30: Instead of dedicating himself to practice from the get go, Lucan had errands to do. The first thing he did after Cynthia left was to head towards the reception, where he booked the room Cynthia had reserved for them for the next six hours, rented the floating targets and bought three mana potions and told the receptionist to deliver it to his rented training chamber. While Lucan himself returned to The Belvedere, walking past a few gossiping nobles who seemed happy to ignore him, before retrieving a cloth bag that was thick enough to conceal the contents within, or at least cast doubt upon it. Mira’s handiwork, undoubtedly. He held the cloth bag in both hands, cupped at that to suggest that he was carrying something delicate, before journeying back to the training hall. He had earned a few curious looks from the Nobles of The Belvedere and a few more from students he passed by on the way to the training hall, but the journey was uneventful to say the least. Only after shutting the door that led into the training chamber did Lucan pull out Nacht, his three kiloweight Fell-Iron longblade with Nightsilver trimmed edges. As tempting as it was to practice Mana Bolt a few dozen times and feel like he was making progress, Lucan’s competition wasn’t his fellow students. Lucan needed the Zenith-Tier Aura Expert whose memories he had inherited to show him something. But a three kiloweight longblade wasn’t something he could freely wield. When it came to physical strength, there wasn’t (...)