The next day ,at dinner time
Accompanied by a gentle classical melody, Anvis explained his condition to the marquis.
At this moment, Marquis Kallen was savoring a piece of delicious Annie Cake.
It was a type of meringue–berry–cream cake, built from thick layers of sweet white cream, neatly piled fresh berries with bright colors and fragrant aroma, and crisp wyvern-egg meringue.
The patissier had perfectly fused the strengths of all three elements, creating a dessert both beautiful in appearance and delightful in taste.
According to legend, this dessert was created in the early days of the Magic Empire by the royal head pâtissier to celebrate the birthday of Princess Annie.The little princess was very pleased when she tasted it. When asked about its name, she learned it had none—so she named it after herself.
Kallen was fond of this cake with its crisp shell and cloud-soft interior.It always reminded him of his first encounter with Elena—elegant and decisive, yet with a gentle, delicate side, sweet and slightly tangy in temperament.
"Are you saying… you're ready to officially advance?"
After tasting another bite of Annie Cake, the marquis set down his fork and dabbed the corner of his mouth with a napkin. He then lifted his gaze, dark eyes fixed on Anvis' smiling face, a hint of surprise in his expression.Even in the Kallen family's history, Anvis' advancement speed was considered extremely fast.
"Yes, Father. I reached the limit of my mental power last night.Even if I don't choose to advance on my own, I'll naturally progress at midnight."
Smiling elegantly, Anvis reached out and took a glass of Forest's Dream juice from the maid's tray, taking a light sip.
This juice resembled pale green, faintly glowing mist. It tasted fresh and sweet, like drinking a mouthful of flowing fog—like a soft, cool cloud melting on the tongue.
"Haha—good! Very good!"
Hearing Anvis' words, the marquis became delighted, his laughter filled with the joy of a father hearing of his child's growth.
"But since you're preparing to advance—how much do you know about the formal advancement process, and the concept and selection of an initial spell?"
His expression turned serious as he shifted the topic to the details of the advancement.
Hearing this, Elena also paused her movement and looked up at the two of them.
These two questions were critical. A well-prepared advancement and a reckless one could lead to vastly different achievements in a psion's future path.
Setting down the crystal goblet, Anvis picked up his white napkin and gently wiped the corner of his mouth, making his expression appear calmer and more natural.
Then he organized his thoughts. His sky-blue eyes met the marquis', and with a slow, clear tone, he delivered the explanation he had already prepared.
"Basic Psionic Theory states that to become a formal psion, one must meet two conditions:First: condense a Core of Mental Power.Second: construct an initial spell model within the mental sea.
When mental power reaches a certain threshold, the caster can select a point within the mental sea as the center, guiding their mental power to rotate around it with a specific frequency, continuously 'compressing' it through conscious will.
Once compressed enough, the mental core will naturally form.
The stronger the mental power, the higher the chance of successfully condensing the core.
If the caster's total mental power reaches the upper limit of the mental sea, the core will form naturally within 24 to 30 origin hours.This was how ancient psions advanced in early times.
However, by the mid-era of the Ancient Rootless Civilization, this method was almost entirely abandoned.
The reason: with the same total mental power, naturally formed cores were generally inferior in quality compared to those formed through controlled compression."
Pausing, Anvis took another sip of the cool, mist-like juice, soothing his throat.
"Like a newborn opening their eyes to the world for the first time, the moment the core condenses, the caster opens the 'eyes of a mage' and glimpses a truer reality.At this moment, they enter a brief state of 'over-limit perception.'
In this state, the spell model built before advancement will transform in an unknown—but beneficial—way. This is how the initial spell is formed.
As the psion's rank increases, the rank of the initial spell also rises, undergoing further unknown changes.
Because of innate limits, most casters can only construct the simplest spell structure before advancement.
And there is a cap of two initial spells. Even if a genius constructs more than two beforehand, only the first two will undergo transformation.
According to the Continental Psion Council's statistics, due to their simplicity and impressive power after transformation, Magic Missile and Fireball are the two most commonly chosen initial spells."
Finishing the long explanation, Anvis drank the remaining juice and returned the cup to the tray.
"I'm finished, Father."
The marquis nodded with satisfaction, clearly pleased with Anvis' knowledge.Elena also smiled, eyes filled with delight.
"Then—have you already chosen the initial spell you want to construct?"
The marquis nodded again, a hint of relief appearing in his gaze.
"Yes, Father. I am planning to—"
"Oh—Anvis! Why can't you call me 'Dad' like when you were younger? There's no need to be so formal! Save that for a few years later."
Just as he was about to reveal his choice, the marquis suddenly interrupted with an unhappy tone—and the reason made Anvis almost laugh out loud.
"My dear Carlot~ why can't you wait until our child finishes speaking before you interrupt?Go on, my sweet Anvis—Mama is listening."
Having the conversation she cared about disrupted, the elegant duchess narrowed her violet eyes and gave the marquis a gentle smile.
The marquis shrank back slightly, pretending not to notice as he resumed cutting the remaining meringue cake on his plate—and swallowed the piece that Elena's glare had frozen solid from the inside out.
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(lol and bruh)