Chapter 4
5 years later.
A little boy with short silver hair on his head and beautiful gem-like amethyst eyes was sitting on his knees quietly.
In front of him was a middle-aged woman with a wrinkled face and stern expression.
"Master Oliver, now solve this problem," she said, sliding a sheet containing a number of math problems towards the calm boy.
The boy was none other than Finn. In the past 5 years, he had learned a lot about himself and his situation; he was born as the fourth son, Oliver.
Which meant Nadia was his twin sister. This relieved him when he came to know about it; he was glad that he didn't need to wait a lot.
Apparently, she was born just before a few days he was born.
In the novel, Nadia was not supposed to have a twin sibling, but perhaps it was due to him that this changed.
Nonetheless, it did not halt his plans.
At the moment, he was being taught by a teacher hired specifically to educate the children of the clan.
No matter how pathetic his talent as an exorcist was, he still had the blood of the Clan, so he was also taught.
The family only needed excellent children; the pathetic ones shall be discarded.
Although he had not shown any talent in being an exorcist, he had shown brilliant academic brilliance.
Which meant that he still had some worth as a scholar and could probably aid as a strategist in the future.
This was quite surprising to him; he had thought initially that he would be thrown out of the clan soon, but unexpectedly, they still kept him and raised him normally.
'It seems they still care about their blood.' Oliver felt happy that he was left alone and was not denied too much.
Of course, he was still despised by the clan members for being born weak.
He was too lazy to bother with them and focused on showing his academic talents.
Naturally, he didn't have any talents; it was just that the education for a 5-year-old was just too damn easy for him.
In the field of technology, this world was not much different from his previous one.
"Here." He calmly filled in the answers and returned the sheet.
"Excellent, Master Oliver, as expected!" The teacher nodded and praised him upon seeing all sums were done correctly.
She knew that the level of the problem was not something a 5-year-old should be able to solve, but here she was.
It was a pity that Oliver didn't have any talent for being an exorcist, or he could have achieved much greater heights.
Whatever, she was here to teach, and she would do just that; she dared not comment on him. In the end, he still belonged to the direct lineage of the Mystic Purge Clan.
Oliver knew what she was thinking and didn't comment.
He was quite excited today as he could finally meet his sister—Nadia.
In the past 5 years, he was not permitted to leave his room much, but after persistent begging to the maids and the guards, he was finally permitted to roam in the household.
He didn't understand their logic of not letting him leave his room, but in the end, he succeeded.
In the past 5 years, he had shown terrifying brain and mental aptitude which earned him a bit of praise from others.
And this was precisely why his persistent begging was paid heed to.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been allowed to get outside and stay in his room forever.
'Maybe they felt that I would shame them by showing my face to others... huh.'
He had some guesses as to why he was under such harsh conditions.
But he couldn't care about that; he could finally meet Nadia and bind to her. After that, he didn't care if they imprisoned him or whatever; he would automatically become strong.
"Then, I will leave now," Oliver said to the teacher and left the study room; the whole house was made in a Japanese-style.
From the houses to the roofs to the flooring, everything was made out of traditional materials. It gave him a grand and ancient feeling.
He walked on the wooden flooring, his white socks rubbing against the floor; he was dressed in modest clothes at the moment, with a simple shirt and pants.
He was searching for Nadia; he had asked around a few maids and knew about her whereabouts; the household was extremely humongous, and he lived in some isolated corner.
Whereas Nadia lived quite close to the center of the estate.
So, he took some long routes and reached her courtyard shortly.
Clang!
He heard some sounds as soon as he reached there; it was the sound of clashing of weapons.
Peeking from behind a rock, he saw her finally.
There she was, in her training clothes, thrusting her sword and swinging at the metallic training statue.
His eyes widened when he saw her; she was literally the same age as him, but the way she was swinging the sword and hammering the metal dummy was astonishing.
Despite her mere age, she was monstrously powerful; the metal dummy shook with every impact of her swing, as if ready to fall apart at any moment.
'As expected of Nadia, the demoness.'
Oliver sucked a cold breath; he was sure that one hit from her would send him to the afterlife.
Nadia paused suddenly and twisted her body and stared at the rock where he was hiding behind.
His scalp went numb when he was easily detected.
'Is she even human!?' Oliver cursed, a bit worried now.
"Show yourself," Nadia spoke, her voice as cold as ice.
She didn't have an ounce of fear; she knew it was the main estate of the household, and the person hiding was likely not an enemy.
It was highly impossible for someone to infiltrate their main household where the strongest exorcists lived.
"Uhh... hey?"