CHAPTER 6

After two hours of intense training—running exercises and sword stances—on the training grounds with his father, Harry was completely drenched in sweat. He collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air. Seeing him in this state, Lor chuckled and said, "Harry, go wash yourself and then meet me in my office."

Harry nodded, too exhausted to speak, and pushed himself up. He made his way to his room, where he cleaned himself up, changed into fresh clothes, and soon found himself standing before his father's office. He knocked on the door, following proper royal etiquette—no one, not even a son, could barge into the Lord's office unannounced.

The door opened, and the family butler, Steward, greeted him with a polite nod. "The Lord is expecting you, young master."

Harry nodded in return and stepped inside. His father was seated at his grand desk, signing documents. Lor gestured for him to take a seat before setting the papers aside. As he looked at his son, his mind drifted back to the brilliance Harry had displayed the previous night—the small stars, as some had called them, illuminating the entire mansion. The light bulbs. Even now, it was difficult for Lor to fully grasp the ingenuity behind them.

Harry had explained it to him in great detail, though he had struggled to understand the more technical terms. But the way Harry had put it in simpler words had made it somewhat clearer—those bulbs absorbed the sun's energy and converted it into light, shining like the stars in the sky.

After a moment of silence, Lor spoke. "Harry, what you accomplished yesterday was nothing short of commendable. I also heard you mention that you want to install those light bulbs across our entire territory. Is that truly possible?"

Harry nodded confidently. "Yes, Father."

Lor sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Do you know, Harry, nights are always difficult for common civilians? Outside their homes, they rely on nothing but torches. If an emergency occurs, it becomes nearly impossible to move around in the darkness. Unlike mages, they do not have mana to summon fire at will."

Harry listened attentively, then asked curiously, "Then why haven't forgers created something like this before?"

Lor exhaled, recognizing that his ten-year-old son was still unfamiliar with many of the world's harsh realities. "Forgers have created devices that provide light during the night, but those were made by dwarves. They do not share their craftsmanship easily. When our king requested their help, they demanded an outrageous sum of money, claiming their work was too costly. Our empire has very few skilled forgers compared to the dwarves. Humanity may have greater numbers than other races, but we lack in quality. Most of our population consists of either those with no path at all or individuals with only mediocre talents."

Harry remained silent, absorbing his father's words. Lor continued, his tone more solemn now. "In the past, humanity was at war with itself. Back then, there was no empire—only scattered kingdoms constantly fighting one another. During those wars, countless valuable techniques, knowledge, and artifacts were lost."

Harry sat up straight, his expression serious. "I can light up the entire territory, but relying solely on solar panels might create problems later. If there's no sun, there will be no electricity." He paused, considering his next words carefully. "I have another way to generate power—wind energy. We have high, uninhabited mountains in our territory. If I install wind turbines there, they can generate enough electricity to power the entire Gold Territory."

Lor raised an eyebrow. "Wind turbines?"

Harry nodded. "Yes. I can forge the necessary parts and teach the mages how to assemble them. With their help, we can construct a large-scale power grid."

Lor leaned back in his chair, clearly impressed. "That's an ambitious plan. But now, let's talk about business." His voice took on a firm tone. "We are the Gold family—we don't just invent things, we do business. Even though you'll officially be an adult at fifteen, I believe you've already proven yourself capable. So, tell me, how do you plan to start your business?"

Harry smiled. "We'll charge people a monthly fee for electricity. I'll first teach some of our forgers how to craft the necessary components. I know they won't be able to replicate the entire design with their current skills, but if I break the process down into simpler parts, they'll be able to manufacture them efficiently." He gestured with his hands as he explained, his mind already working through the logistics. "Then, I'll train civilians to assemble these parts and install the systems. That way, we can mass-produce everything and eventually expand beyond our territory."

Lor stroked his beard, deep in thought. "That's a solid plan, but are you sure you're willing to share your knowledge? If others learn how to make these things, they could replicate your work."

Harry chuckled. "Dad, that's exactly where humanity has always fallen behind. If we hoard knowledge, how will progress happen? I'm not just going to stop after making one thing—this is just the beginning. Let others try to copy it if they want. By the time they figure out how to make what I've already created, I'll be ten steps ahead, working on something new."

Lor smirked, nodding in approval. "Good. You're thinking like a true leader."

Lor leaned forward, studying his son. Harry had shown remarkable intelligence and capability, far beyond his years. The light bulbs he created were still fresh in his mind.

"It's a good plan," Lor finally said, "but we need a strong name for your company. Have you thought of one?"

Harry blinked, momentarily caught off guard. In all his careful planning, he hadn't even considered a name. He tapped his fingers on the chair's armrest, lost in thought. After a few moments, his eyes lit up.

"Goldenova."

Lor raised an eyebrow. "Goldenova?"

Harry nodded. "It represents both our family's wealth and the innovation we will bring to the world. A golden nova—something bright, powerful, and revolutionary."

Lor muttered the name under his breath. Goldenova… nova… He found himself repeating it, testing the sound. It had a strong, commanding presence. A nova was a celestial explosion, a brilliant burst of light. The name was fitting—it symbolized the kind of impact Harry wanted to make.

He truly thinks ahead, Lor thought. At just ten years old, he understands the importance of branding and legacy. He's not just creating something useful—he's laying the foundation for something far greater.

After a moment, he gave a decisive nod. "Yes, we will use this name. It aligns with both your vision and our family's reputation."

Turning to his butler, Lor said, "Steward, summon all the forgers and available mages. Harry will speak with them."

Steward bowed slightly. "At once, my lord."

Lor glanced at Harry again, feeling a strange mixture of pride and disbelief. A child doing what trained forgers and scholars have failed to achieve for centuries… Where will his mind take him next?

Clearing his throat, he continued, "We have several large warehouses that were built for future projects. There's also a vast stretch of land surrounding them. You can start your company's journey from there."

Harry's eyes gleamed with excitement. "That's perfect."

Steward stepped forward. "I will gather everyone and inform you when they are ready."

Harry nodded. "I'll be in my room until then."

As his son left, Lor leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly.

Goldenova…

He had a feeling that years from now, this name would be known across the world.