The moonlight faded, giving way to a soft bluish dawn. The air in the Forgotten Forest was cold—but not nearly as cold as the silence that had settled between mother and son.
Alice sat on a smooth rock, gently rubbing her wrists where the ropes had dug into her skin. Her eyes stayed locked on Logan as he stood nearby—his cloak torn, dust on his face—but his presence remained unchanged. Unshaken.
Too calm. Too quiet.
"…Logan," she finally spoke, her voice soft and trembling. "Just… what was that back there?"
Logan turned, his expression neutral, but his eyes softened when he looked at her. "How can I let you be in danger, Mom? Of course I had to come."
"No, not that," she said quickly. "I know you would… I knew you would… but…" Her breath hitched. "What I saw back there—it wasn't normal. That speed, that power… that presence. You fought nine enemies alone. One of them a Tier 4 mage. You didn't even use magic. That's not something a boy your age should be capable of."
She looked away, as if afraid to meet his eyes. "Logan… what are you becoming?"
Logan sat down beside her.
"I know what you're thinking," he said gently. "That I've changed."
She nodded silently.
"I have," he admitted. "I've been training. Not just mana or spells. Everything. My body. My instincts. My focus. All of it."
"Why?" she asked. "Why so desperately?"
"Because I don't want to remain weak," Logan replied, his voice low. "I don't want to be the boy who gets protected, and looked down on. I want to be the one who protects the people I love. You. Father. Even that idiot Darius. Lady Mirena."
Alice's eyes shimmered.
"But Logan," she said, gripping his arm, "are you sure this is the right path? You were terrifying today. Even I… I wasn't sure if that was my son or a soldier."
Logan looked straight into her eyes.
"I will never walk the wrong path, Mom. It may be dangerous… even cruel sometimes. But never wrong."
His voice was firm, grounded in conviction. "You didn't fail to raise your son. Be sure of that."
For a moment, silence stretched between them. Then finally, Alice gave a soft chuckle, wiping the corners of her eyes. "You sound just like him, you know? Your father. When he was young."
Logan smiled faintly. "Well, he is my father."
Then his tone shifted. "But… I need you to keep what you saw today a secret."
Alice blinked. "Why?"
"Because," he said, rising to his feet, "if people knew what I was truly capable of, they'd either fear me… or want to use me. For now, I want neither."
She hesitated, then slowly nodded. "Alright. Your secret's safe with me."
Later That Morning – Smith Family Estate
When Logan and Alice returned to the mansion, the atmosphere turned electric.
The guards at the gate stood frozen for a moment, their eyes wide with disbelief. They had been told Lady Alice was missing—and that the young heir had gone after her. Most assumed neither would return.
But here they were—both walking through the gates, side by side, alive and unharmed.
The guards quickly bowed. "Young Master. Lady Alice."
Logan merely nodded. Alice smiled gently.
Within minutes, the news spread like wildfire.
Rudeous arrived first, practically sprinting through the hall. He saw Alice and immediately pulled her into a tight embrace.
"You're safe…" he breathed. "You're really safe."
"I am," Alice replied softly, returning the hug. "Thanks to him."
Rudeous turned to Logan, emotion surging in his eyes. He placed a firm hand on his son's shoulder.
"Thank you, Logan."
Logan nodded. "I said I'd bring her back."
Soon, Mirena, Kael, Ardyn Vex, and several elders gathered in the courtyard.
Mirena stared at Logan like she was seeing a ghost. Kael's jaw clenched.
Ardyn was happy beyond words, watching his student shine so brightly. He had saved his mother on his own. He was almost twelve years old—but the age fell short compared to his achievements. Frighteningly so. Even to the point where it felt impossible.
Even Darius came, hearing the commotion. His arms were crossed, looking skeptical—but clearly rattled.
No one said it aloud, but the same thought passed through several minds: How?
Mirena stepped forward, forcing a smile. "You brought her back. We… owe you, Logan."
"I didn't do it for anyone," Logan replied calmly. "I did it for myself. I can't let my mother be in danger."
Kael's mouth tightened. He didn't speak.
Even Alice, though grateful, couldn't miss the unease in their eyes.
Only Rudeous, Ardyn, and some family elders showed genuine pride. The others, despite their smiles, now looked at Logan like a stranger.
Or worse… a threat.
The Next Morning – Logan's Training Hall
The sun had just risen when Rudeous entered the private chamber where Logan was meditating.
He stood silently for a moment, watching his son.
"You're getting stronger," he finally said.
Logan opened his eyes. "I have to."
"There's something you should know," Rudeous said, walking closer. "In two weeks, there will be a regional tournament in the capital. Not a family event—this is different. Young elites from major noble houses will be participating. Warriors, mages, even hybrids. It's being hosted by the Royal Council and Mage's Court. I've been asked to send representatives."
He looked directly at Logan. "Darius will be participating. But I want you to enter as well. You may fall short in age—but your ability will surely carry you to a respectable position."
Logan raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Because you need to be seen," Rudeous said. "Not just by us—but by the world. Let them see the heirs of House Smith. Let them see you."
There was a pause.
Then Logan smirked. "Sounds interesting."
"So you'll do it?"
"I've wanted stronger opponents for a while now," Logan said, standing. "This will be a good test."
Rudeous grinned. "Good. I'll talk to Abraham, then. House Smith will send two candidates. You focus on training."
"All right," said Logan.
Days Passed – Training Grounds
Logan and Darius trained separately at first.
Logan often isolated himself, working through a brutal regime of gravity-enhanced body conditioning and high-speed spellcasting. His control over mana and elemental precision had reached frightening levels.
Darius, despite his arrogance, trained hard too—refining his fire, air, and gravity magic. He trained with Kael and the other instructors, always under watchful eyes.
But sometimes, they sparred.
Their duels were explosive, each clash echoing across the estate.
Blades of air split trees. Fireballs scorched the ground. Logan held back—but even his restrained counters made Darius grit his teeth.
And with every match, the gap between them became clearer.
Darius refused to admit it out loud—but he knew.
Logan was in a different league now.
Still, he trained harder. More than ever. Driven by a need to catch up—or at least to understand just what Logan had become.
The Day Before the Tournament
The mansion buzzed with activity.
Servants polished armor. Attendants prepared robes. Instructors finalized spell scrolls and enchantments. The air was thick with anticipation.
In the secluded garden, Logan stood silently beneath a tree, eyes closed, his breathing calm.
He thought of Alice's face when he saved her.
He thought of the competitors he'd face tomorrow.
He didn't crave glory.
He didn't want recognition.
He just wanted one thing—
To grow stronger.
To reach the summit of this world.
And protect everything he still had left.
Only strength would decide who survived.