Two more weeks passed in the blink of an eye.
It was already nearing the end of the second month.
Amon had settled into his routine life at the Academy. Classes, lectures, training, and practice—this cycle continued every day.
Sometimes he trained with Seraphina, sometimes alone. His control over mana improved steadily, and the time it took him to coat his sword with mana grew shorter.
What once seemed impossible now felt easier, almost natural.
And the one who helped him the most with this progress was none other than Seraphina.
During this time, Amon had also snuck out of the Academy several times. Luckily, he never got caught—except once. And even then, fate was generous to him, because the person who caught him was Arnold. Instead of reporting him, Arnold simply glanced at him and walked away without saying anything.
Talk about the perks of having good friends.
