Veil of the Inner Weave

At that moment, it seemed the Weave detected something!

Crack!

A searing pain stabbed through Muse's soul. The Weave he had previously touched now felt charged with high-voltage electricity, wildly scorching him. The connection to the Weave snapped instantly.

A pair of golden eyes seemed to notice this place from some unseen realm, but they were deceived by the Weave permissions Muse wielded.

The Weave reconnected, but Muse, barely holding on, forcefully suppressed his emotional fluctuations. He strove to enter a state of "supreme detachment," mimicking the mindset of a god—looking down upon everything with an aloof, lofty demeanor.

Simultaneously, Muse swiftly blended his mental energy with arcane power, crafting four peculiar arcane runes. He split his mental energy into four strands, each carrying one of these runes, and probed toward the Weave. Exploiting a flaw in the Weave itself, he deftly and rapidly unlocked four points of a spell slot grid, layer by layer, burrowing deep into its core.

Then, he pressed his mental tendrils against the densest, most radiant golden layer of the Weave—the [Inner Weave], reserved solely for the gods.

Boom—

A thunderous roar erupted in Muse's mind. A brand-new system of spell slots unfurled before him… the unique spell slot system of an Arcanist!

Then, everything fell silent.

Only now was Muse's initiation as an Arcanist truly complete!

Feeling this familiar power, a slight smile tugged at Muse's lips. He opened his eyes, stretched his numb body, and rose from the bed. Clad in pajamas, his bare feet sank into the luxurious goose-feather carpet as he walked step by step to the window. With a swift motion, he flung open the half-drawn curtains.

Bright sunlight flooded in, illuminating the entire room. Muse squinted against the long-absent light, basking in its warmth. He waved a hand to halt Mina, who had entered to investigate the commotion, signaling her to wait outside.

Meanwhile, Muse calmly analyzed everything: "It seems that after I unleashed my Arcane [Black Hole Vortex], something beyond my knowledge occurred. The souls of myself, Iliya, and Eliya fused into this dark golden crystal under some unknown circumstance, crossing the river of time to return to this moment, reincarnating into my body at this point in time."

"But only my consciousness found a vessel and awoke. Iliya and Eliya might lack sufficient soul energy and remain in an unknown state, unable to awaken."

Muse gazed out the window. The meticulously tended flowers, plants, and trees stretched vibrantly under the servants' care, exuding life as if last night's storm hadn't left a single mark on them. But Muse knew this was merely the result of the servants' diligent efforts.

Still, he found the scene pleasing, and that was enough. Just like himself—despite all he had endured, he was still here, with a chance to change everything. That was enough.

A faint smile curved Muse's lips as he decided to set his worries aside for now. No matter what, he would find a way to revive Iliya and Eliya.

Turning, Muse walked straight to the grand, expensive wardrobe made of northern redwood and opened its doors. A dazzling array of clothing greeted his eyes.

He shed his pajamas and, with a touch of unfamiliarity, selected a few pieces to wear.

Glancing at the full-length mirror beside the wardrobe, he saw a figure whose hair was slightly disheveled and attire somewhat unkempt from his long coma. Yet his eyes shone brightly, the wise and steady demeanor of an Arcanist radiating naturally despite his efforts to suppress it.

Combined with the unique air of nobility, this lent him a distinct charm.

With a soft chuckle, Muse clapped his hands lightly, calling for Mina outside the door.

Mina quickly entered. When she saw Muse, her eyes sparkled, and she froze for a moment, entranced. But she soon snapped out of it, a lovely blush creeping up her cheeks.

Muse chuckled again and instructed, "Help me tidy up. I'm going to see my father."

"Ah, yes," Mina replied. Still blushing, she stepped behind him and skillfully began adjusting his appearance, keeping her head lowered the entire time.

Soon, Muse looked into the mirror at his neatly dressed figure and groomed appearance, nodding in satisfaction. He pushed open the door and stepped out.

Mina kept her head down. Only after Muse's figure disappeared around the corner did she lift her gaze, covering her face with her hands and muttering, "Strange… I've been attending to the Young Master every day, so why did I react like this today? I've embarrassed myself in front of him… What if he doesn't like me acting this way?"

Unaware of Mina's flustered antics back in the room, Muse was now striding down the spacious hallway toward his father's study, where he typically worked.

"Young Master Muse, good day." "Young Master Muse, good day."

Along the way, every servant he passed paused their tasks to greet him.

Muse responded with slight nods.

Before long, he arrived outside Atro's study. Two guards stood on either side of the door—loyal retainers who had served the Newton family for over a decade. Even here, they were fully armed, vigilant against any sudden threats.

Muse held great respect for these two steadfast retainers. In a gentle tone, he said, "Uncle Orville, Uncle Whisk, please inform my father that I'd like to see him."

"Young Master Muse, please wait a moment," replied the guard named Orville in a steady voice.

The other guard, Whisk, stepped aside slightly. Orville turned, giving the door a light knock.

"Lord Viscount, Young Master Muse wishes to see you."

Soon, Atro's voice came from within: "Let Muse in."

"Young Master Muse, please enter," Orville said, opening the door and stepping aside.

Muse walked in. Behind him, Orville closed the door, resuming his post alongside Whisk.

Inside the ornately decorated study, a faint, elegant fragrance filled the air. Muse easily recognized it as the scent of a costly luxury from the High Elven Empire—Light of the Forest incense.

Though expensive, this High Elven luxury made one feel as if they were immersed in nature, effectively relieving mental stress. As a result, many nobles and mages spared no expense to acquire it.