Chapter 1369 Lesson’s Conclusion

Chapter 1369 Lesson’s Conclusion

~BOOOOM!~

~WHUUUSH!~

~FSHIIII!~

Mordred continued his barrage of spells, keeping Neron on his toes.

As they fought deeper into the thicker and denser unnatural woods, Neron found himself at a disadvantage.

The thick trees restricted his movement, forcing him to adjust his tactics.

Mordred, on the other hand, used the forest to his advantage, maneuvering effortlessly between the trees and launching precise attacks.

'Damnit! His experience in fights is beginning to show.'

Neron gritted his teeth as he struggled to keep up, dodging and countering as best he could.

He attempted to trap Mordred in another barrier, but the elder mage anticipated the move and slipped away, using a gust of wind to knock Neron off balance.

Finally, Mordred saw his chance.

He led Neron to a specific area where he had prepared a magical trap. As Neron lunged forward with a spell, Mordred stepped aside, causing the young mage to stumble into the trap. The ground beneath Neron gave way, revealing a magical pit surrounded by thick, pulsating roots.

"Gahhh!"

The roots wrapped around Neron, holding him tight and suppressing his magic.

"Nngh!" He struggled against the trap, but the roots were strong and unyielding.

Mordred stood at the edge of the pit, his expression calm but firm.

He had led Neron into this trap not just to win the duel, but to teach his son a valuable lesson about strategy and awareness.

"Remember, Neron," He said, his voice echoing slightly in the night. "Power is one thing, but knowing how to use it wisely is another. Letting your opponent dictate the pace can lead you into dangerous situations."

He gestured around the pit, emphasizing the trap Neron had fallen into.

'How could I have been so... ahh...' Neron's now blue eyes blazed with frustration, but he did not lash out in anger.

Instead, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and think clearly.

He knew his father was right—he had allowed himself to be drawn into this position.

Mordred watched his son intently, waiting to see how he would respond.

The boy's magical abilities were remarkable, and Mordred wanted to see him use his intelligence and resourcefulness to overcome this challenge.

Neron closed his eyes, feeling the roots constricting around him, but he didn't panic. He took control of his emotions and focused his magic on the roots.

Slowly but surely, he began to manipulate the elements, loosening the roots' grip with small bursts of fire and ice. It was a delicate balance of using just enough power without causing harm to himself.

Mordred created a sudden surge of water that caught Neron off guard, washing him off his feet and into a muddy embankment.

Neron quickly tried to recover, but Mordred seized the opportunity and cast a spell that bound Neron's hands and feet in a web of roots.

The kid struggled against the magical restraints, but they held firm.

"You're out of Mana."

That statement caught Neron off guard, but it was true.

That last spell had drained him of so much Mana, but he thought he would have a bit more time to recover.

Unfortunately for him, Mordred noticed this—or rather, had been waiting for it—so he seized the opportunity to attack.

He now stood over his son, his expression a perfect mix of satisfaction and pride

"You've done well, Neron," he said, his tone gentle. "Way better than I thought you would."

Mordred was not one to mince words or give needless compliments.

This was simply how he felt.

"Thanks..." Neron nodded, absorbing his father's words.

Though he had lost the duel, he had gained invaluable experience and knowledge. Mordred offered his hand to his son, helping him to his feet.

"Come," Mordred said, placing a hand on Neron's shoulder.

"Let's go back. The way you are now, I'm sure you'll get distinctions in the Academy. For now, though... freshening up is top priority."

For a moment, no one said anything to each other.

Then, the two burst out laughing.

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

They continued this until they left the damaged yard and went into the manor.

The workers of the Kaelid Household would have to take care of the mess; as per usual.

As they stepped into their mansion, Neron turned to his father and smiled.

He was beyond grateful for his father's guidance, but more than that... he felt happy and fulfilled.

As they climbed the stairs and went to their respective rooms, recognizing they would see each other pretty soon after freshening up, Neron couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in having fought his father so closely.

Yes, his father held back from using more advanced kinds of Magic, but still...

'This is pretty exciting. Give me a few more years, and I'll challenge you again.'

His black irises gleamed with anticipation as he gave a bright smile.

'Next time... I won't lose!'