Gilead was not offended by such a daring yet childish request. Instead, he actually felt both pleased and sympathetic at the hungry look on Eugene’s face. If a child truly was a scion of a martial family, then they should have such a greedy desire.

“...Of course, I’ll be able to teach you,” Gilead said, looking at Eugene with a happy smile. “However, if you want to learn from the very best, then there’s someone even better than me.”

“Who is that?” Eugene asked.

“It’s Gion.”

Eugene recalled Gion and his shiny white teeth. When he was opening the door for Eugene, Gion had said that he’d like it if they could see each other more often.

“In the past, my skills were better than his, but currently that’s no longer the case,” Gilead admitted.

“Really?” Eugene asked skeptically.

“Is there any reason for me to lie and downplay my skills?” Gilead returned the question.

Eugene’s eyes sparkled with curiosity and interest.

Gilead continued speaking with a low laugh, “Have you received instruction on your family’s mana training scripture from your father?”

“No, I haven’t...