Few days have passed since the discussion with Martha. A child wearing a tunic upper garment paired with shorts and high boots is playing with the sticks.

"With a stick in hand, I will conquer the world!"

Holding the stick with both of his hands then positioned it before himself. Imagining himself as a hero, which is embarrassing for a middle-aged man such like himself.

"Hkc!... I feel like I've awoken my chuuni self… Anyway, time for training! [Boost!]"

After chanting, Yamihr dashed like a wind to a nearby wooden target. He closed the distance in an instant. Ignoring the laws of physics as he started to hit the dummy repeatedly.

However, instead of the stick being broken, the dummy itself began to crack. Then Yamihr activated a self-created technique when he made a certain distance with the wooden dummy.

"Sword art:... No… Stick art: Whirlwind slash!"

Yamihr waved the stick in a distance. If a normal person were to see him doing that, they would think that he is just messing around because he didn't hit his target and made a slashing move in a distance.

A whistling sound can be heard as the dummy target got chopped into several pieces.

What Yamihr did was discharging wind magic through a weapon. This is his self created technique through various experimentation.

Earlier he used [Boost] magic. It is a non-element magic, meaning It is Yamihr's unique magic [Strengthening].

He realizes that you can use mana on your body back when he was a 3-year-old child. He covered his fist with mana and noticed that his strength multiplied. That was when he discovered [Physical Enhancement].

However, using it consumes tremendous mana so It tired him out when he used it for 5 minutes. Now, because of his daily training of expanding mana pool and mana manipulation, It now consumes less mana than before so he can use [Physical Enhancement] for a long period of time.

"Haa… that was refreshing! Exercising early in the morning sure is nice!"

Wiping the sweat off of his forehead, Yamihr drank a mouthful of water. After breathing a lot of fresh air, he started to go back home. It was now easy to travel to the Forest than before using [Physical Enhancement: Boost].

With his shoes clad in mana, Yamihr began leaping from a tree to another. With his current physical abilities, a normal adventurer would be a match for him no longer.

Several minutes later, he can see a house surrounded by trees. Smoke coming from its chimney.

'It must be Martha, preparing the breakfast.'

Yamihr used [Dark Magic: Shadow Step] to sneak on the front door without opening it to his room silently. His body blurred and turned as a shadow itself and merged with the shadow of the door while jumping to another shadow.

"I feel like… I have a future as an assassin."

When he successfully made it to his room, he hurriedly changed his clothes then went to the dining room.

Placing the piping hot food on the table, Martha notices Yamihr and greeted him with a smile.

"You're awake, your highness. Saa, the breakfast is ready so eat it while still hot!"

Leading him to a chair while smiling blissfully, Yamihr furrowed his brows and frowned.

"Martha, stop calling me that. I'm no longer royalty, you know?"

Yamihr voiced out his dissatisfaction as Martha worriedly locked her eyebrows.

"Was it because of what Melek said the other day? Damn that child! Please, your highness. Just ignore what he said before. I'll make sure to scold him later for influencing you in a wrong way!"

Martha firmly said while furiously clenching her hands as if ready to smack Melek's head.

"No, I just realized it myself. What Melek said is the truth. I was abandoned thus no longer a Royalty. What you are doing to me, isn't it hypocrisy?"

Martha's eyes shook in realization as her face turned pale. She hurriedly knelt on the ground and asked for forgiveness.

"Milord, please forgive this lowly servant. I didn't know that you were hurting by what I am doing. I didn't think of the consequences well enough before doing it. I only want for you, Milord, to live a happy life free from worry and worldly confusion."

Her eyes became red as tears poured on her face uncontrollably as she cried in grief. She hated herself for not thinking that it would instead hurt the prince.

Yamihr panicked when Martha suddenly knelt on the ground as he hurriedly helped her stand up.

"Awawawa~~ Stand up Martha! I don't blame you or anything alright!? I… I just want to feel that I am part of your family instead that of a master-servant relationship…You can just call me Yami or Yamhs!"

"However! Calling you like that is…"

Martha saw an innocent child yearning for acceptance and appreciation from his mom. She then thought back on those days when she took him out of the castle and started taking care of him as if he is her own child.

Tears welled up on Martha's face as she looked straight at Yamihr. She silently looked at the features of Yamihr, thinking.

'Look how much he has grown. It felt like yesterday he was still a baby lying in my arms.'

Reaching out her hand as she caressed Yamihr's cheek. She then complied with his request.

"Al...right. However, I will call you Yamhs-sama instead. Is that fine?"

"Fine. Thank you… Mom!"