Transmigrated Young Master's Yandere Harem-Chapter 40: The Obsidian Hand

"Ah! Hot hot hot!" Azael shook his hand and the flame disappeared.

Arista sighed and walked toward him.

"This is why control is important," she said, then grabbed his wrist and checked his sleeve. "It’s just a small burn."

She looked at him seriously again.

"Azael, listen carefully. Fire magic has three basics: Mana Control. Heat Control. Shape Control. If you master these three, learning fire spells becomes easier."

Azael nodded seriously, listening carefully.

Arista stepped back again and pointed at the center of the training room.

"Now practice Ignite until you can control it at your will... even if it takes one hundred attempts to achieve it."

Azael’s eyes widened. "One hundred?!"

She crossed her arms again. "Yes. A mage becomes strong by repetition, not talent alone."

Azael sighed but then nodded. "Alright... I will do it."

He raised his hand again, gathered mana, and tried to create the flame again.

A small flame appeared. Then disappeared.

He continued to practice.

From the side, Arista watched him quietly, her expression serious but her eyes slightly soft.

She muttered quietly to herself, "He is really talented." She smiled softly.

After more than ten attempts, Azael’s control finally started to improve.

At first, the flames were unstable. Sometimes too big, sometimes they disappeared instantly. But slowly, he began to understand what Arista meant by mana control, heat control, and shape control.

He took a deep breath and raised his hand again.

Mana flowed from his core into his palm. A magic circle formed perfectly.

A small flame appeared.

This time, the flame did not explode or disappear. It stayed there, gently burning above his palm, stable and controlled.

Azael’s eyes widened slightly.

He slowly moved his hand left and right. The flame moved with his hand but didn’t go out.

"I... did it," he said quietly, then looked toward Arista with a big smile. "I did it!"

Arista looked at the flame, then at him, and nodded once.

"Good."

She walked toward him and gently patted his head, messing his hair.

"You did well," she said.

Azael frowned slightly. "Stop messing my hair..."

But he didn’t move away.

Arista then stepped back and raised her hand.

With a smile she said, "Now I’ll show you the next basic spell. Fireball."

Azael immediately became serious again.

Arista extended her hand forward and a magic circle formed in front of her palm. The circle was more complex than Ignite, with multiple rings and small symbols rotating slowly.

"Watch carefully," she said.

Flames gathered in front of the magic circle, compressing and spinning together, forming a small burning sphere.

"This is Fireball. Unlike Ignite, this requires better shape control and mana compression."

The fireball floated above her palm, spinning slowly.

Then she closed her hand and the fireball disappeared.

She then took out a book from her storage ring. The book looked old and thick, filled with magic diagrams.

She opened a page and showed it to Azael.

On the page was a detailed diagram of the Fireball magic circle, with small notes and mana flow directions drawn around it.

"Memorize this magic circle," she said. "And try this until you learn it. Ignite has an easy and simple magic circle, so a book was not needed. But this one... you need to memorize it well."

Before he started, she took out a small crystal potion bottle filled with light blue liquid and handed it to him.

"This is a mana recovery potion," she said. "When you feel your mana is nearly exhausted, drink it."

Azael nodded. "Okay."

Arista then walked to a nearby wooden bench and sat down, crossing her legs as she watched him.

Azael stood in the middle of the training room again, opened the book, looked at the magic circle diagram carefully, then raised his hand.

"Fireball..." he muttered, even though there was no need to mutter those words.

Mana slowly began to gather in front of his palm as he started practicing the new spell.

He continued his training for the next few hours while Arista looked after him.

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Azael sat on the bench, drinking cool water from a water bottle.

Beside him sat Arista, hands crossed under her prominent chest.

"Good... by tomorrow you will even learn Fireball. Slowly we can move towards better spells. With this speed you can learn a good amount of spells in a month. I can tell that you can get strong enough to enter the Academy without any problem," she complimented him.

"Hehe~ thanks."

They remained silent for a while.

Then Azael asked, "By the way... what was in that letter... the one you took from that man in the forest?"

Arista looked at Azael’s face for a while, thinking whether to tell him or not.

In the end she decided to tell him.

"I won’t go into detail... but I will tell you in short. The letter contained information about an organization that was hidden in our Elaris City. More like a small branch of it. The man belonged to that organization and he was on his way to deliver a letter from their superiors to the leader of the branch in our city."

"Oh... so that organization... is it very dangerous? And are they considered evil?"

She nodded. "Yes, they are evil."

"What organization? What’s their name?"

She gazed forward and exhaled slowly. "The Obsidian Hand."

Azael frowned at the name. He hadn’t heard such a name before, nor did he remember it from any of Azael’s memories.

"It’s natural you don’t know that name. Not many know about them. Mostly high-ranking families do know about them. I thought it’s time for you to learn more about this kind of thing... so I decided to tell you."

"Thanks for telling me... but what did you do to them... I mean the small part of that order in our city?" Azael asked worriedly.

Suddenly she started laughing. There was pride on her face. "Haha! Don’t worry, we already took care of them without anyone knowing about it. Since it was a small number, they didn’t have much stronger members."

"Nice! So did you capture any hostages?"

Suddenly the big proud smile on her face vanished.