A few weeks later, Dylan was running around the garden as he usually did to get some exercise.
"Son, Dylan!" Anelia called to her son.
"Mom!" Dylan immediately ran over when he heard his mother's call.
"Take a shower and get dressed properly, your father has a surprise for you," Anelia said, somewhat excited.
"I'll do it right away, Mom," Dylan replied, pretending to be excited too.
••••
Several minutes later, Dylan found himself in the mansion's main hall.
Dylan was sitting next to his parents on an elegant sofa, and in front of them, with only a coffee table between them, was a bald old man with a beard and mustache, wearing a white wizard's robe with silver trim on the sleeves.
"Who is this ugly old man? I don't even need to use mana to know he's weaker than me," Dylan wondered to himself.
"Son, this is Mr. Aram. He is a magic tutor who will teach you the basics of magic and help you learn how to cast basic spells. And maybe later he'll teach you the basic principles of intermediate magic," Demian said calmly to his son.
"Wow! How exciting! Thank you, Father. I really wanted to learn how to master magic," Dylan said enthusiastically.
Dylan looked at his future tutor with a friendly expression and said respectfully,
"I'll be in your care, Master Aram."
"It's a pleasure to meet you. You seem to be a very talented child. I will help you lay the foundations for a promising future," said the magician Aram in a formal tone.
"Thank you, Master," said Dylan respectfully, but without letting go of his feigned joy so that his parents would see that he was satisfied.
••••
The next morning
"How long will I have to pretend to learn magic from a low-level 3-Moon wizard? One year. I'll try not to stand out, but I won't appear mediocre either," thought Dylan as he sat in an armchair in his room with his nanny putting some clothes in the closet.
A few minutes later, the wizard who would teach Dylan magic entered the room.
A board came out of wizard Aram's magic ring and began to float. The nanny remained seated on the edge of the bed, as she had decided to stay and look after Dylan.
Applause!
"Mr. Aram, that's amazing! How did you make that board float?" Dylan asked with feigned enthusiasm and curiosity.
Magician Aram puffed out his chest. Few people dislike being idolized, and he was no exception.
In order not to lose young Dylan's attention, Magician Aram began to explain the principles behind the magic of telekinesis.
Several symbols and magic circles appeared on the board. Magician Aram made some toys float around the room, linking the movements to the magic symbols and then to the magic circles.
The teacher saw Dylan's bright eyes and felt even more motivated to continue with his lessons.
••••
"Young master, what can you conclude from today's class?" Aram asked Dylan when the two-hour class was over.
"That magic is a way of crystallizing possibilities through a concrete idea," Dylan replied, trying to sound only slightly indecisive.
"That's correct, but as there is already established precedent in the magical knowledge we currently possess, there are already ideas crystallized in magic circles, which can be modified at will using magical symbols."
The wizard Aram made six sheets of paper float and handed them to Dylan.
"On those sheets of paper, there are basic magical symbols and descriptions of their uses. Learn them for the next class so that you can understand the principles of basic magic."
"I will, Master Aram. Thank you for your lessons," Dylan said enthusiastically.
Aram, who was pleased with his new student, said goodbye to him and headed to the guest room that had been assigned to him.
Shortly after the wizard Aram left, Dylan's nanny went out to find lunch for Dylan to eat.
••••
Dylan read the symbols, a third of which he had already seen in the book his father had given him, memorized the rest, and finally put the sheets of paper in the drawer of the nightstand next to his bed.
"This will be boring at first, but I'll make sure to thank my teacher properly. In the end, he'll be proud that his student has surpassed him," Dylan laughed, and shortly after, the door opened and the nanny came in with his lunch.
••••
A few weeks had passed, and Dylan had performed brilliantly without overdoing it. Since it was his day off, he was walking around the mansion.
Dylan's gaze deepened when he saw the gardener openly staring at Elena's nanny.
"Well, well, 'Plant Fertilizer' forgot why he was hired. I almost forgot about you," thought Dylan, who simply turned around and headed for his father's study.
••••
During the last few days, when Dylan didn't have classes, he spent his time watching the gardener, looking for the perfect opportunity to get rid of him without leaving any clues. But the man was so disciplined that he only tended the garden, took the necessary time for his meals, and at the end of the day went to the staff dormitory.
"You're such a boring guy, and you're just an ordinary human being. You won't even give me a point. I'd better wait. If you fuck my sister's babysitter, I'll kill you both horribly. That way, I'm sure to get at least one point." Dylan smiled at the idea of getting Perverse Points, and from that day on, he stopped watching Hernan, as he considered it to be very boring and fruitless.
••••
It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon.
At the entrance to the mansion, there was a simple carriage, which was pulled by two horses waiting for the coachman's signals.
When Dylan turned ten, his magic teacher gave him a book on the principles of intermediate magic as a farewell gift.
"Thank you, Master Aram. I learned a lot from you, and I will cherish this gift," Dylan said with feigned gratitude.
"I am also grateful to have had such a talented student as you. You have been and will always be my favorite student," Aram said proudly as he looked at the student he had trained, since Dylan never tried to show off or make him feel inferior with his talent. Dylan always pretended that he had learned everything about magic from the wizard Aram.
"Have a good trip, magician Aram," Viscount Demian said in a calm tone but with genuine gratitude.
"Yes, we hope that in the future you will witness the student you prepared," Anelia said with a somewhat moved voice, because she was also grateful for the teachings they had given her son.
"I hope the future of the Gray viscountcy is prosperous. I bid you farewell," said Aram, turning around, walking to the carriage, climbing in, and then the coachman waved the reins and the carriage began to drive away.
"Goodbye, Master Aram!" exclaimed Dylan in a feigned emotional voice, then a tear ran down his cheek.
"Don't worry, son, you'll see him again in the future, if the opportunity arises," Anelia said to Dylan to cheer him up.
When the carriage had already left the grounds of the mansion, everyone returned to the interior of the mansion.