A Boy Raised by Gods, Will Be the Strongest

Will 7 years old winter.

I grew up quickly and absorbed the teachings of the gods,

The water dragon day is Ronin's sword art dojo, the fire dragon day is Milia's healing class, and the wooden dragon day is Vandal's magic class.

That's why today I learn magic from Father Vandal.

Vandal is known as a theorist among the gods, so he doesn't suddenly pass a wooden sword like Ronin. We do not incense herbs properly like Milia.

First of all, they read history books etc. thoroughly because of classroom lectures.

"Why not a magic book, a history book?"

One day I asked if I was wondering if I was reading a book that had nothing to do with magic.

"The basis of magic lies in knowledge. To understand the vast system of magic, you need basic knowledge."

And Vandal continues.

"I want you to be smarter. I want you to learn more and be a magician who can see things on a global scale.

Vandal first taught me how to read and write, and then taught me about the origins of this world, the history of this country, etc.

"The Kingdom of Midnear is a historic great power at the center of the world. Because of the center of the world, it has always been involved in the war, but this table mountain is the only inviolable area of each country. Why do you know? "

"Because there are Vandal fathers?"

"That's right. Gods live in this Table Mountain. Instead of not interfering with the lower world, the nations of the lower world also have unwritten rules that do not interfere."

"Fun Ritsu?"

"It was a difficult word for a child. To put it simply, there is such a rule."

"I know the rule. Ronin's rule is to drink alcohol every day. Mom's rule is to wear beautiful skin every day."

"My rule is to read books every day."

"Yeah, I like to follow Daddy Vandal and read one book every day."

"Isn't that amazing?"

Asked Vandal to give me a picture book, but I looked sober.

"Are you reading a picture book every day? I guess I'll run out. I'll buy a new one the next time I go to the city. Now be patient."

"No, I read with my father Vandal every day."

"What? Together with me?"

I point to the thick book in Vandal's study.

"I read this yesterday."

I pointed to an ancient magician, Cal Rahab, who wrote a book called Fire Dragon.

"No way, this is written in an ancient magic language."

"Isn't that the ancient magic language that Mr. Vandal speaks well?"

"That's solitude. Did you decipher it?"

"Yup!"

And nods cheerfully.

"I can't believe it. Is it true?"

"That's true, so I'll show you. Try to say the right page."

"If so, page 211"

"The 211, or what's written, is a piece of fire magic written by Cal Rahab. It's Cal Rahab's original. "Wonder"

Vandal confirms the book of the fire dragon.

"... That's right. Will you read and remember this difficult book in just one day?"

"The contents were so small that I learned so hard. If I remember, would you always be able to read it in my head?"

Vandal opened his narrow eyes and muttered, "Is this a genius ...?"

"……Incredible"

So, muttering Vandal, I take action to believable.

"Some parts are still unclear, but I can use magic in the spellbook. Look."

When I say that, I open the window and point outside.

Casts magic at rocks outside the house.

The magic of Firestorm. Firestorm.

A small flame from my hand swirls as I approach the rock.

It was a storm of fire when it surrounded the rocks.

Flame Storm burns powerfully.

"Well, how will you use Firestorm at that age?"

Vandal has an astonishing look, but I'm calm and magical.

Wandal thinks of seeing Will who manages the magic calmly and calmly.

This child is a genius itself.

Usually, children learn magic at the earliest at the age of seven.

Is it about 10 years old that learns the basic magic, such as “Ignition” and “Nemesis”, and learns the magic of “Fireball”?

He skipped it and turned to seven years old, and he was using Firestorm.

And the magic was not learned by Vandal, but learned on his own.

Vandal was not such a dexterous child.

In other words, this child is a masterpiece that surpasses the magician Kirinji Vandal, who has been described alone for hundreds of years.

Honestly, Vandal didn't care when the all-purpose god Reus brought this child. He didn't frolic like Ronin or Miria. On the contrary, I remember that she had a disgusted face with May fly.

But how is it? In fact, touching Will, a human child, changed my mind.

He knew that there were more talented and more potential human children in this world than he had, and the blood of the old tree blew.

"This child may be able to reach the magical truth."

I mutter with fishing.

A magician of the sage class, who was called the highest intelligence, challenged the magician again, and this child may be able to reach the magical truth that could not be reached after all.

Vandal, thinking so, loosens his cheeks.

It's tempting to reach the truth but not yourself, but I'm less jealous than I thought.

Looking at Will's carefree smile, that kind of thing disappears.

I can only be happy if my son thinks he will surpass him.

"Innumerable sages who once challenged the truth of magic. Let's declare here right now. My son is the one who will fulfill the wish of all sorcerers."

The magical god Vandal shouted in her heart and hugged her beloved son.