"By my commandment, heed my call and grant my wishes!" A small tornado formed in Pier's hands. The gust of wind that was encircling around it made his hair flutter a little bit.

"I still can't find any books about chant-less magic" Pier sighed as he looked at the small whirlwind in his hand. He pointed it at a patch of grass and initiated an attacking position.

The small whirlwind then left his hand and aimed for the patch of grass but it stopped midway.

"Seriously, this is starting to get annoying." He scratched the back of his head and sighed again defeatedly.

"It couldn't be helped. I'll learn it on my own then!" He said as he went inside the mansion to get a few things he needed.

"Greetings, young master"

"Greetings, young master"

"Greetings, young master"

Pier thought he could actually create good music and rhythm out of the servant's greetings for him. It's not that he hated it, he was just getting tired of the constant greetings everyone was giving him wherever he goes.

When Pier reached his room, he immediately grabbed a notebook and a magical pen. He was first amazed at how wonderful the magical pen was. Its ink was combined with magic that it can go away if the user wants it to and stay permanent even under certain circumstances.

'If I had this in my past life, I wouldn't have to study much at everything and just simply cheat my way through tests,' He thought after feeling the cold metal body of the pen in his palm.

After getting his materials and a little bit of snack, he went back outside and into the training hall of the central mansion. It was still unoccupied unlike the other training areas of the different locations in the Belmiunde Household.

'Maybe it was meant for family use.' Pier shrugged his shoulders and entered the training hall. He placed the snacks he brought beside a clear space and opened the first page of the empty notebook.

"I'll go with attack magic first. Initial attempt," Pier wrote down. It was his habit to record the things that he was trying to study on his own without the assistance of any books or journals. It was also the reason why Pier had so many piles of paper in his room as he continuously recorded things out of his own experiments.

"Mind-cast" Pier wrote down and after doing so, he sat on the ground not caring that his clothes would get dirty and closed his eyes.

'I definitely tried this before but it did not work. I hope I could do the same when I dismantled the wind orb though.' He crossed his fingers and went to work.

In his head, darkness was surrounding Pier and in front of him was the small whirlwind.

"Why don't you try helping me inside my mind?" He asked the whirlwind but all it did was twirl in front of him.

He raised his hand and pointed it at seemingly endless darkness and thought about the wind moving in that direction. The whirlwind left his hand but after a few seconds of leaving his palm, it dissipated into nothing.

"Huh?" However, one thing caught Pier's attention. The whirlwind was slowing down from its initial speed when it left his hand up until it disappeared into nothing.

He tried casting the whirlwind once more and this time, he was able to carefully observe the gradually reducing speed of the whirlwind as it got farther away from him.

"Why is the speed getting slower?" He asked himself as he threw another whirlwind.

Pier opened his eyes and started writing in his notebook.

"A car usually slows down when there are problems in regards with its overall buildup. For example, errors in the sensors like the camshaft position sensor, MAF sensor, oxygen sensor, crankshaft sensor, and all sensors relative to the EFI system." He was now comparing the whirlwind to a car.

He sounds like a typical car nerd right now.

"It could also be because of mechanical problems such as low compression, clogged fuel filter, dirty air filter, clogged Exhaust Manifold. But it could also be because of the malfunction with the actuators." Pier was listing down the basic problems why cars usually slow down when driving. He was not a mechanic himself nor was he a car enthusiast in his past life but he did have a background with machinery when he was curious about it at some point.

"Basically, if some parts malfunction, it would slow down. In relation to the whirlwind, it isn't composed of any mechanical parts but it is pretty similar to the problem. What is my whirlwind composed with?" Pier bit his lower lip as he thought about the answer.

"Control and magic?" Pier had drawn an invisible diagram in his head containing the two words.

"If magic and control are the basic components of how my whirlwind works, the problem must lie between the two." The scribbling noises of the magic pen in the paper were all that could be heard in the empty training hall.

"A car could also lose its speed and stop completely when it runs out of fuel. Magic acts as the fuel for the whirlwind." Pier was slowly coming up to a conclusion with his studies.

"What if it needs a constant supplement of magic for it to work?" Pier grumbled as he brought the pen to his lips and balanced it on his upper lip like a mustache.

"But how do I do that?" He formed a whirlwind in his hand and observed it carefully. He then noticed that the bottom tip of the whirlwind was directly connected to his palm.

"Hoh..." He smiled sheepishly as if he discovered something good.

"The body was the main source of magic in spells. Magic is indeed present in the surroundings but it's like an empty platform. None of the magic from the surroundings could assist the spell to continue towards its destination because of the empty foundation it has which causes the spell to simply dissipate into nothing"

Pier closed his eyes again and formed the small whirlwind.

"Let me reform you for a moment." He grinned and went to work.

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Huff...Huff

'Is it always that tiring to create a new form with your element?' Pier said as sweat trailed down his forehead. He had gone on another pressuring process of creating a new form with his wind element and it was the same when he tried to break down the wind sphere at first.

'Though at the very least it is a little bit more bearable than the previous time.' He took his handkerchief out and wiped his sweat away. After wiping his sweat, Pier called on his wind element. He smiled widely at the form it took.

Swoosh!

The flow of wind around Pier was disturbed as the elongated form of his wind magic also moved. His smile was now almost reaching his ears looking at it.

"Whip!" The whirlwind was now formed into a chain. When Pier grabbed the end of the chain, the rest moved as well. It was definitely like a real chain. It even created a whipping sound at the other end.

"If it's in a form like this, my body would stay in contact with the spell and constant supply and foundation would be given" He was grinning so wide that if any of the servants were to see him, they would think he's plotting something illegal.

Pier looked at the patch of grass again from the distance and grabbed the handle of the wind whip. He raised his hand and with a pulling motion, the wind whip instantly moved too. The flexibility of the wind was good enough as Pier had imagined for it to act like an actual whip and this time, it did not disappear.

The whip had hit the patch of grass and immediately the force at its end created sharp gusts of wind that shredded the patch of grass into smaller pieces. Dust also flew from where the whip had hit.

"Success!" Pier cheered. He was filled with joy after successfully doing attack magic. The power of his attack magic could still be considered the weakest but it was enough progress for him.

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"What do you mean by that?!" Earl Cornell, Arda's father said as he fumed in rage. The worker cowered in fear at the noble's madness.

"The customers have signed a contract with the Morata Countdom, Earl Cornell! They have withdrawn their contracts from us after the designs of the young master from the Belmiunde Household had become the new trend!" The worker said with urgency in his voice. Earl Cornell facepalmed as he was getting more and more frustrated at the news.

'The young master from the Belmiunde Household?' Earl Cornell was pondering over the thought of Pier. He did see him during the Royal Banquet and had seen the designs he had made.

"Is there a way for me to meet the young master?" He asked the worker. The middle-aged worker simply scratched his head for he has no clue how to meet someone of higher status.

"I-I'm not really sure, Earl Cornell. It has been rumored that many individuals have invited him after his performance at the Royal Banquet but he only attended the Crown Prince's gathering." Earl Cornell's ears perked up at the worker's statement.

'Ah, that brat was obsessed with the Crown Prince!' He smiled at the thoughts that ran in his mind.

"Perhaps I will be able to meet him at the Royal Palace? Quickly gather information about the days the young master used to visit the Crown Prince!" He commanded and the servants under his employment also moved.

"The Morata household shall crumble once I acquire the young master's designs!" He grinned with joy. Little did the Earl know that meeting the young master would be the last thing he wanted to do.

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Whip!

The wind whip sliced through multiple targets in a single movement. Pier wiped the sweat off his forehead as he breathed hard while practicing his newly acquired magic attack.

He was filled with excitement and vigor after finally coming up with a way to release his magic.

'The fire element is still the same though.' Pier thought as he chanted and heat gathered in his hand until small flickering flames formed in his palm.

He tried using the method he did when deforming the wind orb but it was of no use. He was also curious about the voice that he heard during the time his wind magic acquired a new form.

"Well, I'm contented with this for now." He said as the flames dissipated and were exchanged with a wind whip.

He grabbed the handle of the wind whip and observed it again.

"Can I try moving it back into the whirlwind form?" he asked himself as he thought about the whirlwind form he had before obtaining the whip. Just then, he thought he needed to go under so much pressure once more if he wanted to change the form of his element but to his surprise, the wind whip dissipated like the flames he had and reformed into the whirlwind.

'Hoh...' Pier was surprised with the things he discovered this day.

"Maybe it's because my body already remembered the form and had manifested it? I don't know." He said as he switched back and forth between the wind whip and the whirlwind form.

Tweet!

Pier looked at the tweeting sound which was above the ceiling of the training hall and saw a small bird perched on one of the stones of the roof.

"Huh, what's a bird doing here?" He asked as the bird flew down in his direction.

Tweet! Tweet!

When the bird reached Pier, the young noble gently opened his hand and the bird landed on his palm.

"Aw, you're so cute!" Pier said in a childish voice as he rubbed the small yellow bird with his fingers.

"Are you by any chance lost?" He asked the bird and as if understanding his words, the small bird flapped its wings like it was agreeing.

"Really? Then do you want to stay here with me while I train?" If anyone would ever see Pier talking to a bird, they would definitely think that he had lost his mind. But Pier did not care, he was in a good mood after learning how to do an attack spell.

The bird replied with a joyous chirp and Pier smiled at it. His handsome face emitted a brilliant glow as he grinned.

T-Tweet!

"Huh, what's wrong?" Pier asked as he examined the bird who suddenly started acting weird after he smiled at it.

"You're a weird small bird, aren't you?" He said and placed the small bird beside the snacks that he had brought in a small pouch.

"Here, have some." he took one macaron out and the bird who was acting weird immediately returned back to normal as it ate away the delicious macaron made by the head chef.