The Greatest Sinner

"That's the spirit, boy." Zak got up from his chair, looked at Margaret and said.

"We're off to the site, bring us this." Zak left the hall, gesturing for Evan to follow him.

The young man left the room just as quickly.

Left alone, Margaret looked at the maids and calmly said: "Cleaning up!"

The girls quickly began to clean the table where there was a pile of empty plates, many glasses and jugs.

Margaret was not going to help them. She simply left the room and went to the underground floor, where Evan had previously "Created".

...

"Commander Zak, if I'm about to learn my first spell, doesn't that mean you know what my Class is?"

Evan didn't quite understand how Zak could talk about spells if it wasn't yet known what type of magic Evan had a greater predisposition to.

"Evan, I don't know what type of magic suits you best. As I said before you can find out at the Academy of Magic, I hope you remember what I told you. Even if it's not your type of magic, you can still use it."

Even though Zak had tried to explain everything as thoroughly as possible Evan still had some questions. You could see it in the look on his face. So Zak decided to approach the matter from a different angle.

"Okay, let me put it another way. If you don't go to the Academy of Magic, you can find out what type you're most prone to on your own. But that's a very long and painful thing to do. After all, you will need three spells of the same level. You will have to practice using each of them for at least three months. Only after that will you be able to compare results and then figure everything out."

Zak hoped that at least now he had managed to explain everything to Evan.

Evan kept silent for a while. He thought about the information he had just obtained.

The young man nodded and asked a clarifying question: "All magicians can use each type of spell, but they do not do so because of their low effectiveness. So now I will be learning my first spell for experience, right?"

Zak smiled and nodded positively.

"Theory is good, of course, but you learn things much faster in practice. While Margaret's not here yet, I'll give you a little master class."

Whoosh.

Zak extended his hand forward and a small, round blob of flame appeared in his palm.

"It's a level zero spell, Fireball, pretty easy to use. And it's not hard to learn, but look at the effect."

Whoosh.

Zak swung his hand and sent a blob of flame straight at the nearest, wooden dummy.

Evan was surprised by what he saw and the only word that came to his mind was, "Weakly..."

Zak wasn't offended by that, but just laughed out loud, "AHAHAHA, you're absolutely right. It's just stuff, not damage."

There was virtually nothing wrong with the dummy. Except for a small black spot at the point of impact. Nothing else had happened.

Of course, if Zak had used more mana there wouldn't have been a trace left of the dummy. It was just too inefficient and costly for an Amplifier like him.

Evan didn't understand why Zak was so excited, but it was quickly explained to him.

"As you can see because I'm an Amplifier and used a spell based on Creation Magic, the efficiency was just terrible. Now look at the difference."

Zak picked up his most common sword and walked closer to the already metal and clearly very sturdy dummy.

Whoosh.

The sword burst into a bright flame and the temperature multiplied in an instant. Evan felt like he was next to a huge bonfire that could burn anything.

Zak raised his sword up and made a diagonal swing at the dummy in one swift motion.

As a result, the top part of the dummy fell to the ground. And at the site of the cut, the metal, red-hot from the incredible temperature, was still bubbling.

"You see it. That's the difference between when you use your type of magic and when you don't have a predisposition to it." Zak removed the flame and returned the sword to the rack.

<It`s unbelievable power, all because the right type of magic was used>. Evan drew certain conclusions from this demonstration. He began to delve deeper and deeper into how magic worked in this world.

Zak didn't distract him. He simply began to do the exercises as in his routine training.

...

After a while, Margaret came up to them. She had a plain gray book in her hand.

"Mr. Zak, here is everything you asked for." The girl handed the spell book to Zak.

"Okay. Send someone to bring me a drink, my throat is dry."

Margaret nodded and walked slowly away from the practice area.

Evan stared intently at the book in Zak's hand. He understood what was waiting for him and this thought brought a wide smile to his face.

"Boy, let's go sit down, now you you're going not to fight but learn. Let's see how fast you learn." Zak made his way to the very table they had sat at the last time.

To Evan surprise the hole in the wall that was left by Zak`s sword had already been filled.

They sat down at the table and Zak handed the book to Evan.

"Start reading. If you don't understand anything, ask."

Of course, Zak could explain everything to Evan right away. But he did not want to spoil his first impression of learning magic with his advice. In his opinion, it should be an unforgettable and unique experience. Without anyone else's interference.

Evan nodded and opened the book with anticipation. There was nothing on the cover. In appearance, the book looked more like a shabby plant book than a spell book. But you can't judge a book by its appearance. It's the content that counts.

<So, what do we have here?> The first thing Evan saw, was a large inscription - Zero level spell "Magical Missile".

After reading those words, Evan was no longer stopped. He kept reading and reading, soaking up all the information like a sponge and making his own theories and assumptions along the way.

Zak saw how deep into his studies Evan was, he left him continue studying on his own.

...

<Astonishing. The spells in this world are radically different from the ones I used in my previous life.>

Evan had been reading for an hour and during that time he had received a lot of new information.

Zak had chosen this particular spell for a reason. In his opinion, "Magic Missile" was the best option for beginners who had never cast a spell before. Regardless of Class.

The young man learned about the nature of the spell itself and how to use it. He also learned how to channel his mana and how to interact with it to make it successful.

Evan had thought before that magic was as simple as ABC. But in fact it was harder and wiser than he could have imagined.

...

About five hours later, as it was getting dark and sunset was approaching, Evan sighed and closed the book.

The information was overwhelming. Any other person would have had a headache after an hour of intensive study, but not Evan. He was simply too involved in the process.

Evan was projecting in his head how the "Magic Missile" process itself should happen.

"Well, I see you've got a lot of persistence. Don't you want to put what you've learned into practice?" Zak had finished his training long ago. He wanted to see what Evan would do. He was bursting with interest.

Evan looked at his commander and nodded confidently. Evan got up from his desk and walked over to one of the wooden dummies.

He closed his eyes and rehearsed his next move once more.

<Okay, it should work>

Evan opened his eyes and stretched his hand forward, pressing all but his index finger against his palm. He pointed his index finger directly at the dummy.

The next moment the crimson orb inside "Nirvana" began to rotate, setting the mana in motion.

A pale blue liquid-like substance began to gather around Evan's finger.

<Not bad. He` s managed to release and channel his mana on the first try> Zak made certain notes for himself.

<Done>.

Bam.

The moment Evan realized he had gathered enough mana, the cluster of mana at the end of his finger glowed brightly. And Evan shot a pale blue beam directly at the dummy, which was torn to splinters in an instant.