Another World Witch Training Manual

091. Showcasing Strength

Bermilt frowned: "Sinley, this is not the time to be willful—"

"I'm not being willful."

Xinlai raised her head and looked directly into her father's eyes. "Father, you made me pretend to be a useless person for more than twenty years in order to protect me."

"Now you're telling me to keep pretending, and then leave the royal city, leave Jinhui, like a deserter?"

Bermilt's face darkened: "Sinley, you don't understand the seriousness of the matter."

"I understand." Xinlai took a deep breath. "Father, there's something I've never told you."

"What is it?"

Xinlai stood up, took two steps back, and then slowly released her magical energy fluctuations.

Bermilt's pupils suddenly contracted.

The magical fluctuations started as faint ripples, but soon surged out like a tide, reverberating throughout the entire palace.

The candlelight flickered violently, and the oil paintings on the wall trembled slightly. Even the guards standing outside the door sensed something was amiss, and one of them asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty?"

"Step back," Bermelt said in a deep voice. "No one is to enter without my order."

"yes!"

The footsteps outside the door faded into the distance.

Only the father and son remained in the palace.

Bermilt stared at Sinlai, his aged eyes filled with disbelief: "This is... level 25? No, that's not right, her magic reserves far exceed level 25..."

"you……?"

"Father, I am now level 25." Xinlai withdrew her magic and sat back down on the low stool.

"But the magic reserves within me are indeed much greater than those of an ordinary level 25."

Bermilt fell silent.

His gaze swept over Xinlai, as if he were seeing his youngest son for the first time.

In his memory, Xin Lai's talent was mediocre. After more than 20 years of cultivation, she could only barely advance one level per year, not even as good as the royal guards.

But now, the magical fluctuations that Xinlai is exhibiting are at least at the level of level 25.

"How did you do that?" Bermilt's voice trembled slightly. "Where did you get your cultivation resources? Who taught you?"

Xinlai had already prepared his answer, and he calmly replied, "Father, to be honest, I'm not quite sure myself. Perhaps... I've finally figured it out."

"A breakthrough?" Bermilt clearly didn't believe it.

"It's that kind of thing... suddenly, your perception of magic becomes exceptionally sharp."

Xinlai made a confused expression, "It was probably the winter before last. I was reading a book in the castle, and suddenly I felt the magic in my body start to operate on its own."

"Since then, my cultivation speed has increased significantly."

This explanation is far-fetched, but it's not entirely impossible.

In the path of spiritual practice, there is indeed the concept of "sudden enlightenment."

Some people are stuck at a certain level for more than ten years, but then suddenly they have an epiphany and break through several levels at once.

Bermelt stared at Sinlai for a long time, then finally sighed. His expression slowly changed from shock to relief, and even a hint of pride.

"Level 25... Good, very good." A rare smile appeared on his face. "My father's youngest son is not a waste."

"It was my father's fault for being blind; all these years... I've wronged you."

Xinlai felt a warmth in her heart, but said aloud, "Father, I was never a good-for-nothing."

"Hahaha..." Bermilt laughed, then coughed a few times as he laughed.

Xinlai quickly stepped forward and patted his back.

"Very well, since you possess such strength, then your father is much more at ease." Bermilt wiped the corner of his mouth, a thoughtful look appearing in his eyes.

"Even so, your eldest brother is level 32 and your second brother is level 29. You are still no match for them, so what Father said before still holds true."

Xinlai shook her head: "Father, I'm not trying to fight them. I just don't want to run away. This is my home, and this is my father. I don't want to leave when he needs me the most."

Bermilt's eyes flickered, and his lips trembled slightly.

He reached out and patted Xinlai on the shoulder; his aged hand trembled slightly.

"Good child." His voice was choked with emotion. "Your father has made countless decisions in his life, some right and some wrong."

"But whether excluding you from power is the right decision... I only know that it is the best choice I can make as a father."

Xinlai grasped her father's hand: "Father, I understand."

"Do you really understand?" Bermelt looked into his eyes.

"I understand." Xinlai nodded. "Father doesn't not love me, he just doesn't dare to love me."

Bermilt's eyes suddenly reddened.

The palace remained quiet for a long time.

One of the candles had burned out, and the servant quietly asked outside the door if it needed to be replaced, but was impatiently scolded and driven away by Bermelt.

"However," Xinlai broke the silence, her tone becoming more relaxed, "although I'm level 25 now, I don't even have a decent weapon. The sword I used before was destroyed by a fallen spirit in the dungeon."

Upon hearing this, Bermilt remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded: "You're right. It's really unreasonable for a level 25 warrior not to have a suitable weapon."

He stood up, using the handrail for support, and Xinlai quickly helped him up.

"Let's go."

"Where to?"

"The treasury," Bermelt said, his voice regaining its royal authority, "Your father will take you to choose a weapon."

Xinlai's heart skipped a beat, but she outwardly feigned surprise: "The national treasury? Father, is this... appropriate?"

"What's inappropriate about it?" Bermilt snorted. "You're a prince of the Golden Radiance Royal Family, what's wrong with carrying a weapon? Besides, your father has mistreated you all these years, so consider this weapon compensation."

"Thank you, Father!"

Sinlai helped Bermelt slowly walk out of the palace.

When the guards outside saw that the king was about to travel, they immediately sprang into action and quickly organized a guard team.

"Go to the treasury," Bermelt ordered.

The captain of the guards was taken aback for a moment, then quickly agreed.

The royal treasury is a very important place in the palace, and normally only the king and his chief steward have the authority to enter.

The news that the king is taking the third prince to the treasury will likely spark further speculation.

But the king's orders are the supreme decree, and no one dares to question them.

The group walked through a long corridor, passed three guard posts, and arrived at a building deep inside the palace.

The building was constructed entirely of black stone, with no windows, only a massive iron gate. The gate was covered in magical runes and emitted a faint blue light.

This is the treasure trove accumulated by the Golden Radiance Royal Family over a thousand years. It contains treasures, magical items, and rare materials collected by successive kings, as well as countless weapons with a long history and heritage.

If Xinlai were to actually choose, she probably wouldn't be able to come up with a good decision in a short time.

Sinley helped Bermelt slowly alight from the carriage and stood before the Treasury, looking up at it.