2. Graduation

Under the candlelight, his copper-colored hair danced with flames. Across the fire, a teenager with sapphire-colored eyes shining like jewels was reading his book. In one side, a quill pen scribbling on a floating piece of paper was jotting down his thoughts.

The book in front of him described the part of the continent up to the present day. Everything from the dwarves and gnomes that came before the Resurrection in 2800 to the wars that followed with the arrival of the elves was in this book.

When the date came to 1150, the book was finished. The last thing in the book was the peasant revolt, also known as the Falka Rebellion. This revolt was particularly important to him because the villagers' ridiculous notion of "burn everything" included Sorceresses.

As Ron thought about this, he stroked the newly growing beard on his chin. He was 15 years old in the prime of his youth. He had a significantly higher education than his peers, but a female Sorceress named Yennefer of Vengerberg could not win her argument about aerodynamics, so he would have stopped working on that principle.

He knew that today the date is 1186. He was due to submit his thesis tomorrow, yesterday he had entertained himself with spells all day, and now he had memorized what he could and could not do.

First of all, he was despised by the weather fairies. Yes, he could still cast air spells, but this was causing the chaos energy around and within him to be extremely depleted. He knew it was a weakness, but he couldn't find the solution now.

Apart from this weakness, another important thing he found was that his body was quite fragile. He had set up a workout routine for himself in the morning, but that didn't guarantee he would have a solid body one day. At least it would have to work that way for years.

When it comes to strengths; He was blessed by the fire fairies. Whenever he performed a fire magic, it gave him happiness. Although it is a known fact that fire is the fiercest and fiercest of the elements, when it came to him, fire was like a cat that only snarled but never attacked.

In second place was his power over the earth. Although it is a less preferred element than fire, he was also blessed by the fairies. The simple earth spells he cast were perfect for putting her at ease.

He also had a fairly mild interaction with water spells. He was highly interacting with ice, which is the negative of fire and heat. The spells he cast with this element consumed slightly more chaos energy than usual, but it wasn't that much of a nuisance.

On top of that, there was an artificial intelligence that had come with him during his migration. He allowed the mind library to emerge effectively. It allowed him to act faster and remember faster.

Thanks to fragments of memories from his old world, which he did not even remember his own name, he was also aware that this was not an artificial intelligence, but a training method that was revealed from infancy.

Ron unknowingly found himself meditating. He had tried this yesterday as well, it was actually very simple, just throwing his thoughts aside and just focusing on the surrounding chaos energy.

During his focus, the rays that glowed red were most abundant. Then brown, blue, and purple slowly followed these colors, depending on their proximity.

Until the morning, he brought these colors closer to himself and assimilated them. He agreed with them and reinforced how he should use it.

When he opened his eyes in the morning, his eyes were sparkling. A determination reigned in his jewel-like eyes, he was going to submit this thesis today and then take the first step towards graduation.

Of course, before that, he would have to get rid of this ridiculous way of dressing. Before his family went to Ban Art, he was going to make a dress called "Shirt", which is used only when going to bed in this age, by taking references from his past life experiences, the education his family gave him and the book his father wrote in a bad handwriting before he went to school.

He would also get rid of the psychological discomfort that that ridiculous outfit called a doublet had given him.

The sun was only showing itself when, with magic, his hand began to pass through the mill through the piece of yarn and cloth. The making of the shirt was finished in literally two hours, all this information was consolidated and recorded in the mind library for easier recall later on.

His newly made shirt was made of a shiny black fabric. He had left the chest part of his shirt uncovered, under which he had black trousers clinging to his body, and finally he had brown deerskin shoes on his feet.

Previously, he liked to wear hats in accordance with fashion. He skipped this completely and let loose his bushy copper hair. He tied it in a simple ponytail and finally, according to etiquette, sprayed himself with lavender scent and left his room.

Carefully holding the papers, he was holding, he made his way straight to Master Marcellus' room.

When he knocked on his door, he waited until confirmation from the inside. He didn't want to anger Master Marcellus, who was raging with anger at his direct intrusion as a curmudgeon.

When the sound of "enter" was heard, he pushed the door and went inside.

"Master Marcellus, I have come to present my thesis to you, sir."

Master Marcellus glanced at the pieces of paper and then at the student. Another seedling whose development he had followed since childhood, this boy had successfully eluded the 70 students expelled from his term. Marcellus frowned, looking at the clothes the boy was wearing today.

"Even though I don't know where the clothes I'm wearing were made up, you look like a villager. I think you should take off those clothes immediately and put on a decent doublet."

Ron smiled at his master's sincere warning and guided the papers to his desk. "According to a list of events that took place during the transformation of chaos energy into heat, it was seen that the nymphs were drawn towards heat and, stealing the heat, left the ice element in its place..." he began to explain his thesis. During this explanation, he added a little atomic information. It hasn't stopped adding the core components that have emerged, either.

He continued his speech for half an hour. Without a word, Master Marcellus just fell silent and read the papers in front of him. He nodded occasionally, picking up those expressions, Ron aware that he was on the verge of success.

Waiting for him to finish his presentation and read the contents of all the reading pages, Ron realized that Master Marcellus was staring at him. When their eyes met, he said, "You didn't have such a detailed thesis before, which I checked last month. You've made good progress this past month, Ron Aydesson," he said and let go of the papers he was holding.

He then led himself to the jug and poured tea into the two cups. He came back with the two cups and gestured for Ron to sit down.

Ron sat in the chair excitedly. According to his etiquette, he never laid his back and his eyes never left Master Marcellus for a second.

"I must admit that he has proven himself to be a competent Sorcerer. I am sure that I have never met an intelligence as unique as you in your period. By adding this whole thesis as course content on Pyromancy, you can be sure that it will be recorded by the school."

Ron would explode when he heard those words. He was finally graduating from Ban Art Sorceress school and eagerly awaiting the next words.

"Even though I'm still mad at you for skipping the royal Sorcery I offered you... Congratulations Master Ron Aydesson, you've done a great job. Your name will be engraved on the alumni sarcophagus. You are free to leave school as of tomorrow."

Ron immediately stood up, bowing respectfully. "I have endless gratitude to all of you, especially to the teachers who provided all my education here. Master Marcellus in particular, it was unknown that I could even complete my training without you."

Standing slowly, Master Marcellus moved towards Ron. He held out his hand with a slight smile on his face, "I look forward to seeing you at the meeting of the Sorceress fraternity next year. I'd like you to show those sorceresses that a qualified student of Ban Art has also appeared."

"That satisfaction must be mine, Master Marcellus."

Master Marcellus nodded happily, "Then I won't hold you back any longer, Ron Aydesson, I wish you a good journey ahead of time."

Ron didn't stay long on these words, he dragged himself out the door. He had to be prepared for the journey, of course, but he had to do something more important than that.

It was necessary to prepare the potion of age freezing, in which he himself had to be brewed.

He knew very well that it was not for him to grow old and look wise like his predecessors or elders. Being young and full of brilliance, he knew that he had to hold on to this age to the fullest.

Just as sorceresses looked young and beautiful, there was no door for Sorcerer that he couldn't open by making himself look handsome. Besides, what woman would want to prefer an older man?

The first thing he did when he got back to his room was to take out the potion, he had prepared months ago. Alchemy wasn't his main area of expertise, but he did gain some proficiency with this potion.

The potion was green in color and had a slightly pasty texture. It would inflict mild doses of pain on the drinker, then fix his appearance to his current age.

He lay on his bed and drank the elixir, feeling it quickly mix into his body. Then he was confronted with that painful feeling that he would grit his teeth in.

Thus, Ron Aydesson proved himself to have officially graduated. At the age of fifteen, in the prime of his youth, a Sorcerer stepped onto the world stage.

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Many gender based word fixed with their relative ones in Ep.1 and Ep2. Thank you all for your helps. Please don't give up on your supports for me.