Nascent Soul Rebirth: Starting as a Wizard

Over the past two months, Solo has been focusing on his basic training and martial arts practice.

He actively sought advice from Instructor Patton and quickly won the appreciation of this serious instructor.

Through Barton's introduction, he naturally began to come into contact with other knights.

While other Fran and Franl, coveting the warmth of Wolf City Fortress, took the opportunity to escape arduous training and dangerous missions.

Solo volunteered to participate in numerous perimeter patrols, escorting small caravans, and protecting villagers during grain and fodder transport.

The hardships of living outdoors and brushing shoulders with real danger quickly shed his spoiled "aristocratic young master" air.

This also allowed him to share a common language and mutual respect when he met those formal knights who also lived on the edge of death.

For Solo, establishing good relations with the knightly order was of paramount importance.

This is not only to acquire information and resources, but also to provide a perfect and reasonable cover for his future "breakthrough" into a formal knight.

Half a month ago, Instructor Barton had brought up the "breathing technique" with Solo.

They believed his physical condition was sufficient to begin the initial preparations.

Instructor Barton even publicly praised Solo's knightly talent.

In addition, he spared no expense in consuming the flesh and blood of monsters to replenish his energy, so it might only take a year.

Then you can gather the "Seed of Life" and step into the ranks of a formal knight!

These words caused a minor stir at the Viscount's residence and were one of the reasons why Lady Elina later summoned him.

As El listened to Solo's calm narration, an undisguised envy appeared in his eyes.

So this is how the road can be walked; those high-ranking knights are not so unattainable after all.

He hesitated for a moment, his voice lowered, tinged with confusion and a barely perceptible hint of expectation:

"You just said... I'm your 'fan'?"

"What, you don't want to?" Solo raised his eyes, his gaze locking onto El once again.

There was no coercion in his gaze, but there was an unavoidable penetrating power, as if he were scrutinizing his resolve.

Under that gaze, El answered almost without hesitation, "Yes! I do!"

After he finished speaking, he realized how hasty his answer had been, and his face flushed again.

Solo smiled, seemingly quite satisfied with the answer. He used a clean fork to pick up a piece of exceptionally tender roasted meat.

The hind leg meat, the most prized part of the demonized fanged boar, was placed on the plate in front of El.

"Then eat. The first step to becoming stronger is to have enough 'fuel'."

El looked at the tempting piece of meat, then at Solo, and finally couldn't help but ask the last question, the one he couldn't understand the most:

"But...why me? Young Master Solo, there are many other Franz in the Viscount's manor..."

If you simply demonstrate these conditions and willingness, many people will be willing to follow you.

Just like you said, I... I'm nothing special.

Solo picked up the wooden cup, took a sip of water, and upon hearing this, glanced at El.

The faint winter light filtering through the window gleamed with an elusive glint in his dark eyes.

A slight smile played on his lips, his tone carrying a relaxed yet meaningful teasing tone:

"Because you said, 'You want to become stronger.'"

After saying that, he laughed to himself, as if it were a reason that couldn't be simpler.

El paused, seemingly understanding but not quite.

He wanted to become stronger, which was indeed his true desire, but that doesn't seem to explain Solo's choice.

However, seeing that Solo no longer intended to say anything more and began to concentrate on dealing with the last bit of food.

El tactfully refrained from pressing the matter further.

He lowered his head, picked up his knife and fork, and began to cut the precious piece of monster meat, his heart filled with complex emotions:

Confusion, gratitude, a hint of secret joy at being chosen, and uncertainty and anticipation about the future.

He didn't see the fleeting, profound glint in Solo's eyes as he looked down.

The light emanating from him was calm and rational, a stark contrast to his earlier jovial demeanor.

Because your sister is "Phil," one of those three, you naive boy.

……

Phil has recently noticed that his older brother, Al, seems to be acting a little differently.

She couldn't pinpoint exactly what was different.

Not in terms of clothing, but the standard training uniform from Franck was still faded from washing, and there were even signs of wear on the elbows.

It wasn't his appearance; his face still had the angular features typical of a young man and the slight redness left by sun exposure from training.

It is a kind of... vitality and spirit.

The aloofness and sharp edges that used to surround him, keeping strangers at bay, seemed to have softened somewhat.

A genuine, slightly silly excitement would occasionally flash across his brow, and his steps seemed to lighten.

At this moment, Phil was leaning against the windowsill of the warm room.

The heavy velvet curtains were half-drawn, and outside the window was the leaden gray winter sky of Wolfsburg, and in the distance, snow-covered, indistinct mountains.

The firewood in the fireplace was burning brightly, and the leaping flames illuminated the gilded title of the heavy book in her hands, making it appear and disappear intermittently.

"Building Basic Blank Spirit Runes: From Identification to Stability".

She has been practicing meditation for two months.

With her fourth-grade lower-level wizarding aptitude, her progress was neither fast nor slow.

The other two selected with her were progressing even slower than her.

He is still struggling to build his first basic spirit rune, and is often troubled by the unstable rune structure or excessive spirit consumption.

Phil has already successfully built two solid runes and is working towards the third.

This is also the final key rune needed to advance to the next level of apprentice.

The rune structures on the pages are intricate and exquisite, with lines that seem to contain a kind of tranquil rhythm.

Her fingertips gently brushed across the pages, her mind highly focused, trying to simulate the direction of the lines and the points where energy was injected in her mind.

Once she successfully constructs this rune, she will be able to truly step into the lowest threshold of the wizarding world, gaining the qualification to mobilize meager magical power and perform the most basic spells.

"Thump, thump-thump".

A soft, rhythmic knocking interrupted her thoughts.

It was her maid, Isa.

It's time.

"Miss Phil, lunch is ready," came Isabella's gentle and soothing voice from outside the door.

Phil snapped out of his reverie and let out a soft sigh of relief.

The use of mental energy is always accompanied by a slight feeling of fatigue.

She carefully placed a copper bookmark with a vine pattern on the page she had just been reading.

Then she picked up the book, which was incredibly precious to her, and got up to walk to the huge bookshelf that took up almost an entire wall on one side of the room.

This room was not her bedroom, but a special place within Viscount Fran's manor—a private library and study room prepared specifically for future wizard apprentices.

The bookshelf was made of dark walnut wood, and hundreds of books related to wizardry were neatly arranged on the shelves:

"An Overview of Meditation Fundamentals", "An Introduction to the Seven Elements (Abridged Version)", "A Guide to the Jade Academy Preparatory Course", "A Pictorial Guide to Common Enchanted Plants"...

Any one of these books, if it were to circulate outside, would be enough to cause a small-scale struggle, but here, they are simply everyday tools for their studies.