The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years

d it isn’t something to the level of harsh.”

“Are you going to add more stuff later?”

“This is just the beginning, and once he takes the sword in earnest, I have no intention of being considerate even to my own son.”

“Can’t you be a bit softer to him?”

“My father never did that for me either.”

And that was why he was able to become a Sword Master.

Sears understood that too, but seeing her son like this made her heart ache.

“He will do well.
Because he is our son.”

The Count wrapped his arms around Sears’ shoulders.

Sears leaned on her husband’s chest and watched her son run.

“Ah, I forgot to tell you.”

“About?”

“Perhaps tomorrow or so, Viscount Balle will arrive in Haiss.”

“Why are you only mentioning this now?!”

Sears said in shock.

“I don’t have time.
I need to get things ready…”

“What are you in a hurry for? And they will be here tomorrow or the day after.
And Viscount Balle is close to us, it is fine…”

“Even then we need to show our sincerity.
I am heading down.
What should I start with? Ahh!”

Sears went down the stairs with great speed.

Count Welton scratched his head as he looked at her go down.

And looked out again.

Jamie was running better than expected.

“Cheer up, Jamie.”

The training has just begun.

‘Hot…’

The time when the sun rose in the middle of the sky.

Jamie was still running.

He wasn’t sure how many hours he ran, but he was now unable to feel anything down his lower back.

‘Isn't this autumn?’

Even in autumn, running in the sun made it feel like a hot season.

If it hadn’t been for the occasional winds, he would have been exhausted right away.

He was like this in autumn, he couldn’t even imagine what it would have been like in mid-summer.

‘Damn it.
Isn’t that bastard tired?’

Hamilton was standing in the center of the training hall as if nailed to the ground for hours.
He looked like a stone statue.

In the beginning, he respected the man but now Jamie was thinking of him like a devil!

‘How long do I have to run?’

Slowly he was having trouble breathing.

It was as if his lungs were failing him.

His head was hot, and above all, the world was starting to look yellow.

Jamie knew better than anyone what it was.
Because he experienced this dozens of times in the past.

‘My body is pushed to its limit.’

Even though he was born with Welton’s blood and Orb of Life, it was surprising that he was being pushed like this.

Running for several hours without a break was excruciatingly difficult.

Especially for someone like Jamie who never exercised.

‘I want to lie down.’

But the thought stopped but now Jamie, even though he didn't know if his body was running or walking.

This was tough, but in the past he had gone through several situations which were hundreds or thousands of times more difficult than this.

Which was why his mental strength didn’t give up on him.

‘This is amazing.’

Jamie’s instructor Hamilton was shocked by Jamie who had been running for more than 5 hours.

‘How can a 7 year old keep running without a break?’

He knew Jamie Welton was an amazing kid.

An undisputed magical genius, he even heard the kid was now a Saint of Goddess Pyro.

He was shocked by that, but he couldn’t believe his stamina.

‘I don’t remember seeing him exercise at all.’

The resilience of the Orb of Life was one thing, but the stamina Jamie had was unbelievable.

And that shock was something Hamilton would never be able to describe.

‘Absurd!’

As the aide of Count, he knew things about Jamie.
In fact, the Count could consult him several times.

-My son was chosen by magic not a sword.
I don’t know.
If he has the talent, maybe he should give up sword and focus on magic alone but… what would you do in this situation?

Hamilton didn’t answer.

If a child was gifted in magic, the concerns a father who prefers swords have is extreme.

The Count eventually decided to let his son go with magic rather than the sword.
And Hamilton thought it was the right decision.

‘Lord.
We were both wrong.’

Unbelievable stamina.

Perseverance not to give up.

Patience to endure everything.

Jamie Welton wasn’t just born with magic.

‘Though he would have to catch the sword for us to know for sure.’

Hamilton was half convinced.

A 7 year old boy wanting to run this much means he could master the sword real nicely.

“That should be enough.”

Running anymore would be torture.

“You may stop!”

Hamilton told Jamie to stop running.

But Jamie kept running as if he couldn’t hear him.

It was as if the body had reached the limit and his five senses were shutting down!

“Trainee! You can stop running!”

He shouted louder, but this time too his voice didn’t reach Jamie.

Countless times it didn’t, so Hamilton walked over to Jamie.

Shoulders drooped and back bent.

“Trainee Jamie, stop running…!”

It was the moment Hamilton tried to grab Jamie’s shoulder and stop him.

Shh-

A creepy energy emanated from Jamie.

Jamie’s half closed eyes turned sharp like a beast.

Hamilton took a step back without realizing it.
And realized that his own face was confused.

He didn’t know how to accept the fact that he was overwhelmed by a little boy.

And in a minute-

“Uh?”

Jamie’s face was back to normal.

And he asked Hamilton with a tired face.

“Instructor.
Are we done?”

“…”

“Instructor?”

“Ah, yes.
Right.
Today’s training ends here.”

When Jamie called again, Hamilton answered.

Jamie smiled faintly at the fact that he didn’t have to run.

“Now I can rest…”

Jamie didn’t finish those words.

The boy, who was lying on his back and limbs stretched out, snored on the ground as he fell asleep.

Looking at the sleeping kid, he rubbed his face.

How was he supposed to report the appearance of Jamie he just saw to the Count?

“… this won’t be easy.”

He took Jamie in his arms and headed to the room.