In the family training room, Tyrus was preparing a circle made of chalk. He was lightly dressed. He was wearing a white button-up shirt tucked into a pair of blue dress pants.
Crimson red chalk was used to form a perfect circle on the ground. In his mind, he drew two lines down the center of the circle. With these lines in mind, he drew a semi-circle in each one. Starting from the circle and connecting back to the circle. In the top right corner, he drew the smallest of these semi-circles. They progressively enlarged these semi-circles as they moved from right to left.
What he was left with looked like a moon with various sizes of craters. But he left a section in the direct middle where someone could sit and not touch any line.
Once he was done, Abigail walked into the room. Her normally unbreakable professional look had been tarnished a bit by her disheveled hair and a look of exhaustion on her face. "I'm here, Master. Young Master Lance is dressed. Lily insisted on him eating before he left."
Tyrus stood from his kneeling position. "Good. That will give us time to prepare." He walked over to a table he had set up. A matte black teapot along with a matching cup and saucer sat on the table. "I have a question for you, Abigail." He took his gloves out of his pocket and began putting them on. "It's taking longer than I expected for Lance to get his stats where they need to be. Do you have any ideas as to how I can advance his progress quicker?"
Abigail had to think for a moment. "Hmm…well. What have been your main problems so far? The young master seems to do well in his training."
"Lance does fine. However, he lacks passion for his training. He only does it because I want him to. I need him motivated on his own. If he can't make progress quickly, then I fear he won't be strong enough for what comes next."
"Hmm…well. Perhaps we just need to find proper motivation. The young master has always been goal-oriented. I even think I have an idea." She got close to whispering the idea into Tyrus' ear.
A small groan escaped the master's lips. "You must be joking." Just then Lance opened the doors to the training room. He was dressed in a red silk shirt and elegant dress pants.
"Ah! Young master." Abigail walked over to the door. "I'll leave you two to your training!" She swiftly moved past Lance and out of the room.
Looking back at the maid. Lance was a little confused. But when he looked back and saw the weird circle on the floor, he became fully confused. "What is that?"
Tyrus immediately snapped to attention. "That. Is the focus of our training today." Walking over to the circle, he waved Lance to walk over with him. Soon the two were both standing over the circle looking down at it.
"So…are we just going to stare at it?" Lance got a weird feeling as he looked at the symbol. It felt familiar, yet he had never seen it before.
"No. You're going to sit in it. This is the ritual I told you about yesterday. You're going to sit in the center there. Make sure you aren't touching any of the lines. If you do, you won't receive anything from the attempt. Once you're in position, we can begin."
Lance didn't understand what any of those words had to do with anything. But he didn't have anything to stop this from happening. So he took a big step into the circle. Be careful not to step on any of the chalk lines. Once he was standing in the middle of the red lines. He sat down.
Tyrus walked over to the cup full of tea. He stood in front of the circle. "Close your eyes. You're going to drink this whole cup of tea in one sitting. Before speaking a word, you need to drink it all at once. It's very bitter, and your body is going to try and reject it. If you do, you will gain a horrible debuff. Are you ready?"
Steadying himself. Lance puffed out his chest a little as he prepared for the awful-tasting tea. Closing his eyes, he nodded his head. He held out his hands to receive the cup. He felt the warmth once it was placed on his hands. Raising it, he opened his lips. And paused for a moment before he tilted the cup upwards. Preparing himself for the taste, he breathed in through his nose. He pushed his hands up before his mind could second-guess his actions.
Immediately it tasted like he was drinking radishes. But he held his composure. His throat did try to close on instinct. But he was able to keep it open. Once the last of the cup passed his throat. He received a notification. You have drunk Moon Essence Tea. The effects are unknown.
Lance didn't pay it any mind. His vision was filled with a new sight. His vision was filled with the white-dotted black sky of space. And one of the main stars in the center is forming into the form of a large curvaceous woman. She had hair that flowed down past her feet. "You have returned to me~"
Lance felt like the moment was a dream. Even though he knew he was just in the training room…wait, was he? He felt so floaty that he wasn't sure what was happening. "Do not fear, champion. There is no test I will put you through. You have already passed with flying colors." Leaning in close to his face. The large glowing figure blew wind on him. It was a gale strong enough to blow down mountains. But as it passed over him, it was a gentle breeze. It was so inviting that he opened his eyes to look upon her beauty.
Once he opened his eyes, he found himself slumped over on the floor. Getting up from his position. Lance saw an expression he had never seen on his father before. There was an expression of worry on Tyrus' face as he knelt down watching Lance. "Ugh…what happened?" Lance's voice was groggy.
Tyrus looked at his son with astonishment. He had fallen on the holy lines of the goddess' symbol. This action didn't seem to have any repercussions. Still, he didn't know what the true outcome was. "Lance. Do you have any notifications? Did you get an ability?"
He rubbed his head while sitting up. Lance could see a blinking icon in the bottom right of his screen. He willed it open. And I heard some trumpets blow triumphantly. This was reminiscent of the jousting events at the annual fair. Congratulations. You have gained 2 abilities. Natural Leader and Seed of the Gods. You have unlocked your true dual abilities. You have been blessed.
"Uh. I got two."
The room was filled with silence as father and son stared at each other. Both were unsure of what exactly happened. Before either of them could talk, a slow clap came from the door. A man wearing a black cloak with the hood down was clapping. He had red straight hair. Dark crimson in color. His bangs were curtailed to the sides of his head. Leaving his face in full view.
"Apologies for interrupting such a moment. But Lance has been called by Saint Figarland. To face trial for harming another Celestial Dragon."