He shook his head slightly, dismissing the disappointment from his face. Whether he'd be an Augmenter or Conjurer he'd be a force to be reckoned with.

The fact that his core had already advanced a stage, and how quickly he grasped mana manipulation, made his talent obvious.

The instructor turned away from the young lord Wakefield and walked a couple steps toward the center of the arena. Imbuing mana into his right leg he stomped on the ground and another weapon stand shoot out.

In it was stored an exact copy of the weapon Elric had chosen, but it was sharp and made with better materials. A masterfully smithed weapon.

He turned around and casually threw it at Elric who awkwardly stumbled forward to catch it.

Elric unsheathed and took a closer look at the sword he held in his hands, there was no pommel or anything that indicated that it was from the Wakefields.

Despite no knowing much about his previous life, he was sure that all the knights from noble houses he met had either a pommel or something inscribed into the sword that indicated their house.

The instructor noticed it. "That's just a transitional sword, once you prove yourself you'll get one specifically made for you, according to your wishes."

Without saying anything else, he disappeared. Elric's eyes widened slightly, he had just blinked and the next moment he was gone.

He put the sword he had just received back in its sheath and then attached it to his waist, as he did the disappointment of being a Conjurer came back into his mind.

It would stuck with him for the rest of his new life.

There's no point in thinking about this.

He slightly shook his head and walked off the training ground. Just as he took the last step he heard shifting sounds from behind.

He turned around to see that where the stone ground was replaced by a grass field and the weapon stands made way for a fountain at the center. It was a beautiful scenery.

He let out a surprised breath and smiled slightly.

_So that's why all the furniture is here. _

Without giving it any other thought, he left in search for his room. He had dismissed the two maids who accompanied earlier because he felt bad for dragging them around. The head maid, Bernadette, was reluctant, while Lara almost jumped at the few hours free time.

Even as a maid in training, she had many responsibilities and task to tend to which wasn't very beneficial for her private life. So she didn't hesitate to follow her lord's order.

Now as he walked around the many corridors of the castle, he regretted his choice. Without having someone to navigate him he often found himself in rather unfortunate situations.

One time he thought he had finally found the door leading to his room, he opened it and without much thought marched straight into the changing room of the female servants.

No need to say, they screamed and one even threw her shoe at him. When she realized who she threw her shoe at, she feverishly apologized, but Elric was too embarrassed and quickly ran away.

Not that any of them would tell on him anyways. One of the many benefits of being a noble!

It took some time and a couple more unfortunate encounters, but in the end he found the door to his room. When he pushed the door open he heard something.

The sound of someone weeping in the far distance.

He stopped in his tracks and thought for a second, uncertain. He had already acted out of character when he started talking. The original Elric was a mute.

That alone must've already raised many questions and maybe even suspicions. He didn't know much about how the real Elric spent his day's nor how he acted.

Would the real Elric go? He asked himself.

Of course, if the real Elric would've gone, he could just pretend that he overheard it and with that the matter would be resolved. However, he was curious.

And for that simple reason, he went against his own reasoning. Pulling the door back close he followed the sound. As he got closer he made out that the one crying was a girl, not long after which girl it was.

He arrived in a long, distant corridor in the farthest corner of the Wakefield castle. At the end of the corridor Elianor was sitting on the windowsill of a dusty window, her face turned away from it.

Her arms were wrapped around her legs that she had pulled to her upper body, her face was pressed against them.

She didn't want anyone to see her.

Tears were falling from her eyes, soaking her light blue dress. Her weeping had turned silent and been replaced by quiet sobs. Her fiery red hair was made into a crown braid.

She was beautiful, even with her teary face.

Elric looked at her, unsure how to approach the crying girl. For a moment, he regretted coming there and thought about turning around, but his legs didn't move.

Elianor seemed to have sensed someone watching her as she slowly lifted her head. When she saw Elric she quickly wiped away her tears unsuccessfully, instead watering her entire face.

Her striking brown eyes locked onto him with the slightest hint of a frown.

"What do you want, why are you here?" she asked quickly, her fierce tone not hiding her annoyance.

"I just heard someone crying and wanted to check on them, turns out it was you" he answered truthfully, with a slight smile.