I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

The intense battle lasted for an hour and finally came to an end with Lucy Michelle's plea for mercy.

Dean Bruce held Lucy Michelle, who was covered in sweat and soft mud, and placed her on the bed. He hugged her and watched her whisper a few words before falling asleep.

Standing up, Dean Bruce suddenly sensed that the rate at which magical energy was gathering around him — and even the rate his own body absorbed it — had accelerated drastically!

[Hmm? Such a sudden change?]

[This isn't Lucy's doing! Let's check the system notifications first!]

With a thought, Dean Bruce summoned his system panel to review the recent alerts.

Ding!

"System Notification: Congratulations, Host! You successfully instructed Nemesis Bruce to comprehend the magic of the Tower of Belief. Host is awarded a tenfold power and understanding boost in the Tower of Belief spell, greatly enhancing magic absorption speed! Host also receives 100 Supreme Mage Points."

"System Notification: Due to Tower of Belief being classified as an Ultra-High-Level spell, an additional reward of 200 Supreme Mage Points has been granted to the Host!"

With an additional 300 Supreme Mage Points now added, Dean Bruce was that much closer to reaching the milestone of 2000 points.

What thrilled Dean Bruce even more was Nemesis Bruce's grasp of the Tower of Belief. After receiving the tenfold effect boost, the magic absorption rate had become astonishingly fast!

Even without actively training, his body could now automatically absorb magical energy!

Sensing it closely, he realized the absorption rate was nearly on par with the effect of the Dragonheart Pendant.

[No surprise she's got the same kind of protagonist fate as Nicholas; her comprehension speed is incredible! Less than a day, and she's already mastered it?]

[And the effect… beyond expectations! Whew, with this magic, my magic level should soar rapidly, too!]

Dean Bruce couldn't help but feel immensely pleased, a smirk crossing his face.

Initially intending to train a bit more, he felt so rejuvenated by the spell's effect that he relaxed next to Lucy Michelle, closing his eyes as his hands unconsciously found their way to her chest.

Time slowly ticked by.

As night began to fall, both Dean Bruce and Lucy Michelle awoke. Meeting each other's gaze, Dean Bruce leaned in for another kiss, making Lucy's eyes glimmer dreamily again.

However, Dean was intent on teaching her the new magic and didn't continue further. Instead, he called for Lucy to get dressed so they could head to the dining hall together.

The moment Dean Bruce stepped out of the main residence, Hakenny approached with deference, saying, "Master, dinner is ready. Shall we serve it?"

Dean Bruce nodded slightly in response, and Hakenny retreated respectfully.

Lucy Michelle yawned and casually asked, "Teacher, how much would it cost to buy a courtyard in Saint Laurent City?"

"No idea," Dean Bruce replied nonchalantly, "this one was a gift from Cyb, the Education Minister of the Nine Provinces Alliance. I hardly ever buy things myself—people just give them to me."

That was the honest truth. Aside from when he first started and bought a few basic magic scrolls and spell papers from a general store, he hadn't actually purchased much since.

Either things were gifted to him, or they were spoils from vanquished foes.

But to Lucy Michelle's ears, his words took on another meaning. When she looked at Dean Bruce again, her eyes were filled with admiration.

Having people gift things to him implied a status and prestige that placed Dean Bruce far above others.

Once they reached the dining hall, the servants had already filled the table with food, and the number of seats had been increased from two to three.

Even if Nemesis Bruce didn't always return, they didn't dare set out fewer places!

As he gestured for Lucy Michelle to sit down, Dean Bruce was just about to start eating when footsteps sounded from outside. Looking up, he saw Nemesis Bruce approaching with a delighted expression.

She entered the dining hall with a spring in her step, exclaiming happily, "Teacher, I—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Dean Bruce cut her off calmly, "It's time to eat; let's not discuss other matters. There's no need to rush."

"This isn't just for you," Dean Bruce said, sweeping his gaze toward Lucy Michelle as well. "There's something I want to tell both of you: 'Do not seek haste, nor be tempted by small gains. Haste leads to failure, and small gains prevent great achievements!'"

As his words fell, both Lucy Michelle and Nemesis Bruce stared at him, faces filled with confusion.

That saying came from the mysterious East, and even many people from there struggled to grasp its meaning fully in his previous life, let alone these people from another world.

"All right, sit down, eat in peace, and we'll discuss whatever you wish after the meal," Dean Bruce said. The two women fell silent, and Nemesis Bruce took her usual seat based on memory.

As they began to eat, Nemesis noticed the sounds of three people dining, her eyes flickering with surprise. But recalling Dean Bruce's earlier instruction to focus on eating, she refrained from asking any questions.

Meanwhile, Lucy Michelle's gaze remained fixed intently on Nemesis Bruce.

When Lucy Michelle first entered the residence, she had already noticed Nemesis Bruce's presence. But Hakenny referring to her as "Miss" made it hard for her to gauge who Nemesis actually was.

Moreover, without knowing Nemesis Bruce's last name, she couldn't determine her relationship with Dean Bruce. Now, finally seeing her up close, Lucy felt a small wave of relief.

No matter how beautiful Nemesis Bruce might be, the scars on her body and her damaged, lifeless eyes gave her a somewhat intimidating appearance.

Lucy couldn't believe that Dean Bruce would take any interest in someone like her.

With that thought, Lucy dismissed Nemesis Bruce from her mind and focused on her meal.

By the time they finished eating, nearly half an hour had passed.

Both Lucy Michelle and Nemesis Bruce were young, and in their prime for training, so their appetites matched Dean Bruce's as they all eagerly cleared every dish on the table.

Before they could leave, the servants brought out fruits and desserts.

Clearly, after receiving payment, Hakenny had gone all out to ensure Dean Bruce was well taken care of.

Once they finished everything, Dean Bruce rose from his seat and motioned for the two young women to follow him back to the main house, where he had them sit down separately.

In his eyes, since the two were now fellow disciples, establishing a good relationship between them would save him from having to deal with certain matters himself.

All he had to do was steer things a bit and wait for the rewards to roll in!

Once the two were seated, Dean Bruce introduced them, "Lucy, this is Nemesis Bruce, a new disciple of mine. She's now your junior, and since she's a bit younger than you, I expect you to look after her if anything comes up."

"Understood."

Lucy Michelle nodded obediently, though a hint of curiosity lingered in her mind: [Why does my junior share the same last name as Teacher?]

Turning to Nemesis Bruce, Dean Bruce said, "This is Lucy Michelle, your senior. We're all family here, so there's no need to stand on ceremony."

"Senior…" Nemesis Bruce, still reeling from the betrayal of her family, held a lingering trust in Dean Bruce because he had saved her life. Yet, she couldn't completely let down her guard around Lucy Michelle.

Dean Bruce, unfazed, spoke calmly, "I can sense it—each of you has already successfully grasped the magic I taught you before! Now that I've gathered you here, it's time to pass on new spells."

Seeing the excitement on the women's faces, he paused briefly before adding, "However, teaching you new magic doesn't mean you can neglect the ones you've already learned."

"Every spell has limitless potential. Even a basic or intermediate spell, when mastered to perfection, can still be immensely effective."

"In the future, I'll make time to check how well you understand the earlier spells. My expectations for you are simple: keep revisiting old knowledge to gain fresh insights! I'll teach you new spells, but don't forget the old ones."

At his words, both Lucy Michelle and Nemesis Bruce straightened, respect in their eyes.

No one they'd met before had ever imparted wisdom like this!

Dean Bruce continued in his calm tone, "Now, what kind of magic do you each want to learn? Lucy, as the senior, you can go first."

Lucy blinked, knowing now was not the time for any sisterly sentiment, especially since she barely knew Nemesis Bruce. Without hesitation, she answered, "Teacher, I'll soon be heading back to the academy, so I don't need combat magic. Do you have a spell that would help me speed up my training?"

At her words, Dean Bruce felt a surge of inner satisfaction.

He had been contemplating which classic phrases to use to inspire them, and here Lucy Michelle asked for a spell that Nemesis Bruce had just mastered for him!

"Hmm, very well." Though he was pleased, Dean Bruce maintained a composed exterior. Turning to Nemesis Bruce, he asked, "Nemesis, what type of magic do you wish to learn?"

"I want to learn attack magic! Preferably something that can inflict pain and despair upon my opponents!" Nemesis Bruce's expression was resolute. With the training-boosting spell already under her belt, her next priority was, naturally, combat strength.