After holding it in for as long as he could, Oliver, one of the mages from the Mage's Court, finally spoke up.

"Logan, I know it's asking a lot… but can you teach me this method? I'm willing to pay any price."

A hush fell over the group.

After witnessing what Logan had accomplished without even using magic, everyone had been left stunned. If this was his capability without spells or mana… then what would he become with magic? Could anyone in the entire kingdom match him?

No… maybe not even in the entire world.

That thought echoed in every mind present.

And the most shocking part? He had just turned fifteen.

Oliver had merely voiced what everyone else had been thinking. Even the two elite hunters from Caelondor, Charles and Robert, felt the same urge to ask but held back.

"We're from a different kingdom," both thought. "Even if we came to help in the mission, that alone isn't enough to justify asking him for something so invaluable."

They remained silent, uncertain.

But Logan's next words shattered their expectations.

"Yes, I can… and I will," Logan said calmly. "But you don't have to give me anything in return."

"What?!" gasps rippled among them.

Even Ali couldn't keep his composure this time. He straightened his back, eyes wide in disbelief.

What Logan just agreed to teach… wasn't just some technique. It was a life-altering opportunity, a treasure that surpassed even the rarest magical artifacts. And he had offered it freely.

"Logan… are you sure?" Emily asked, concern furrowing her brow. "You already faced life-threatening danger just because a few people knew about this method. What if more people come after you now? What about your family? What will you do then?"

"I plan to teach this to everyone," Logan said calmly. "So I don't believe anyone needs to come after me. But even if someone does..." his gaze hardened slightly. "let them. A few sparrows fluttering around might actually help sharpen my blade."

His words sounded arrogant on the surface, but Ali saw through them.

"Maybe he's just that confident," Ali thought. "Logan doesn't speak without reason. Even though I've only known him for a few days, I can tell. He's not someone blinded by his own accomplishments."

Meanwhile, Oliver's face lit up. All he wanted was confirmation that he could learn it. And Logan had just said yes.

"So when do we start? How long will it take? Can I reach your level soon?" Oliver fired off a barrage of excited questions.

Logan chuckled lightly. "I want to start soon. But first… I'd like to spend a few quiet days with my family. At least one week."

"Of course! That's totally fine. We can wait," Oliver replied, overjoyed.

Charles and Robert exchanged a look of disbelief. Even now, they couldn't quite accept that Logan was willing to teach them something so valuable without asking for anything in return.

"Thank you for being so considerate, Logan," Ali said warmly. "Let's get you home first. Then we'll leave and wait until your break is over. Though…" he smirked. "Seems like our roles have reversed. Now you're the master, and I'm the disciple."

Suddenly, Logan's tone turned serious.

"No, Master." He interrupted in a steady voice. "Before we part ways, there are more important matters we need to discuss. And they can't wait."

The mood shifted again. The air grew tense.

Ali straightened. "Alright. I'm all ears."

"Not here," Logan said firmly. "And not like this. We need the presence of some other people as well. People who make kingdom-level decisions."

Ali's brows furrowed. "Who are we talking about?"

"For starters, the head of the Mage's Court, Mr. William. And someone from the royal palace with the authority to speak on behalf of the king. Because what I need to share… involves more than just this kingdom."

A heavy silence followed.

"Can't it wait until after your seven-day break?" Ali asked cautiously.

Logan shook his head. "It can wait. But during that time, more innocent people will die. So it's critical we act now." Then he turned to the others. "Until they arrive… please, all of you, be our guests."

Everyone looked at one another, unsure of what to say or do.

"Logan, I don't think that's appropriate," Noah finally spoke up. "It'll take at least a full day for everyone to arrive. And staying in your house that long, it feels impolite."

Logan smiled gently. "It's not impolite at all, Mr. Starwind. Please, be our guests. It's the least I can do for those who came to my aid."

Then his voice turned a bit more serious again. "Besides, this matter will need your opinions too. You've seen with your own eyes how serious this is. You can help me convince others. I can't just challenge every person to a duel just to make them listen, can I?"

He chuckled softly, lightening the mood just a little.

Everyone still looked a bit hesitant, unsure whether it was truly all right to impose on Logan's household. But after a moment of reflection, Ali finally spoke up.

"Alright then. Let's head to your house for now. Once everyone you need for the discussion arrives, we'll sit down and talk properly."

"Thank you, Master," Logan said with quiet sincerity.

The others exchanged glances and gradually nodded, silently agreeing with the plan.

"Let's head back now, Master," Logan suggested. "Yesterday was rough on everyone. You all deserve some rest. We'll talk again once everyone's here."

Ali nodded.

One by one, they all boarded the carriage again. Once everyone was settled, the coachman gave the reins a snap, and the carriage rolled forward, beginning the short journey back.

As they traveled, a quiet curiosity lingered in the air.

Many of them had questions burning inside, about the technique, about Logan, about everything, but none knew how to break the silence or where to begin.

Until, at last, Ali gave voice to what everyone was wondering.

"Logan," he asked gently, "how did you even come across a technique like this?"

The moment the question was asked, every head turned toward Logan.

He paused for a moment, his eyes flickering with hesitation.

Then he spoke, calmly but firmly. "Master… please don't take it the wrong way, but that's the one thing I can't reveal. Everything else..... feel free to ask."

How could he possibly even explain that he had been reincarnated into the future? That he had lived another life? Wouldn't they think he was insane?

Ali held his gaze for a second, then smiled warmly, waving a hand.

"No worries at all. I think we're already more than grateful that you've chosen to share it with us at all. So don't feel pressured because I asked. It was just curiosity."

His words lightened the mood. A few smiles broke out. The carriage rolled on quietly, but with a growing sense of anticipation about what was to come.

It didn't take long for the carriage to reach Smith Villa again as the distance was short, and the path familiar.

As soon as it arrived, everyone began to get down one by one.

The moment Logan stepped out, he noticed someone waiting at the door.

It was Alice.

Her eyes lit up the instant she saw him. She quickly walked over, her steps hurried yet graceful.

"Logan, you're back!" she said with a relieved smile.

Though Logan had only been gone for a little while, a quiet worry had lingered in her heart. After spending three long years in the dark..... unsure whether her son was even alive, it was only natural for her to feel anxious.

Logan returned her smile warmly. "Yes, Mother."

Alice then turned to the guests behind him and greeted them with gentle courtesy.

"Welcome, everyone. Please, come inside."

Soon, they all stepped into the villa, one after another.

As they stepped inside the villa, everyone could feel the change in the atmosphere.

The tension was subtle, but unmistakable, and it all stemmed from what had happened with Mirena.

Though no one doubted that she had received exactly what she deserved, there was still a lingering unease because of her father.

No one knew how he would react when he learned the full truth.

Out of respect, Ali and the others decided not to interfere in the family's internal matters. Whatever followed… would be theirs to resolve.

Once Ali was shown to his room, he wasted no time. He took out his communication scroll, and with practiced ease, activated it to contact two people simultaneously.

One was William, the head of the Mage's Court. The other was none other than the King of Arcadia himself.

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One Hour Later at the Royal Palace....

A fifteen-year-old girl sat quietly by the window, lost in thought.

It was none other than Daliah.

She stared absentmindedly at the royal garden outside, her expression distant, her mind clearly elsewhere.

Just then, the door to her room creaked open.

Daliah's eyebrows instantly furrowed. She turned sharply, ready to scold yet another servant for entering without permission.

But before she could say a word, an excited voice rang out.

"Get ready, Daliah! We're going to Aerundale. He's back!" It was Rowan, her brother.

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