Mana Stones

"Come here, you fucking brat, you're dead, you are fucking dead," Peter barked.

He then lunged himself towards Orson with eyes crimson red with anger. Orson took large steps back in an attempt to evade his father but his father was already too close reaching for him. Seeing this, Orson quickly pulled out his knives and readied himself. His father, being the one that trained him knew at that moment that Orson was going for mutual destruction.

"Little brat, you forgot I was the one who taught you how to fight, let's see what you'll be able to do when I take away those knives, " Peter said.

He then picked up a stool and threw it at Orson, who tried to dodge the attack. Using the opportunity in Orson's lack of concentration, Peter was able to snatch Orson's knives away.

"Well, if you take away my knives, then I'll just have to bring out my spare, " Orson said.

He then brought out a new pair of knives, this one looking more disturbing than the last. At a glance, Peter could tell that if those knives were to as much as just graze his skin a little, he would be in for a world of pain.

"You know, if you had used those knives against the guard, you might have won right? Where did you even get those devilish contraptions titled knives from? " Peter asked.

"I didn't use them against the guard because... You know why I didn't use them, and again I didn't think the guard would overpower me quickly and rough handle me up to that level. As for why these knives look the way they do, it's because I had the local blacksmith craft them to look this way, and I coated them with a nasty toxin of my making, so you better stand back because what that guard did to me, is the last anyone would ever do to me, " Orson said.

While he was speaking, he waved the knives left and right, ready to strike like a scorpion's sting.

"I'll forgive you for your actions today, try me again, and I won't be so nice," Peter said.

When Peter said this, Orson scoffed and finally relaxed while also putting his knives away. Just then, he had a passing thought that left him in confusion.

'If it was in my old world, you pull a hair off of a child's hair when he doesn't want, and you can be sued'

This very thought that Orson had, he tried thinking about it again to understand the statement more, but it was as if a large dam had been placed in his mind, and his brain was walking in quicksand through a fog. Orson had a feeling that what he had thought of was very important.

While he was trying to remember his thoughts, Peter was also in his own mind.

'What is this I just witnessed now? Did this boy truly just draw in Mana now, and was that a spark I saw? Like he was in the motion of casting a lightning strike or something, hmmm!'

Peter cleared his throat and spoke.

"So the letter... "

"What letter? " Orson asked.

His thoughts had left him in confusion.

"The letter is from the family of the guard that beat you up. Long story short, they're offering a large sum of money to keep things hush and not push charges against the guard, whose name turns out to be Charles, " Peter said.

"Honestly, I am confused right now, " Orson said.

"Well, when I update your info banks, you'll get a clearer picture. You see, I did some digging and found out that this Charles character isn't really a guard of the school, he is the son of an affluent family and he lost a bet to his little brother who is about the same age as you.

As you can already guess, the bet entails Charles working as a guard for a day if he loses, " Peter said

'Since when does my father do "a little digging" ' Orson thought.

"Well if they're as wealthy as you claim, then I don't think me even doing anything against them would have an effect, so why are they trying to charm me with cash? "

"Well, it looks like Charles has been involved in some pretty shady shit, and they are ongoing investigations on him; he is basically walking on thin ice, and a sticky situation like today's ordeal might or might not be able to bring him into police custody.

Also, we are not talking about cash here, but Mana stones, " Peter said.

What Peter had said left Orson shook as he couldn't believe his ears, and of course, it was the mention of Mana stones that left him that way.

"Wha-wh, what!? Mana stones? How much are we talking about? " Orson asked.

"What are you being so happy for? It's not like you can use Mana stones; you have no affinity for magic, remember? "

"What's with the unintelligent thought process father, you know I'm into artificing, and we can also advance the family business if the Mana stones are much. You and mum can also use it to cultivate, " Orson said.

'Family business huh... I'm not too sure about my comment on his lack of magic power. I know what I saw, and I think what the boy needs is an environment dense with magical energy, or sources of condensed Mana like Mana stones.

I was hatching a plan for the boy to get admitted into the Magic School and that guard presented a sweet opening for me. Well, turns out he wasn't really affiliated with the school as he wasn't a guard, but still, what his family put forward is really something.

What the hell am I even saying, I can milk both parties for benefits as my son is clearly the victim, and both the school and Charles have a role in it. Hmmm! I just referred to the brat as my son, I guess he's starting to grow on me,' Peter thought.