Part 11 – The Offer
No one, not even myself, believed I had magic—let alone wind magic.
Well, wind magic was important to me for three reasons.
First of all, I was a Breach. And based on my family background, no one had ever possessed magic. But I did.
Second, my magic was five-star. In the Empire and the Church, magic was ranked from one to six stars. So my magic was as powerful as that of nobles—five stars—just one level below the hero and the princess, Henry and Adriana.
Third, and most importantly, I had wind magic. It was rare. You couldn't even find it in the Empire. Two major magic types—ice and wind—were extremely rare.
Ice magic belonged to the Flor family. But wind magic was different. It used to belong to a prominent noble house, and after that house was destroyed, no one had wind magic anymore. Not even the four great noble families.
Its rarity came from its insane speed—faster even than the Hyper family, who were famous for their speed—and its destructive power was off the charts.
There was a possibility that maybe I inherited it from my mother, that she was from a noble family or a descendant of one. But according to the Church and the old man, the records said my mother was a Breach too.
The old man was still in shock over my magic. He couldn't believe it.
"Grandfather."
Silence.
"Grandfather!"
Old man: "Huh? What is it? What happened?"
"Nothing, I just needed to talk to you."
Old man: "Alright, what is it?"
"Well, I wanted to ask…"
But my words were cut off by Sister Patolina's arrival.
Sister Patolina: "Sorry to interrupt at a bad time! But Father wants to see you."
"…What for?"
At this hour?
Anyway, she took us to the dormitory—not the monastery.
After she dropped us off, Sister Patolina left.
When I looked inside the dorm, the room was lit by a single candle. Nothing special—just a desk, a bookshelf, and a bed.
"Thanks for coming!"
I screamed in fear.
It was Father, walking toward us, motioning for us to sit.
Who even put that chair there? I hadn't noticed it.
Father: "Well, Mr. Jejin…"
I laughed.
The old man gave me a sharp look.
"Sorry, go on, Father."
Father: "Yes, Mr. Jejin…"
I laughed again.
The old man smacked the back of my head, and I went completely silent.
Father: "I have a proposal I hope you'll accept. I need to speak with a friend of mine to teach Tom how to use magic."
Old man: "I completely agree, Father. But you know nothing comes for free. What do you want in return?"
Father: "Well, how about I write a letter saying the Church will support Tom in everything he needs. The Church will provide… just provide."
Old man: "Just provide what?"
Father: "If the Church can somehow make use of Tom, it's beneficial. If Tom succeeds, everyone will say it's thanks to the blessings of the Great Goddess and the *ians. And of course, the Church. Meaning Tom must remain under the Church's wing."
"This is entirely in your and Tom's favor. You know how it is in the Empire—either you're a noble or you have family prestige to succeed."
"Unfortunately, you're neither. So maybe Tom won't succeed and will end up a gardener like you for the rest of his life. His talent wasted."
"But with the Church's support, they'll use their influence to help Tom succeed."
"So your lack of noble status and family background won't matter."
Old man: "I accept."
Father: "Really?"
Old man: "I agree. No need for extra explanation. Just tell me—when will your friend come to teach Tom?"
Father: "Yes, yes. Now that you've given final approval, I'll send a letter to the Grand Church tomorrow to ensure all the material and spiritual support I mentioned will be provided."
I was about to leave with the old man when—
Father: "Just one thing. Since Tom is under the Church's protection now, there's no need to sell paintings anymore. We'll cover his financial needs. Just make sure any time he wants to go out, it's coordinated with the Church."
On the way back to the room, the old man suddenly stopped and stared at the full moon.
Old man: "Do you know why I accepted this offer?"
"No, why, Grandfather?"
Old man: "Our ancestors were born with pride. They chose the title 'Breach' to prove that even a Breach can succeed. Your father, like me and our ancestors, was a Breach. He was smart, clever. But unfortunately, he lacked the tools to succeed. He kind of made it… but well, you'll understand one day."
"Now this opportunity has come to you. I don't want your talent to be wasted like your father's. That's why I agreed to be indebted to the Church—so you can succeed."
And he left.
His words kept echoing in my mind—especially the part about his son. I had to find out what happened.
…
Father said he sent the letter to the Church, and the next day, we were waiting for someone from the Church to come train me.
Me, the old man, Sister Patolina, and Father were all waiting for a familiar face.
There was a knock at the Church door. A man entered, cloaked and masked. He pulled down the mask and…
End of Part 11.
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