War of Emperium

Red Headed Terror 2

"Excuse me?"

I said, standing up. My temper was flaring up, but I tried my best to control it.

"And what makes you, a Magician, say that my lessons are wrong?"

Nerva remained in his seat, calmly looking at me as if I were some object in a store that had caught his attention. He stood up and started to limp toward the blackboard, his right leg was broken, good lord, what things have this boy been doing. He conjured a piece of chalk and pointed to the part of the lecture that summed up which monsters were especially weak with the fire element.

"Earth type monsters, master." Nerva told me.

"Earth types such as the Hode and the Desert Wolf are no doubt defenseless against fire, but Ice Element does more damage to them. Fire element, when used in combat, is much more effective with Brute Type creatures such as the Savage, Yoyo and Coco. Now this one here, master, the damage caculation, is inaccurate by 30 decimal places. The right calculation must 500 torquins of energy and 56 metrons of pure Valhalla damage spite."

I was dumbfounded. Where the hell did this Nerva learn all of that? All around me, his classmates started whispering in awe. I felt the back of my neck trickle. My cheeks started to burn. I met his gaze, this indolent know-it-all, and there was something behind those yellow eyes that made me shudder.

But what was it?

"It is just my opinion, master." Nerva blinked at me.

"Though of course you are wiser, because you are a Wizard, and I am still a Magician. You will forgive me if I do not wish to write this down, because I know it all. I have finished the book."

He limped back to his seat and kept his gaze at his gloved hands. His classmates were still staring at him in an awestruck manner. I jerked myself free from my trance and looked at the things he scribbled on the board. I was dumbfounded.

Good gracious, he had written the whole Merlin Theorem and showed the damage calculation with such pinpoint accuracy that even the Elders of Geffen would surely have failed to match. His runes were perfect, his calculations incomparable. I couldn't speak as I studied right then and there.

My class passed with utter silence. I was incapacitated right before my students by a fifteen year old Mage. And I was thirty years old! I left the classroom dazedly. I went back to the Arcane Tower with stars floating in my eyes. I was welcomed by Maria, a voluptous but dangerous Ice Wizard.

"So you have met him, the special child Nerva al'Thor." She said as she sat me down on a chair.

"You could do with a massage. Did he make your head ache?"

"You have no idea." I groaned as I drank some Red Potions to pacify my headache.

"Is that child human after all? Why is he here? And did you say his surname is Thor? The House of Thor, the rulers of Izlude? What is he doing here?"

Maria leaned on the wall, arms folded across her chest. She looked woeful. "That boy has some story, Deucalion. If you want to hear it."

"Yes, please tell me!" I said.

"I am very much intrigued by this Nerva!"

She told me. All the while my shock increased some more.