Reborn As A Nephilim: The Rise of A Manaless Prince

'Today's earnings were satisfying, to say the least.'

Arvell smiled slightly at the thought of the small fortune he'd managed to get his hands on.

'I'll be able to save some time by not crafting elixirs to sell.'

Arvell would have to pay for the ingredients to make his personalized elixirs, but he needed the necessary funds.

Taking this into account, he planned on slaving away at creating batches of elixirs purely to sell and accumulate the necessary funds.

Luckily his new 'friend' was kind enough to hand him the necessary funds on a silver platter.

'Maybe I should treat her a little better? Maybe she might give me more 'gifts' in the future,' Arvell mused to himself.

It was only fitting to return kindness in turn.

Contrary to his kind(?) thoughts, his current expression was all but that.

In fact, if anyone were to have him, their first reaction would have been to back away in fear.

Unfortunately, the only two other people in the room didn't seem to mind.

In fact, Lykos had a similar smile on his face.

'I concur. Having 'kind and generous friends' is always helpful,' Lykos nodded.

Arvell closed his eyes and thought back to his fight with Kaera.

Shortly after seeing her bombardment of fire spells, he'd quickly acted his previously unused skill and entered a world where he felt detached from the concept of time itself.

It was like he could see the future and the present overlap and intertwine, allowing him to gain insight into the nature of reality itself.

To call it a surreal experience would be an understatement.

Arvell could see and tell where each flame spell would go, and their trajectory even before Kaera could fire them.

Like Arvell's temporal manipulation ability, the duration and effectiveness of the skill were directly intertwined.

The more Aether he consumed, the further into the future Arvell could see, but he would also deplete his Aether reserves at a heightened pace, reducing the time he could keep the skill activated.

Due to this, Arvell maintained his future vision to only 0.3 seconds into the future.

While that might have seemed like a short period for an average person, it was still within the average human reaction speed.

If an average human can react at that speed, it was nothing for Arvell, who had his body enhanced into a Nephilim.

Furthermore, with the effects of temporal manipulation, it became a cakewalk.

Not only reacting, but Arvell could also have enough time to think in between dodging each blast of fire.

He could easily find the most optimal path to dodge each of Kaera's attacks.

The only concern was the rapid consumption of his Aether.

If Kaera had decided to continue her barrage, Arvell would have had no choice but to break through the rain of hellfire and end the fight before his Aether ran out.

Luckily though, Kaera had stopped beforehand.

Despite having just increased his Aether Core, Arvell was already craving to raise it again.

He felt that it would take years to reach the 2nd circle at his current pace.

However, he needed to solidify his base before rapidly increasing his strength.

Rushing through with a weak base would only come back to bite him in the future.

As Arvell was lost in thought, he felt a soft and moist feeling on his cheek.

"Kyuu…"

Turning his head, Arvell smiled at the sight of a bit of fox that greeted him.

Lazily moving his hand, he gently scratched the underside of August's chin.

(RUMBLE)

August looked at Arvell with sad eyes as his stomach rumbled in protest.

Realizing that he'd gotten too caught up in his bought with Kaera and had forgotten to give his friend dinner, much less eat himself, Arvell felt a pang of guilt.

'Sorry buddy, I'll get us something to eat.'

Usually, students had to get up and walk down to the dorm's cafeteria to get a meal, but Arvell was too beat to do that.

Mustering up all the willpower he could, Arvell pulled himself, opened his inventory space, and brought out a platter of sandwiches he had prepared earlier.

Taking one in his hand, he shoved it into his mouth.

The grace and dignity of a prince could hardly be seen from his coarse actions, but it's not like Arvell really cared.

If there was no one to judge him did it really matter?

August, on the other hand, took small nibbles out of the sandwich with a satisfied expression.

Watching this scene with a content expression, Lykos smiled lightly to himself.

'Arvell, I was thinking….'

Raising his head up from his sandwich Arvell flashed his mentor a look of intrigue.

'Yes?'

'While you're attending ur lectures at school, I could use this opportunity to teach August basic language skills. You know, how to read and write.'

Arvell raised an eyebrow at Lykos's supposedly absurd statement.

'Isn't he still basically a newborn? Shouldn't you wait a bit first?'

'You seem to have misunderstandings of the dragon race. However, I suppose it makes sense due to your limited interactions with the race. After all, the current dragon race has essentially become a reclusive race, who refuse to interact with other races,' shaking his head, Lykos replied.

'What do you mean? Are you saying that they can learn faster than humans?'

'Exactly.'

Arvell nodded his head in agreement.

'If that's the case, then I'll leave August's teachings in your hands.'

While Arvell could fully grasp the intent behind each of August's thoughts, in the future, it would undoubtedly be more straightforward if August could understand the common language.

Plus, it didn't feel right to Arvell to treat dragons as pets after seeing Kujak's noble demeanour.

It felt only right that August got the minimum level of teaching.

'After that, I can teach August the basics of fighting as well,' Lykos continued, 'most dragons would have been taught basic skills, such as how to fight from their parents, but until we can somehow get August back to his family, he won't be able to learn that. For all we know, it might even take several years. So it's best if I can fill that void in the meantime.'

'You know how dragons fight?' Arvell asked.

'Of course.'

Arvell had already inferred there to be some kind of connection between Lykos and the dragon race, especially considering Kujak's works before his end.

Unfortunately for him, though, Lykos was pretty adamant about keeping whatever secrets he planned on hiding.

While Lykos promised to tell Arvell that was a right reserved for the future, Arvell, someone who would be far stronger than their current self.

At this point, Arvell gave up probing him too much for answers.

If Lykos wanted to share something, he'd naturally tell Arvell himself.

Directing his attention away from his mentor, Arvell turned to face August, who had just about wrapped up his meal.

Sensing Arvell's gaze, August turned to look at the silver-haired youth.

'Alright, Aug, it looks like you'll also be learning under Lykos. So in that sense, it's the same as me. So let's both get stronger, alright?'

"Kyuu!"