result.
The process went rather smoothly in the beginning and eventually the sword shape became evident. Admiring the blade, Greyson picked up the Frost Bite fruit and squeezed out the juice while protecting his hand with water magic. Temperature in the room dropped dramatically and his breath became evident with every breath. Luckily, his body was resistant to the cold due to his dragon bloodline and he did not have to worry about making a mistake due to shivering. Soaking in the juice, the blade went from a normal clear crystal color to an icy blue. Seizing this moment, Greyson furrowed his brow in concentration. Focusing his mana on his fingertip, he began the engraving process. Each line and curve was nervewracking and he was careful to keep his hand completely still. Drips of sweat beaded down and actually froze as they dropped off his face. Frost covered his hair and eyebrows. If someone were to watch this moment, they would worry that Greyson would freeze to death. Not bothered in the slightest, Greyson's focus was on completing the symbol. More complex than any tier three symbol, it was taking longer to complete and his mental energy was draining quickly. Seconds felt like minutes and minutes started to feel like hours. Finally, the last line was connected and the engraving began to glow. Understanding this mean that he was finished, Greyson finally released the breath he had been holding. Gulping in air, he slumped onto the ground in exhaustion and just sat quietly recovering his energy. Marveling at the finished product, Greyson watched as the engraving came to life and white ice-like lines covered the blade. The blade was clear with a faint blue hue and a completely white hilt. It was thin to the point it looked like it would snap like glass while the edge was sharp to the point just lightly touching would cause a cut.
Reaching out his hand, Greyson gripped onto the sword handle. Cold to the touch, grabbing the sword hilt felt akin to grabbing onto an icicle. Grinning stupidly, Greyson could not hide his happiness with the end product. As easy as breathing, he smoothly slashed the sword down and a cold wind blasted out causing snow to fall. Normal humans could potentially freeze to death under the circumstances of the room. Satisfied, Greyson softly ran his hand across the flat of the blade. There was an innate spiritual connection just like with his other tools. Though, he would still have to go through the proper procedure to bond with the new sword so he could summon it out with just a thought like Genesis.
"Hmm... should I give you a name as well?" Speaking to himself, Greyson ran through multiple names in his head trying to pick out one that fit. "How about Arctos? I like it!"
Nodding to himself clearly pleased, Greyson put the sword away. When he walked out of the association, he realized it was already dark. Surprised by how quickly the time went by, Greyson made his way back to Sweetbow's manor. Once he was through the door, he was ambushed by his teacher.
"Where have you been!?" He interrogated.
"I was making a new magic tool that would match my level more."
"Why did you not come back sooner? I was worried that I wouldn't be able to tell you the news."
"What news?"
"The tournament with the other outer countries is still around half a year away. However, the Moon Empire is gathering people to choose who will represent the Snow Country. We are fairly far away from the imperial capital, so the group of representatives from the Idris Kingdom are leaving early tomorrow morning in order to get there on time."
"Tomorrow morning?! I have to leave already? I only just got back..." Greyson was excited to go for new challenges, but he had hoped to spend more time back with his teacher and other friends back at the Academy. He had asked Ronan about Leo and Natalia, but he heard that they were either out adventuring or confined indoors to harsh training in order to break through to the magister level. If time permitted, he was also thinking about flying back to the church to visit Sister Lily and the other children. It had already been such a long time since he last saw them.
"Why? You going to miss me too much?" Sweetbow teased after noticing his student looking a bit down from the news.
"I will miss you." Greyson answered honestly.
"Oh... Well... Don't get so mushy on me, it's making me uncomfortable." Flabbergasted by such a straighforward response, Sweetbow was not sure how to respond. "Anyways, you have no reason to. We will be leaving together. I am one of the chosen who will escort you young'uns. We can't have you running off to the Moon Empire on your own. There will be a great magister who will come along as well."
"Ah, so you are coming as well?" Suddenly, Greyson did not feel that sentimental anymore.
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"Well, I wasn't going to miss you that much..." Awkwardly looking in a different direction, Greyson muttered his response under his breath.
"What did you say?!"
"Anyways, a great magister you say? Doesn't that mean the emperor would be coming with us? Is it okay for him to just conveniently leave the kingdom unattended?" Purposefully changing the topic, Greyson mentioned a different thing he was curious about.
"The emperor? Why do you assume that it is him?"
"Everyone says that he is the only great magister in the Idris Kingdom."
"Haha! And you believe them? If every kingdom so easily allowed their limits in power to be exposed, they would be destroyed easily. It's the hidden power that keeps the peace. No one really knows where the bottom line is. There is definitely more than one great magister."
"Is the great magister higher than stage one?"
"That I don't know. There's tons of secrets kept from me. I might be higher up in power, but in the end I am an elf who was forced to stay at the Academy through a bet. No one really trusts my loyalty. Actually, I wouldn't trust myself, either. I'm not that attached to this human kingdom." Sweetbow showed a type of apathy that made Greyson a little bit sad. As a traditionally raised elf for most of his early life, Sweetbow was not an exception to the arrogance found in elves. Albeit toned down, there was still a part of him that did not get along with humans; Looked down on them, even. In Greyson's mind, his teacher was someone who taught him many things, guided him through learning the elements, and sincerely cared for him. But he knew that this affection was rather limited to just him. Everyone else does not really mean anything to his teacher. Childhood tended to have lasting effects, and Greyson was raised as a human. Even now, it was hard to think of himself as this hybrid magic beast, elf, and human. Even now, he thought of himself within human boundaries and traits.
"Alright enough of this, just be ready to leave early tomorrow." Sensing the awkward tension in the air, Sweetbow stopped the conversation and walked away. Greyson nodded his head obediently and went back to his room. Honestly, there was not much to prepare. It was not like he ever unpacked. He had barely been here two days and everything stayed inside the spacial storage necklace or in Al because transferring everything from one to the other would take too long. Thankfully, the little guy would sleep for years if he wanted so Greyson just kept Al in his pocket most of the time. In the room, he looked at Gold, Theo, and Lucius and decided against waking them up. He would let them know about it tomorrow by just waking them up.
...
The minute the sunlight broke through the windows, Greyson opened his eyes. Part anxious and part excited, he quickly got dressed. In a clean white robe with blue thread designs, he decided to stick with his original white hair and blue eyes. His white hair was still short but his bangs already curled into his eyes and face. It looked silky and soft in the light and contrasted greatly from his sharp sapphire blue eyes. Looking at the three animals still sleeping deeply, Greyson snickered to himself and yanked the blanket out from underneath them. All of them tumbled onto the ground yelping in indignation.
"What... What is it?!" Lucius looked around in surprise trying to get up quickly but his eyes were still half-closed.
"Let's go, we are leaving to the Moon Empire."
"Already?" Lucius yawned.
"Yeah, let's head out."
Lucius did not put in anymore effort into waking up and just jumped up onto Greyson's shoulder to continue sleeping. Gold joined the cat and hopped onto the other shoulder to laze around. Theo scurried up through Greyson's clothes and climbed onto his head. Helpless against them, Greyson just decided to not pay attention to how it would make him look.
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The next morning, Greyson woke up bright and early. Getting changed, he raced out of his room and headed to the Blacksmith Association branch once again. Renting out a room, he wanted to use their equipment since he did not carry around all the necessary tools. With a save of his hand, all the materials he bought yesterday appeared neatly on the floor. However, before glancing out those things, he spent all a few hours just analyzing the new engraving symbol. No matter if it was common or not, as his first tier four symbol, Greyson knew better than to overestimate himself. Just because he had money did not mean he wanted to waste it on buying more materials. Plus, everything he bought were the best of the best for the kind of sword that he was imagining for himself. After multiple practice runs on some spare pieces of scrap metal, Greyson was confident he would complete the symbol in one go. Resting his eyes, he sat down quietly and meditated. If his spirits were too high, he could end up rushing and messing up the process. Taking his time and calmly finishing everything would provide the highest chance of success.
Evenly breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth, Greyson could feel his mentality becoming serene. Slowly opening his eyes, he looked down at the materials in front of him. Most of them were inconsequential, but two were of highest importance. The first was the main metal Tundra Crystal aptly named after its origin, the Moon Tundra located deep within the Elf Empire. Completely clear and extremely durable, the crystal had high resistance towards anything cold. The second material was actually the fruit of a plant, called Frost Bite. The name was a running joke after learning how its deadliness was discovered. Once the fruit is bitten into, the juice would enter the eater's body and freeze it. If the person was weak, then the end result was almost certainly death. Although slightly morbid and in bad taste, Greyson did not bother to think about the name since it did not matter to him. HIs sword used both of these materials as the base to create a sword suitable for a tier four ice engraving. One part of being a blacksmith was using judgment to choose the materials that would go along best with the symbol. For example, if he were to use materials with a fire element background, then the sword would most likely break apart the minute the engraving is completed. Greyson had put a lot of thought choosing the materials earlier and was extremely excited to the see the end result.
The process went rather smoothly in the beginning and eventually the sword shape became evident. Admiring the blade, Greyson picked up the Frost Bite fruit and squeezed out the juice while protecting his hand with water magic. Temperature in the room dropped dramatically and his breath became evident with every breath. Luckily, his body was resistant to the cold due to his dragon bloodline and he did not have to worry about making a mistake due to shivering. Soaking in the juice, the blade went from a normal clear crystal color to an icy blue. Seizing this moment, Greyson furrowed his brow in concentration. Focusing his mana on his fingertip, he began the engraving process. Each line and curve was nervewracking and he was careful to keep his hand completely still. Drips of sweat beaded down and actually froze as they dropped off his face. Frost covered his hair and eyebrows. If someone were to watch this moment, they would worry that Greyson would freeze to death. Not bothered in the slightest, Greyson's focus was on completing the symbol. More complex than any tier three symbol, it was taking longer to complete and his mental energy was draining quickly. Seconds felt like minutes and minutes started to feel like hours. Finally, the last line was connected and the engraving began to glow. Understanding this mean that he was finished, Greyson finally released the breath he had been holding. Gulping in air, he slumped onto the ground in exhaustion and just sat quietly recovering his energy. Marveling at the finished product, Greyson watched as the engraving came to life and white ice-like lines covered the blade. The blade was clear with a faint blue hue and a completely white hilt. It was thin to the point it looked like it would snap like glass while the edge was sharp to the point just lightly touching would cause a cut.
Reaching out his hand, Greyson gripped onto the sword handle. Cold to the touch, grabbing the sword hilt felt akin to grabbing onto an icicle. Grinning stupidly, Greyson could not hide his happiness with the end product. As easy as breathing, he smoothly slashed the sword down and a cold wind blasted out causing snow to fall. Normal humans could potentially freeze to death under the circumstances of the room. Satisfied, Greyson softly ran his hand across the flat of the blade. There was an innate spiritual connection just like with his other tools. Though, he would still have to go through the proper procedure to bond with the new sword so he could summon it out with just a thought like Genesis.
"Hmm... should I give you a name as well?" Speaking to himself, Greyson ran through multiple names in his head trying to pick out one that fit. "How about Arctos? I like it!"
Nodding to himself clearly pleased, Greyson put the sword away. When he walked out of the association, he realized it was already dark. Surprised by how quickly the time went by, Greyson made his way back to Sweetbow's manor. Once he was through the door, he was ambushed by his teacher.
"Where have you been!?" He interrogated.
"I was making a new magic tool that would match my level more."
"Why did you not come back sooner? I was worried that I wouldn't be able to tell you the news."
"What news?"
"The tournament with the other outer countries is still around half a year away. However, the Moon Empire is gathering people to choose who will represent the Snow Country. We are fairly far away from the imperial capital, so the group of representatives from the Idris Kingdom are leaving early tomorrow morning in order to get there on time."
"Tomorrow morning?! I have to leave already? I only just got back..." Greyson was excited to go for new challenges, but he had hoped to spend more time back with his teacher and other friends back at the Academy. He had asked Ronan about Leo and Natalia, but he heard that they were either out adventuring or confined indoors to harsh training in order to break through to the magister level. If time permitted, he was also thinking about flying back to the church to visit Sister Lily and the other children. It had already been such a long time since he last saw them.
"Why? You going to miss me too much?" Sweetbow teased after noticing his student looking a bit down from the news.
"I will miss you." Greyson answered honestly.
"Oh... Well... Don't get so mushy on me, it's making me uncomfortable." Flabbergasted by such a straighforward response, Sweetbow was not sure how to respond. "Anyways, you have no reason to. We will be leaving together. I am one of the chosen who will escort you young'uns. We can't have you running off to the Moon Empire on your own. There will be a great magister who will come along as well."
"Ah, so you are coming as well?" Suddenly, Greyson did not feel that sentimental anymore.
"Why do you sound so disappointed?"Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting.
"Well, I wasn't going to miss you that much..." Awkwardly looking in a different direction, Greyson muttered his response under his breath.
"What did you say?!"
"Anyways, a great magister you say? Doesn't that mean the emperor would be coming with us? Is it okay for him to just conveniently leave the kingdom unattended?" Purposefully changing the topic, Greyson mentioned a different thing he was curious about.
"The emperor? Why do you assume that it is him?"
"Everyone says that he is the only great magister in the Idris Kingdom."
"Haha! And you believe them? If every kingdom so easily allowed their limits in power to be exposed, they would be destroyed easily. It's the hidden power that keeps the peace. No one really knows where the bottom line is. There is definitely more than one great magister."
"Is the great magister higher than stage one?"
"That I don't know. There's tons of secrets kept from me. I might be higher up in power, but in the end I am an elf who was forced to stay at the Academy through a bet. No one really trusts my loyalty. Actually, I wouldn't trust myself, either. I'm not that attached to this human kingdom." Sweetbow showed a type of apathy that made Greyson a little bit sad. As a traditionally raised elf for most of his early life, Sweetbow was not an exception to the arrogance found in elves. Albeit toned down, there was still a part of him that did not get along with humans; Looked down on them, even. In Greyson's mind, his teacher was someone who taught him many things, guided him through learning the elements, and sincerely cared for him. But he knew that this affection was rather limited to just him. Everyone else does not really mean anything to his teacher. Childhood tended to have lasting effects, and Greyson was raised as a human. Even now, it was hard to think of himself as this hybrid magic beast, elf, and human. Even now, he thought of himself within human boundaries and traits.
"Alright enough of this, just be ready to leave early tomorrow." Sensing the awkward tension in the air, Sweetbow stopped the conversation and walked away. Greyson nodded his head obediently and went back to his room. Honestly, there was not much to prepare. It was not like he ever unpacked. He had barely been here two days and everything stayed inside the spacial storage necklace or in Al because transferring everything from one to the other would take too long. Thankfully, the little guy would sleep for years if he wanted so Greyson just kept Al in his pocket most of the time. In the room, he looked at Gold, Theo, and Lucius and decided against waking them up. He would let them know about it tomorrow by just waking them up.
...
The minute the sunlight broke through the windows, Greyson opened his eyes. Part anxious and part excited, he quickly got dressed. In a clean white robe with blue thread designs, he decided to stick with his original white hair and blue eyes. His white hair was still short but his bangs already curled into his eyes and face. It looked silky and soft in the light and contrasted greatly from his sharp sapphire blue eyes. Looking at the three animals still sleeping deeply, Greyson snickered to himself and yanked the blanket out from underneath them. All of them tumbled onto the ground yelping in indignation.
"What... What is it?!" Lucius looked around in surprise trying to get up quickly but his eyes were still half-closed.
"Let's go, we are leaving to the Moon Empire."
"Already?" Lucius yawned.
"Yeah, let's head out."
Lucius did not put in anymore effort into waking up and just jumped up onto Greyson's shoulder to continue sleeping. Gold joined the cat and hopped onto the other shoulder to laze around. Theo scurried up through Greyson's clothes and climbed onto his head. Helpless against them, Greyson just decided to not pay attention to how it would make him look.
The next morning, Greyson woke up bright and early. Getting changed, he raced out of his room and headed to the Blacksmith Association branch once again. Renting out a room, he wanted to use their equipment since he did not carry around all the necessary tools. With a save of his hand, all the materials he bought yesterday appeared neatly on the floor. However, before glancing out those things, he spent all a few hours just analyzing the new engraving symbol. No matter if it was common or not, as his first tier four symbol, Greyson knew better than to overestimate himself. Just because he had money did not mean he wanted to waste it on buying more materials. Plus, everything he bought were the best of the best for the kind of sword that he was imagining for himself. After multiple practice runs on some spare pieces of scrap metal, Greyson was confident he would complete the symbol in one go. Resting his eyes, he sat down quietly and meditated. If his spirits were too high, he could end up rushing and messing up the process. Taking his time and calmly finishing everything would provide the highest chance of success.Evenly breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth, Greyson could feel his mentality becoming serene. Slowly opening his eyes, he looked down at the materials in front of him. Most of them were inconsequential, but two were of highest importance. The first was the main metal Tundra Crystal aptly named after its origin, the Moon Tundra located deep within the Elf Empire. Completely clear and extremely durable, the crystal had high resistance towards anything cold. The second material was actually the fruit of a plant, called Frost Bite. The name was a running joke after learning how its deadliness was discovered. Once the fruit is bitten into, the juice would enter the eater's body and freeze it. If the person was weak, then the end result was almost certainly death. Although slightly morbid and in bad taste, Greyson did not bother to think about the name since it did not matter to him. HIs sword used both of these materials as the base to create a sword suitable for a tier four ice engraving. One part of being a blacksmith was using judgment to choose the materials that would go along best with the symbol. For example, if he were to use materials with a fire element background, then the sword would most likely break apart the minute the engraving is completed. Greyson had put a lot of thought choosing the materials earlier and was extremely excited to the see the end result.The process went rather smoothly in the beginning and eventually the sword shape became evident. Admiring the blade, Greyson picked up the Frost Bite fruit and squeezed out the juice while protecting his hand with water magic. Temperature in the room dropped dramatically and his breath became evident with every breath. Luckily, his body was resistant to the cold due to his dragon bloodline and he did not have to worry about making a mistake due to shivering. Soaking in the juice, the blade went from a normal clear crystal color to an icy blue. Seizing this moment, Greyson furrowed his brow in concentration. Focusing his mana on his fingertip, he began the engraving process. Each line and curve was nervewracking and he was careful to keep his hand completely still. Drips of sweat beaded down and actually froze as they dropped off his face. Frost covered his hair and eyebrows. If someone were to watch this moment, they would worry that Greyson would freeze to death. Not bothered in the slightest, Greyson's focus was on completing the symbol. More complex than any tier three symbol, it was taking longer to complete and his mental energy was draining quickly. Seconds felt like minutes and minutes started to feel like hours. Finally, the last line was connected and the engraving began to glow. Understanding this mean that he was finished, Greyson finally released the breath he had been holding. Gulping in air, he slumped onto the ground in exhaustion and just sat quietly recovering his energy. Marveling at the finished product, Greyson watched as the engraving came to life and white ice-like lines covered the blade. The blade was clear with a faint blue hue and a completely white hilt. It was thin to the point it looked like it would snap like glass while the edge was sharp to the point just lightly touching would cause a cut.Reaching out his hand, Greyson gripped onto the sword handle. Cold to the touch, grabbing the sword hilt felt akin to grabbing onto an icicle. Grinning stupidly, Greyson could not hide his happiness with the end product. As easy as breathing, he smoothly slashed the sword down and a cold wind blasted out causing snow to fall. Normal humans could potentially freeze to death under the circumstances of the room. Satisfied, Greyson softly ran his hand across the flat of the blade. There was an innate spiritual connection just like with his other tools. Though, he would still have to go through the proper procedure to bond with the new sword so he could summon it out with just a thought like Genesis."Hmm... should I give you a name as well?" Speaking to himself, Greyson ran through multiple names in his head trying to pick out one that fit. "How about Arctos? I like it!"Nodding to himself clearly pleased, Greyson put the sword away. When he walked out of the association, he realized it was already dark. Surprised by how quickly the time went by, Greyson made his way back to Sweetbow's manor. Once he was through the door, he was ambushed by his teacher."Where have you been!?" He interrogated."I was making a new magic tool that would match my level more.""Why did you not come back sooner? I was worried that I wouldn't be able to tell you the news.""What news?""The tournament with the other outer countries is still around half a year away. However, the Moon Empire is gathering people to choose who will represent the Snow Country. We are fairly far away from the imperial capital, so the group of representatives from the Idris Kingdom are leaving early tomorrow morning in order to get there on time.""Tomorrow morning?! I have to leave already? I only just got back..." Greyson was excited to go for new challenges, but he had hoped to spend more time back with his teacher and other friends back at the Academy. He had asked Ronan about Leo and Natalia, but he heard that they were either out adventuring or confined indoors to harsh training in order to break through to the magister level. If time permitted, he was also thinking about flying back to the church to visit Sister Lily and the other children. It had already been such a long time since he last saw them."Why? You going to miss me too much?" Sweetbow teased after noticing his student looking a bit down from the news."I will miss you." Greyson answered honestly."Oh... Well... Don't get so mushy on me, it's making me uncomfortable." Flabbergasted by such a straighforward response, Sweetbow was not sure how to respond. "Anyways, you have no reason to. We will be leaving together. I am one of the chosen who will escort you young'uns. We can't have you running off to the Moon Empire on your own. There will be a great magister who will come along as well.""Ah, so you are coming as well?" Suddenly, Greyson did not feel that sentimental anymore."Why do you sound so disappointed?"Find authorized novels in Webnovelfaster updates, better experiencePlease click www.webnovel.com for visiting."Well, I wasn't going to miss you that much..." Awkwardly looking in a different direction, Greyson muttered his response under his breath."What did you say?!""Anyways, a great magister you say? Doesn't that mean the emperor would be coming with us? Is it okay for him to just conveniently leave the kingdom unattended?" Purposefully changing the topic, Greyson mentioned a different thing he was curious about."The emperor? Why do you assume that it is him?""Everyone says that he is the only great magister in the Idris Kingdom.""Haha! And you believe them? If every kingdom so easily allowed their limits in power to be exposed, they would be destroyed easily. It's the hidden power that keeps the peace. No one really knows where the bottom line is. There is definitely more than one great magister.""Is the great magister higher than stage one?""That I don't know. There's tons of secrets kept from me. I might be higher up in power, but in the end I am an elf who was forced to stay at the Academy through a bet. No one really trusts my loyalty. Actually, I wouldn't trust myself, either. I'm not that attached to this human kingdom." Sweetbow showed a type of apathy that made Greyson a little bit sad. As a traditionally raised elf for most of his early life, Sweetbow was not an exception to the arrogance found in elves. Albeit toned down, there was still a part of him that did not get along with humans; Looked down on them, even. In Greyson's mind, his teacher was someone who taught him many things, guided him through learning the elements, and sincerely cared for him. But he knew that this affection was rather limited to just him. Everyone else does not really mean anything to his teacher. Childhood tended to have lasting effects, and Greyson was raised as a human. Even now, it was hard to think of himself as this hybrid magic beast, elf, and human. Even now, he thought of himself within human boundaries and traits."Alright enough of this, just be ready to leave early tomorrow." Sensing the awkward tension in the air, Sweetbow stopped the conversation and walked away. Greyson nodded his head obediently and went back to his room. Honestly, there was not much to prepare. It was not like he ever unpacked. He had barely been here two days and everything stayed inside the spacial storage necklace or in Al because transferring everything from one to the other would take too long. Thankfully, the little guy would sleep for years if he wanted so Greyson just kept Al in his pocket most of the time. In the room, he looked at Gold, Theo, and Lucius and decided against waking them up. He would let them know about it tomorrow by just waking them up....The minute the sunlight broke through the windows, Greyson opened his eyes. Part anxious and part excited, he quickly got dressed. In a clean white robe with blue thread designs, he decided to stick with his original white hair and blue eyes. His white hair was still short but his bangs already curled into his eyes and face. It looked silky and soft in the light and contrasted greatly from his sharp sapphire blue eyes. Looking at the three animals still sleeping deeply, Greyson snickered to himself and yanked the blanket out from underneath them. All of them tumbled onto the ground yelping in indignation."What... What is it?!" Lucius looked around in surprise trying to get up quickly but his eyes were still half-closed."Let's go, we are leaving to the Moon Empire.""Already?" Lucius yawned."Yeah, let's head out."Lucius did not put in anymore effort into waking up and just jumped up onto Greyson's shoulder to continue sleeping. Gold joined the cat and hopped onto the other shoulder to laze around. Theo scurried up through Greyson's clothes and climbed onto his head. Helpless against them, Greyson just decided to not pay attention to how it would make him look.
