(Redcliffe Castle)

"Lady Marchioness?"

Valena enters the room with a confused face as she just saw her master, Marchioness Isolde is in a fluster with a hand on her crotch without any panty. She was sitting on the bed with pajama but its lower part is lifted and bitten by her mouth. Her full body is drenched with sweat. 

Realising her maidservant, Valena has entered, Isolde releases the edge of the skirt from her mouth. 

"V...Valena."

Isolde greets her with a stutter. The lady who is also newly appointed great noble moves her legs and hides her crotch.

"My lady, your breakfast is ready."

Valena, the brown haired maid informs her with a straight face.

"Alright. I'll take a short bath first." Isolde replies while still flushed red. 

Valena notices the part of the bed where her mistress was sitting, is wet. 

Even while walking, some liquid falls to the floor from Isolde's crotch.

"I'll have it prepared soon."

Valena bows her head and turns around to leave.

"Oh, right. Where is my son, Connor?"

Isolde asks in confusion. She realizes that she was masturbating on the bed and found out by her maid.

"Young master already had his meal." The girl whose hair reaches her shoulder answers.

"I see."

Isolde nods in understanding.

After seeing that her mistress has no more questions, Valena turns around and left.

"Phew."

Isolde looks down at her crotch and wipe the love juices with a handkerchief. After a while, she stands up and leave the room. She heads to take a bath in her personal bathroom. It is a place only the master of the house and his immediate wife could use but after the original Marquis, her husband was killed in the war against Arkland, Isolde is the only one using it.

Her two step sons and her brother in law also were killed with several more close relatives. Thus, the castle is now quiet.

After bath and dressing up, Isolde goes to the dining hall. The dining is long, with thirty chairs at each side. There is a single chair placed at the edge of the long table, previously occupied by her late husband, Marquis Eamon Guerrin. She has been sitting in that place for the last two months. 

She eats her breakfast leisurely. There is a fried egg, salad and a sausage served on her plate. 

"Valena, how is Connor?"

Isolde turns her head to the right. Valena is standing there beside her.

"Young Master was strolling around the castle's compound after breakfast."

The young maid replies.

She grips her maid uniform when she remembers what her mistress was doing alone in the bed.

They both decide to not talk about what happened inside the room this morning so they are both pretending that nothing happened.

"Huh… I'm really worried about her." Isolde sighs after finishing mist of her meal.

***

After finishing his breakfast, Connor Guerrin arrives in front of Jowan's small room in the basement.

"Knock Knock"

"Teacher? It's me, Connor."

Connor knocks on the door. He hears from the butlers that Jiwan hasn't eaten ever since this morning.

"Young master? Please enter."

Jowan's voice sounds from the other side.

Connor opens the door and enters the room. He sees Jowan sitting on the bed cross-legged. He is wearing a worn out getup and munching a bread.

"Teacher, I have a question regarding magic…"

Connor says to him innocently. As he has no father now, Connor gradually becomes closer to this outsider.

"Don't be shy. I will answer your questions to the best of my abilities."

Olgar smiled at him faintly and urged him on. Jowan is an above-average-looking man. He has brown hair, grey pupils, and a skinny body. He gives off the aura of a serious person.

"How do I increase my magic reserves? I quickly be tired after casting spell."

Connor asks him. His method of exhausting his magic reserve to increase it little by little is not practical. It would take him years just to summon a mid level demon.

"That's easy. Increase your magic control, and your magic reserves should naturally increase with it. That is because the finely detailed you can control magic, the better your body can keep mana in it."

Jowan explains to him in detail. 

"Having magic inside one's body is like herding sheep, if one can't herd all of the sheep, then one can't keep them all. That means, the better one can herd the sheep, the better magic can stay inside your body."

"I understand."

The boy nods his head. It makes sense now that Jiwan has explained it to him. Since technically, he is getting better at controlling his magic each time he uses his spell.

"But how do I do that? Do I need to use my spell?"

Connor asks. It is theoretically possible, but how is he gonna do it?

"You don't need to. Focus your mana to your index finger and control the amount of magic you can release from it. Once you get that right, you can start to control its directions too."

Jowan shakes his head and explains to him.

"Still, that's quite complicated." The boy laments.

"Indeed it is. Magic is not simple. After all, it leads to the truth of the universe."

Jowan smiles at Connor's words. Magic describes the mysteries of how everything works. It will be naive to underestimate it.

"Anyway, thanks."

Jowan scratches the back of his neck awkwardly after the boy nonchalantly gives his gratitude.

"I will sure summon a bear demon next week!" The boy proclaims.

"Hahaha! That's what Master's are for. As expected of my disciple. I'll help you you can summon a Beelzebub.."

Jowan laughes hearing Connor's words. He feels gratified that Connor is such a good kid.

"I want to go out and play."

The kid turns away and starts running out of the room.

"I'll be here to answer more of your questions. Also, tell your butlers that I don't need to eat. Fasting is normal for a high level sorcerer."