Chapter 1341 Mordred’s Lesson [Pt 2]

Chapter 1341 Mordred’s Lesson [Pt 2]

Neron was caught in a dilemma.

He didn't know how to properly answer the question that his father/master posed.

'Have I really used a Spell before?'

If he meant Magic, then yes. Neron had tried using Magic when he was much younger, and he found it to be quite easy.

Of course, he had only tried basic things like conjuring flames or creating small wind torrents.

... Nothing too crazy.

'But a Spell like [Fireball]? No way...'

[Fireball] was so specific... too precise—something that his previous experience with Magic lacked.

Compared to his vague attempts of the past, this felt way more authentic and natural.

The Mana wasn't erratic, and it wasn't in a constant state of flux.

It was difficult to explain, but Neron knew it was different.

"Come on, answer me! You've performed a Spell before, right?"

"Sorta..."

Neron felt like that was the best answer he could possibly give.

"Sorta? What does that even mean?!"

As a child, Neron couldn't possibly understand the frustration that Mordred was experiencing.

For a Mage, precision was everything!

They had to be very precise in their use of Mana and Spells. Every word they uttered had to be specific, while also being concise.

Operating in such an adept manner, it was naturally expected for Mages to communicate in the most explicit way possible—conveying the most information in the shortest length of time.

Yet... YET...!!!

'Why isn't he saying any more?' Mordred wondered internally.

He was too inexperienced to understand the rigors of fatherhood that awaited him.

As the new dad of a five-year-old child, his journey was also only just beginning.

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It took a few more hours for the two of them to arrive at an understanding, though it felt like an eternity.

Mordred finally understood more about Neron's backstory and his experiences with Magic, while Neron was able to understand what Mordred expected of him in terms of communication—among other things—in the future.

Once it was all over, the two of them were plenty exhausted.

So why...?

"I've been working my butt off for so many years, Neron. A man needs his rest!"

To Neron, that loosely translated to one thing.

"So you want to slack off?"

"Precisely! I guess that's one way of putting it..." Mordred winked at Neron.

The boy appeared a little downcast by the answer he received, but Mordred's adult hands soon landed on his head and roughed his dark hair a little.

"H-hey!" Neron tried to struggle, but it was useless.

"Haha! Looks like my dear son wants to hang out with his old man that much."

"W-well, yeah. You're the only family I have left..."

Neron's trembling tone made it appear like he was going to cry.

However, he didn't.

In response to this sudden outburst, Mordred went to his knees and made sure he was as close to Neron's height as he possible could.

"Hey... don't sweat it, kid. You should consider everyone in this Household as a part of your family."

Mordred rubbed Neron's head a little more and chuckled a little.

"My adorable little boy..." There was a certain hint of fondness mixed with sadness in his tone.

"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere..."

His smile widened more.

"You know that... right?"

Neron nodded slowly at the words of his father.

"Good. Now why don't we end this class today, and tomorrow we'll pick up from where we left off?"

"Okay!"

Neron seemed to be in a much better mood now, and that made all the difference to Mordred.

"Okay." Mordred responded with a toothy grin.

All the words that needed to be said had been uttered.

Nothing more... nothing less.

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