Envious

Paul was snapped out of his thoughts when the carriage suddenly stopped. He followed his brother out of the carriage. The city lord's mansion was quite large. Two low-level Warriors stood at the entrance to the white mansion. As Paul and his family approached the entrance, a butler greeted them.

"Oh, welcome, welcome sir, please come in. My master is waiting for you."

Paul and his family followed the butler into the mansion. When they entered, a man in a blue suit with a strong aura was standing there. He had black tangled hair. When he saw Paul's father, he opened his arms and approached.

"George Veussia, old friend. It's been a while since I've seen you."

"Ford Guilla, likewise. For some reason, I haven't seen much of you since you became City Lord."

Ford understood the implication in George's words, but he ignored it. He turned to Paul.

"You became a Wizard at such a young age. I believe that in a few years you will be a Wizard, little man." He had a slight smile on his face. Paul realized that she was doing it to make up with him.

"Ah, my son will probably be a Master of Magic in a few years."

Ford looked at George with a face of disbelief and mild sarcasm. "No need to talk too big, George. You might want to wait until he's a Wizard first."

A smile formed on George's face. "It's not impossible, considering he became a Wizard two days ago."

The mocking expression on Ford's face suddenly disappeared. He came to Paul's side and put his hand on his heart. Ford was a low-level Sabre Warrior and so feeling the body was an easy task for him. When he felt the mana core in Paul's heart, a look of surprise crossed his face.

This kid had condensed his mana core in a week, and he was only 14 years old! He pulled his hand back and looked at Paul as if he was looking at a monster, but then he put on that strange smile again.

"Oh, it's really an amazing talent. You have great potential, Paul. All right, Nina! Come here! Valer was supposed to be at the training ground. Take young master Paul there. I'll talk to George for a bit, and hopefully you can work with Valer. He's a Sabre Warrior like me, but his level is higher than mine, so I can't help him any more. The experience of fighting a Wizard will be good."

After saying these words, Ford immediately turned to George and walked inside while talking to him. Paul followed the servant to a training ground.

Standing on the practice field was a man about 18 or 19 years old. His well-built upper body was naked and he was wearing black pants. His black hair was tangled and sweat poured down his forehead. In his hand was an ice blue sabre. Every time he swung the sabre, the working dummies were shattered and when their attack was over, they were repaired thanks to their repair formations.

When he saw Paul coming, he stopped and looked at him. Then he bowed slightly and saluted.

"You must be Paul, the Young Master of the Veussia family. I am Valer Guilla, please call me Valer. Nice to meet you." The smile on his face gave him an innocent air.

"Nice to meet you Valer. Please don't address me using 'you'. Paul is enough. I don't want my eldest to speak to me that way."

"Well then, Paul, I've actually been practicing and I'd like to continue if possible. would you mind waiting?" Nina intervened as Valer finished.

"Young Master Valer. Young Master Paul was sent here by the City Lord. He wants you to get used to fighting the Wizards."

Valer looked at Paul with a look of disbelief.

"So Paul has already reached Wizard level?"

"Oh, I reached it a few days ago and I would really like to join your training if possible."

"Of course, please come, Paul." Paul walked to the training ground. He stood in front of Valer and Valer pointed his sabre at him.

"Have a good game." Valer took his stance.

"Have a good game." Paul bent his knees slightly. He stretched his right arm forward. Seeing that Paul was ready, Valer rushed forward and swung his sabre. Paul instantly drew back and hit Valer's right shoulder with his Mana Release. Valer felt a sudden pressure on his right shoulder and dropped his sabre for a moment. At this opportunity, Paul immediately retreated.

Angry with himself, Valer picked up his sabre and looked at Paul who had taken his stance. He swung his sabre into the air and a wave of ice-cold ice moved towards Paul. Paul realized it at the last moment and stepped back. He had felt the mana of patience before the wave came. He looked at Valer.

"Sabren looks pretty special, Valer." Valer smiled.

"That's right. My sabre is an Ice Edge Sabre. It has ice enchantments on it." He pointed to the ice blue runic writing on the sword.

"How about this. If you win this match, I will give you the sabre." Valer smiled in a friendly way.

"Oh that's a good deal." As Paul spoke, he was thinking about the sabre's final attack. A wave of mana was heading towards him. This wave was different from his Mana Release. The Mana Release was based on throwing mana directly and creating pressure, but if it was given attributes it could be quite powerful. For example, the wave of sabre just now had the adjectives "cold" and "sharp". Paul held out his hand towards Valer. He wanted to try this.

Valer turned his sabre towards Paul and started to move forward. At that moment Paul applied a Mana Release, but this time with the adjective "sharp". The wave advanced on Valer like a flying sword. Valer couldn't feel the mana without pressure because he wasn't a Magician, but he suddenly felt a sense of danger and was pulled to the left.

He couldn't quite avoid it, so the wave hit his right hand holding the sabre and made a cut there, showing the bone. At that moment Paul paled a little. He was an intermediate Sabre Warrior, meaning that his skin and flesh were many times stronger than a normal human, and yet the wave had cut him easily. At the same time, he had cut the hand of a Sabre Warrior holding a weapon.

"Oh Valer. I'm really sorry. I didn't expect it to be so sharp." He came to Valer with a worried expression.

"You don't need to worry. It will heal in two days at most, as I've reached an intermediate level." Valer put on a smile that showed he wasn't hurt.

"By the way, you disarmed me, so the sabre is yours." He picked up the sabre with his left hand and threw it at Paul.

"Valer, I can't accept this."

"Consider it a gift from me, anyway, I'd better wrap my hand." Valer turned and left the training ground. Paul couldn't see him, but he had a wicked smile on his face.

After Valer left, Paul studied the sabre for a while. The color of the sabre was an eye-catching blue with ice-blue runic lettering. It had a slight curve and coldness radiated from the blade. It was a pretty good sabre, but for some reason it gave Paul an uncomfortable feeling. As Paul was examining the sabre, a servant came up to him.

"Young Master Paul. The City Lord is expecting you and Young Master Valer."

"Oh, I'll go right away. Valer said he was going to bandage your hand. He's probably gone to his room." Paul hurried back to the mansion. He went inside and went to the dining room. The table was already set and everyone was seated except him and Valer. Paul went and sat next to his brother.

"Paul, where is Valer?"

"Oh, I'm here, Dad." Valer came through the dining room door. His right hand was bandaged.

"Valer, what happened to your hand?" Paul heard this question and looked down. He looked like a little boy who had been naughty.

"Ah, Paul's Mana Knife was quite sharp."

Hearing this, Sylvia had a strange expression for a moment. "Little Paul, how do you know how to use a Mana Knife?"

"I just copied the sabre wave he used when he fought Valer."

Sylvia was left with a surprised expression on her face. She had spent two months learning the Mana Blade herself, but her son had revealed it in a random training session. Seeing from Sylvia's expression that this was a rare occurrence, the City Lord knew he had to get closer to Paul.

Valer sat down at the table and everyone ate. The City Lord was talking to his father. His mother was chatting with Camila Guilla, the City Lord's wife. His brother, he and Valer were silent. Paul just wanted to get up and examine the sabre some more. After everyone had eaten, Paul picked up the sabre to examine it.

"George, let's go for a walk. We still have time, and we can have a good chat."

"Paul, Valer! Come and join us!" The City Lord shouted. Paul didn't want to, but he wasn't about to disrespect the City Lord. He took Sabre with him, thinking maybe there would be an opportunity.

They walked around outside for a while. The City Lord and his father were talking and Paul and Valer were following behind them. Paul had a chance to examine the sabre for a while, but he didn't understand what was bothering him. While he was immersed in the sabra, he suddenly felt a strange sensation and when he looked around he saw it.

"The dragon hole Abyss."

And the important thing was that they were heading towards it now. As the foursome got closer to the Abyss, the six soldiers guarding it saluted at the same time. The City Lord and his father slowly approached the Abyss.

"The Abyss, the endless void, is the strange place where most travelers come to the city. I'd say it's a tourist attraction, despite its use as a place of execution."

"There are quite a few legends about it, after all."

"Yes, but it's still just a place of execution. Its potential is untapped and I want to use it." The City Lord looked at George.

"Would you like to be a partner in this, old friend George?" George's eyes lit up when he heard the words. Of course he would agree with the idea, but he didn't think just one hole was worth showing. When he told the City Lord of his ideas, the City Lord laughed.

"Don't worry about that. It won't be alone. I'm thinking of building a Hall of Beasts around it."

"Monster Hall?"

"A place to display different monsters. Normally I would do it separately, but it's more profitable to combine the two in one place."

"And where will you find the monsters to display?"

The City Lord laughed. "Bring them."

The two Soldiers left and entered a nearby building. Then they came out with chains in their hands. At the other end of the chain stood two tigers with silver fur. These tigers' azure blue eyes had faded and their dagger-sized claws were shining.

"Oh my God, Silver Snow Tiger! These beasts are very dangerous!"

"Don't worry, George, they have the Amulets of Obedience on them. All 40 of them have them."

"40!?" George was shocked to hear the number of monsters. Silver Snow Tigers were C-ranked monsters that only lived in snowy places. Even if you found them, you couldn't catch them easily. George slowly approached the tiger and stroked its fur. When he saw that it didn't react, he realized that the Amulet of Obedience had worked.

Seeing this scene, Paul slowly stepped forward, but suddenly he felt a ripple on his sword. Immediately after the ripple, both tigers' eyes lit up and they began to roar. The City Lord, not realizing what had happened, suddenly paled and George stepped back and drew his sword.

"Ford! What's going on here!?"

"I-I-I-I don't know. They're supposed to be tame."

The tigers were still roaring. On top of that, the other tigers in the building, hearing them roaring, also roared and started attacking the wall. The soldiers holding the tigers fell to the ground in fear. When the soldiers let go of the chains, the tigers roared forward and at the same moment the wall of the building collapsed and the tigers came out and began to attack.

George attacked the first tiger he saw and the City Lord pulled out his white sabre. Unarmed and wounded, Valer retreated. Paul had taken up a position to defend himself, but he still had not released the sabre. He lifted the sabre slightly to find the cause of the fluctuation earlier, but just as he was about to look, there was another fluctuation.

After this surge, the 8 tigers turned to Paul at the same time and roared.

"Paul!" George saw his son's predicament, but he was dealing with three tigers. He couldn't help even if he wanted to.

Seeing the tigers staring at him, Paul immediately used the Mana Knife and made a cut on one of the tigers, but the other 7 tigers rushed at him. He jumped back to avoid them and used the Mana Knife a few more times. This was how he was going to do it.

After attacking a few times, he backed off and attacked again. Now there were two more tigers. Paul was thrown back again, but this time he couldn't land. Reflexively he looked down and saw the biggest mistake he had ever made. Beneath him was a deep, dark infinity. The Abyss, the hole that swallows dragons.

Paul's thoughts stopped as he fell, but at the last moment he plunged the saber into the Abyss. The tigers chasing him were gone, so if he could hold on long enough someone might save him.

He waited for a few minutes but there were still sounds of fighting from above. His arms were starting to shake and he thought he was going to fall, but then he saw a familiar face looking down at him from above. It was Valer.

"Valer, help me!" Paul's face was now completely red, but Valer still had a smile on his face.

"Paul, you know, no matter how good a person is, there is a dark side to him. This side makes him show emotions like anger or jealousy." Valer stopped smiling and looked at Paul with a serious expression.

"That dark side is eating me up, Paul. I'm jealous. I'm jealous of the potential that you could easily surpass me, and I assure you I won't be easily surpassed."

He pulled something powdery out of his pocket and spoke as he threw it towards Paul.

"You can judge me as you wish from the heavens."

Valer had a serious look on his face. Paul was looking at him, angry and confused. Valer, who had been so friendly in training, was now sending him to his death. As soon as he inhaled the dust, his mind started to shut down and before he could even utter the curses he wanted to utter, his mind shut down completely. The hand holding the saber loosened and he fell into the endless darkness.

Half an hour later the City Lord's own guards arrived and subdued the tigers. Sylvia and Luke were there too. George had claw wounds on his chest and feet. He was looking around anxiously. Seeing him like this, Sylvia and Luke approached him.

"Honey, what happened? You look so worried." Luke nodded his head in agreement.

"I can't find Paul. I've looked everywhere, but he's not there." Hearing this, Sylvia and Luke turned pale. Like George, they looked around and called his name, but there was no sign of him. While they were in this state, the City Lord came to them. His left leg was unusable and Valer was supporting him.

"George, what happened? Where is Paul?"

"I don't know, I can't find him."

"He hasn't left the ice-edged sabre, has he?" Valer looked at George.

"No, he was using it." At George's words, Valer pulled out an amulet.

"This Tracking Charm is attached to the ice-edged sabre. I was going to break it after dinner, but I'm glad I didn't."

Hearing Valer's words, George's face lit up and he snatched the Talisman from Valer's hand. He closed his eyes and went where the amulet took him. Sylvia followed him, but her face paled as she saw him slowly approaching the Abyss. When George reached the corner of Abyss, he pulled him to a stop.

George opened his eyes and saw that he was on the edge of the Abyss, but no sabre was visible. He leaned anxiously into the Abyss and Sylvia and Luke followed him. When the trio saw the lone sabre stuck in the Abyss, their faces paled.

Luke fell backwards slightly. His eyes were slowly filling. George was on his knees crying and on his knees lay Sylvia, who had fainted at the sight of the saber.