At the same time in the Crafbinder territory.

In the front gates of a huge mansion, a carriage with the same crest arrived.

Coming out of the carriage, was a boy with silver hair came carrying a small wooden box with him.

Looking around this place he sighted under this breath.

"Sigh, I guess this place hasnt changed much from the time I left."

Though invisible to others, he could see the whole place full of ancient runes and magical enchantments. Just by the sight of the pure amount of those two things would make the average magic caster puke blood from their mounts while at the same time trying to see how much this all stuff cost.

`If those prideful old goats at the academy would know the maintaining cost, they might faint by the numbers alone. The boy showed a smile at the thought of that sight.

"Did father placed even more by the time I had left?" Noticing the few runes that he saw for the first time in the ground, the boy shook this head in disapproval.

"He is working too much..."

Coming out of the mansion, a dark-robed figure with a silver line made this way towards him.

"Young Master, the preparations are complete..." The robed figure said after opening the gates.

The boy, Samuel nodded at the robbed figure.

"It has been a while, Morgan. Has anything changed by the time I wasnt here?" Samuel asked entering the mansion.

"The usually, young master," Morgan said with a slightly deep voice.

"I see..."

Morgan Gern, though many mistake him as the head magician of the crafbinder family. Was in reality the head butler of this house. In these early years in the royal academy, he quickly became famous for this mastery of dark magic.

Though dark magic was always frowned upon by the magic community for mainly being either a utility type of magic or of how close it was by the dark arts of magic such as necromancy. This reason alone leads him into many difficult situations in this early years.

The reason for this popularity though wasnt because of that, but rather turning the so-called utility magic into destruction from which many called chaos magic.

And the reason why a man that held the title of a great mage such as him was being the head butler of this family was from one single reason.

His father.

"Tell me, Morgan, where can I find father now? I have something to give him." Samuel showed the wooden box.

"The lord should be at this working place by this time..." Morgan said with a troubled face.

"Dont worry Morgan, this time I am going for a reason," Samuel assured him.

He knew that his father didnt like wasting time.

Moving to the second floor, Samuel together with this small wooden box in this hand arrived at a door that had several crystals with many different colors.

Knocking at the door, Samuel waited for their silence.

After five whole minutes, the crystals showed a small light, and the door opened by itself.

"Come in..." a male voice said.

Going inside the room, the head of the family, Raphael Crafbinder with a deep blue robe looking at this mid-thirties with pure silver hair was standing there. looking at a piece of armor place on the table.

If the men's hear was a little short Samuel and him would have looked almost the same.

"Samuel, I hope its something important for you to come here. I recently got more work placed upon my shoulders."

"From the royalty or private?" Asked Samuel from curiosity.

Though this father was a workaholic and somewhat cold. Their relationship between father and sons wasnt terrible.

"From royalty this time. The fierce woman has gotten her a#s kicked by the book worm from the Arcana Kingdom and now I am forced to craft her new equipment. Enough for that, why are you here? Wasnt today your first day at school?" Raphael said while these eyes and hands were drawing runes in the armor.

"Father, it isnt a school but the royal academy. And the first day was more than a month ago..." Samuel said with a dead fish eyes look.

"Huh..?" Raphael turned around and look at Samuels's face for a second before turning back at this work.

"If that were the case, why are you here?" Raphael asked, making Samuel want to curse at him.

`I am here cause you told me so!

Keeping these inner thoughts to himself, Samuel walked towards his father and put the wooden box on top of the table.

"Father, you send me to retrieve a runed item that wasnt made but us, remember? Since I found one, I came here to show it to you." Samuel explained.

As if a revelation came, Raphael stopped what he was doing, he looked at this son and this box next to him.

"So it was true..." Opening the box through the use of magic, Raphael frowned at what he saw.

Inside the box were some plate gloves of higher quality than the other cheap ones that you will find in the market. Though that wasnt the reason for his frown.

"By the craftsmanship itself I can see it was made from a dwarf, but those runes..." Taking the plated cloves for a closer look, this frown grew even worse.

Which surprised Samuel greatly.

`I have never seen father make such face, except the time I tried asking where my mother was...

"Father... did you find something wrong with the runes?" Samuel asked.

After a minute of whole silence, Raphael put the plated gloved back in the box.

"The runes themself arent anything special. There are draw poorly and the tier of the rune is of the lowest tier... If I were to teach you you could probably do better than this amateur that drew this. But..." Raphael replied to this son.

"Huh? If thats the case is there something else that concerns you on the runes father?" Samuel asked.

`If what father says is true, then there is no way that he would be making such a face. There must be something else.

With this look still on the cloves, or more specifically on the runes, Raphael replied.

"Well, I aint too sure either but the mana used for these runes is weird..." Raphael said.

`Its as if a different kind of mana was used to create these runes. Mana much different that we use...

"Samuel, tell Morgan to come in my room."

"Eh? Ah, yes. I will go and call him." Samuel said slightly dejected by this father's look.

He knew, once he made this face he will care for nothing else.

`Though the rune itself its clear enough that the guy who carved this is a beginner at this. But what mana did he use to carve those runes? Its neither elemental mana nor a mixed one. I will have to meet the person who made those.

Raphael's curiosity was awakened, and with it came a hundred different theories in this mind that could explain this phenomenon.

As one of the few Archmages in the whole Berum Kingdom.

Raphael Crafbinder, one of the Feathers and the Pillars of Berum kingdom.

Had this curiosity awaken by the unknown knowledge in front of him.

*****

Four days had passed.

Currently in the hideout underground.

Danzel who was carving the final item that was given by the army, has just ended.

"Ugh...I will never do this again..." Putting the final runed sword inside the ring of spatial storage, he got up from the bed and looked around him.

"Though I got quite good at carving this rune, drawing the same all the time is quite tedious work." He said while opening this status window to see this earning.

`Status.

[Status]

Name:

Level: 20

Class: [Undead Guardian Lv. 20]

Sub-Class: [Runesmith of Undeath Lv.1]

Health: 5500/5500

Mana: 814/814

Attribute points: 0

Attributes: Strenght 140 Agility 100 Intelligence 74 Endurance 99

Talents: [Superior Undead] [Sin of Wrath] [Reinforced Soul] [Superior Unique Concioness] [Rune Vision] [Dead Rune Knowledge]

Skills: [Intermendiate Weapon Master Lv.1] [Undeath Corruption Lv.1] [Dash Lv. 1] [Shield bash Lv.4] [Gale Mana Blade Lv.3] [Sense Danger Lv.3] [Curse of Exhaustion Lv.1] [Piercing Lv.1] [Mana Arms Lv.1]

[Remark: A Undead of Superior Strenght. One of the strongest natural draugr that there is. Though her tier undead far surpasses this strength. For your current tier of strength, you can be considered a powerhouse.]

[Storage: 97 225 XP]

"Well, I sure worked myself to the bones this time... a whole 84 000 XP points for the whole crap of weapons and armors. Not bad for the time patch."

Glancing now at my XP storage nearing the 100 000 XP, I didnt felt as much surprised as the other times.

I have gotten quite used to it.

"I will have to go to Gerak and give him the ring. If I remember right he wants to get himself something from the scroll that I didnt get." Though the scrolls were supposed to be my reward, I didnt mind giving the chance to get something for free to Gerak.

"I am sure he will get something more useful than me..."

Looking towards the storeage window, I had a small grin on my face.

"Now....should I get myself some new runes?"