Parasites, Magic And Revenge

It was Monday; Raven and Miles had gotten out of bed and were changing their clothes. Raven hadn’t gotten used to mercy, new clothes, or a warm bed. Miles said, 'Well, our training isn't too tough, but I'll warn them not to wear you out too much, okay? I still want you to participate in any case.' After that, Raven nodded with tired eyes and a thin face. No matter how scrawny he was and despite coming from an ordinary family, when he went downstairs for breakfast wearing noble clothes, he looked absurdly attractive. The servants couldn’t be sure if this was the same boy who had arrived the week before, and they began preparing the meal in surprise. When Raven and Miles sat at the table, the current head of the Hunter family, Edward Hunter, and his future wife, Eleanor Hunter, were also present. Although they watched with eyes full of affection, Raven could feel the pressure and might radiating from the gaze of Edward, even without looking at him. Something wasn’t normal; this man wasn’t human.

They started eating anyway, and there wasn’t a sound at the table. The servants standing by the table while they ate and this level of silence wasn’t something Raven, who came from the slums, could easily get used to. After the meal was over, Miles ran upstairs and excitedly brought both his and Raven’s training clothes. 'Hurry up and put these on, the trainers are waiting for us,' he said. He quickly grabbed Raven by the arm and pulled him back upstairs, and finally, they got dressed. When they went down to the yard, Raven couldn’t believe how small the training field was for a mansion of this size. There were simply a few dummies, wooden swords, and what looked like magic staffs, though Raven didn’t yet know what they were for, and they were of low quality. Before Raven could even open his mouth, Miles entered a secret combination into the stone wall at the back. The ground shook, and a staircase appeared. 'I don’t think you thought this was the real field. This place is just where the children of the servants are rarely allowed to come. And those staffs over there are low-level ones; even having access to them is something a servant’s child would rarely see in their lifetime.'

Disgusted once again by the system, Raven said nothing and began descending the stairs. Along the way, Miles turned a lever, and torches lit up the path; those on the right were orange, and those on the left were blue. As the place became illuminated, Raven’s mouth fell open. There were swords three times his size, a giant empty aquarium, and magic staffs that were obviously of much higher quality than the previous ones. However, both the staffs and the giant swords seemed to be off-limits for use. His curiosity about weapons and combat was immediately suppressed when he realized this. Seeing the reason for his disappointment, Miles said, 'Don’t worry, those are master-level staffs; even if they were available, you wouldn’t be able to use them anyway. There’s a separate section for weapons reserved for us. There are low- and mid-level ones.' Raven didn’t understand what he was talking about and hesitated to ask for a bit longer as they kept walking. But in the end, his curiosity got the better of him, and he asked, 'What are low and mid-level?' Since Miles wasn’t like other spoiled kids, instead of teasing him, he explained. 'Weapons and armor have specific levels. For example, in this mansion, the highest level of weapon we have is superior. Even if you’re very wealthy, there are weapon levels you may never see. If you’re lucky and rich, you might see a legendary weapon or armor. The levels go from basic, advanced, superior, to flawless and legendary. There’s no point in naming the rest; even if you were a warrior, you wouldn’t see them on yourself or your opponent.' A new wave of curiosity hit Raven; what could the others be? As they kept walking, they finally arrived at the training ground and saw a few blacksmiths and masters talking among themselves.