Every afternoon Evans continued to practice the puppet movement in the garden dome; He wanted to perfect his puppet manipulation technique to perfection, he had started by studying basic puppet manipulation magic and had currently already reached the intermediate level.
Aria was the one who had the most fun watching the wooden dolls move; Sometimes Evans also took Aria's toys and manipulated them; everything so that Aria would be happy.
Evans saw Ana taking Aria to rest. Evans then made the doll emulate the movements of the imaginary warrior. In the end the doll broke due to the intensity of the movements, but it allowed Evans to see the usefulness of puppets in the hands of a good puppeteer.
Evans directed some magic threads and made his hand move a little at his will.
"I need to improve control so I can move my hand efficiently."
In her own study the Duchess was writing a letter; She had already noticed the betrothal proposal, and she did not like it one bit, since she knew that if Evans married the second princess, the Qualty dukedom would definitely be Evans's to honor the imperial family.
"That dirty boy and his sister must disappear," the Duchess thought as she finished writing the letter, sealed it and handed it to her personal maid.
-Deliver it personally. Be careful.
Evans, who had been attentive to the movements of the employees closest to the Duchess, watched as Janeth left in the early morning, followed her carefully, and when they passed near a dark area in the city.
Bang!
Cut!
Blood!
Evans had coated his small sword with one of his concentrated energy elixirs and although Janeth attempted to formulate a fire spell, she was unable to direct her attack towards Evans, because his arms had been hacked off. Evans sighed, he thought he would be able to kill her more easily, he had tried to be very stealthy; but Janeth was a talented magician in the fourth circle.
The scandal attracted unwanted onlookers who were coming.
"I definitely need a second mana circle; it would have given him the finishing blow."
Evans disappeared into the shadows of darkness, which were about to be replaced by morning light, and returned to the mansion.
In his room, Evans went over the attack again and again; Although Janeth noticed the attack, that was not an excuse for him; he knew he had to perfect his techniques when using his new body; Only in this way could he guarantee that in the future he would achieve his goals without stopping at some useless barrier.
Janeth raised her hands activating a fire spell and right in front of her hands Evans appeared swinging his sword without wasting a single second.
Court!
Blood!
The magical slash cut Janeth into two pieces, causing her death a few seconds later and the spell did not have time to activate.
Evans opened his eyes, that was attempt number 124. He had spent four straight days correcting his mistake.
In her study the Duchess received a letter from the White Sun organization. After reading it, he learned that Janeth had been attacked by a mysterious attacker who used a magic cut with a power that was at the peak of the mid-level.
'A wizard in the sixth circle protects that bastard,' thought the Duchess who was currently struggling to contain her anger and frustration.
"If he didn't kill Janeth, it must have been another warning. Someone sent by Alfred? Is it possible that he was interested in that dirty bastard?" The Duchess tried to find answers, but the more she did it, the more convoluted everything seemed.
A few months passed.
Evans secluded himself in his room, he had just taken 7 mid-level mana elixirs. He was concentrating to stably form his second circle; The process was slow and exhausting, because he preferred quality over speed; He stopped, took 7 more elixirs and continued the creation process.
Days passed, Evans was sweating, he felt like a fire was burning him, he heard the crackling, his right hand hurt horribly; The fire ceased and another circle of mana was formed.
But Evans had had a vision that began to fade when he opened his eyes; He was going to do his best to remember until he saw that his white glove was dyed red; At the end he removed the glove, washed his hand to avoid any infection and prepared to implant the magical threads into his right hand.
Evans sat in a chair, placed his right hand on his desk and used his magic to extract the three main nerves that directed the functioning of his hand; It was painful, horrible, but he persisted; He remembered the exact position of the radial, median and ulnar nerves, as well as their branches; At the end he placed three magic threads and used his own energy to cut them finely to cover the space of each nerve branch.
Sweat had bathed Evans' body; He was pale, in the end the body will always react to any form of torture.
Evans exhaled, circulated his mana, and began to move his hand almost naturally using the puppet manipulation he had practiced so much.