Emery wasn't feeling down or anything of the sort hearing such words from Master Atika. He had heard such words before and, probably, would hear them again in the future. So he quickly learned to not be negatively affected by it.

Every time people discovered his spirit core was one that was considered a failure by the general masses, they would immediately feel pity for him because they thought of how unfortunate he was.

However, instead of being pressured and regretting his decision at that time, those people's reactions only left Emery with more questions; about being a magus and about his condition.

None actually ever explain what had happened to him and why exactly the existence of his spirit core would bar him from becoming a magus.

All this time, Emery kept this question at the back of his mind because Killgragah the Dragon once told him that he knew a method that would allow him to do exactly that - a breakthrough to the magus realm.

But this time, Emery decided to not deliberately close his eyes and ignore the matter anymore. He decided that he would try and find a way of his own, instead of just solely depending on the dragon who definitely has its own agenda.

Having made up his mind about this significant decision, Emery finally realized that the two siblings were still standing by him. Both of them looked at him with concerned gazes.

It was clear the two's behavior came from the fact they overheard Master Atika's sharp words. Hence to make the situation less awkward, Emery smiled and said,

"Don't worry about me. I've heard those kinds of words before. Nothing new, actually" He clenched his fist tightly. "I will definitely find a way."

Then, much to his shock, it was Vizla who suddenly became emotional. Tears seemed to be starting to appear on the tough-looking young man, making Emery flustered.

Vizla approached Emery and said, "I didn't know about this, bro.. I.. I thought that you are one of those entitled prodigy bastards!"

Emery was taken aback by such harsh words that he couldn't help but ask. "Why do you think so?"

"That's because of your four elements and the fact that you use them so skillfully in combat."

Emery was once again shocked by the words that came out of Vizla's mouth. How could he, the Prince of Ouroboros, even say such things? Shouldn't he, with his sky-high status and domineering attitude, be considered as the most entitled of all entitled people?

Vaguely guessing what Emery was thinking from his expression, Silva smiled wryly and explained.

"My brother is actually considered untalented. He, unfortunately, had no affinity with every element, hence the reason he has been spending the last 10 years stuck on rank 9. So in a way, he understands how you feel."

Hearing those words and looking at the teary man, Emery immediately had a much better impression of Vizla than the first. He didn't know how, but he could feel there was a bond created between the two of them. As if their unfortunate fates connected and made them see each other in a new light.

It took Vizla some time to calm down his unsettled emotions. Afterward, he put his arms on Emery's shoulders and said, "Don't worry! I have talked with many experts before, and I'm sure we'll find a way for you.." He patted Emery on the shoulder firmly. "Trust me! Your big bro has you covered!"

B-big bro..?

Before Emery could say anything, Vizla had put his arm around his shoulders and dragged him towards the exit. "But for now, you are coming with me! I am going to cheer you up!"

Silva, who saw her brother's antics, said and did nothing. She just smiled and followed them from behind as they left the courtyard.

Vizla certainly dragged him out of a good intention, hence he decide to follow him. He could only hope that the man would not take him to another of those bathhouses again.

The Prince of Oroboros this time decided to take him to a crowded and bustling district in the city. The place was located in one of the prime locations there, and it was supposed to be a place to eat - a restaurant.

It was certainly a grandeur place, with great interior, excellent entertainment such as music and dancing, and as expected of the place Vizla liked to visit - women.

To be precise, beautiful young women in a state that Emery could only think of as half-naked. They still wore clothes, but those clothes provided little to no cover.

Several women began to enter their private room and serve various kinds of exquisite food and beverages. However, Vizla ignored the food and mostly brought the glasses containing various drinks in front of Emery. It was clear that the former wanted the latter to drink his worry away.

After 10 days of non-stop training, Emery thought that it would probably be alright to have a good time once in a while. Therefore, he randomly grabbed one of the glasses that have various different colors and sip its content.

"Urgh."

Emery couldn't help but slightly groan as the strong sensation hit his throat. He never liked liquor before, but today is a new day in his book and it was probably time to receive some changes in his ordinary life.

"Drink!!" Vizla loudly shouted. "Cheer up, man!!"

The beautiful waitresses quickly moved and surrounded Vizla as usual. They began to feed and entertain the man. As for Emery, none of them could be seen around him. They did not even dare to get close within a meter of him.

This was because of the white-haired girl that was sitting next to him. She sent and deterred every waitress that was about to approach Emery with her gaze alone.

When the day went by and it was already late, the three of them finally exited the restaurant with a happy feeling and a satisfied stomach. The two siblings sent Emery back to the luxury residence provided to him.

All the servants immediately greeted and helped him. While Emery enjoyed his bath, they prepared his bed and clothes to change.

Among these people was the brown-haired girl, Ginette.

"Do you need anything else, Master?" She asked, handing a towel to Emery who just got out of the bath.

"No, Ginette. It's all perfect," said Emery with a smile. "Please don't call me master, I'm not your master.. I am not anyone's master."

Emery's words seemed to catch the girl off guard as he could see her calm expression crumble

"But, you are close friends with the prince and princess of the clan, hence you are my master.. Master."

This time, it was Emery's turn to be surprised. He didn't expect the word of friends. Thinking about the two, he smiled and said, "Yes, they are my friends. But no, don't call me master anymore."

Even though she was still confused, the girl finally nodded her head and said nothing more before bowing respectfully to him and leaving the room.

In the morning, Emery woke up with a heavier head than usual. The hangover from all the drinks he had yesterday struck him hard. But before he could do anything, his bedroom door opened and Silva came in bringing him vegetable juice.

After making sure Emery drank the juice to the last drop, Silva placed the glass on the bedside table and said, "Let's go!"

"Where?" asked Emery who couldn't help but wonder where they were going so early.

"My uncle's place! We are going to see him today. I'm sure he can provide some insight about your condition."

Silva's words immediately caused Emery's mind to recall that figure, Duke Syre.. Not only is he a grand magus, but the man is also a darkness element magus who cultivates both laws of darkness and the law of the sword.