The Greatest Sinner

Evan was interested in Sitreg`s words. He wanted a powerful weapon for himself, and if using of the "Bloody Perversity" could help him to achieve that goal, he had no pity for the plant.

"All right, I agree. What will you do with it?" Evan asked seriously.

"I'll take the stem and use it in creating your weapon. I'll have to remove the leaves and roots of the plant. All of its useful properties will be lost, but we'll get a clean stem. When I've done that, you'll see for yourself how perfectly it will fit your order." Sitreg said clearly.

Evan nodded.

"Okay, but will you make it in five days? It's just a seed. It takes a long time for the plant to grow, doesn't it?" Evan asked puzzled.

Sitreg shook his head in response.

"If it wasn't "Bloody Perversity", you'd be absolutely right. This plant will grow very quickly, in four days. However, it requires special conditions, namely blood, lots of blood, and preferably of a strong person, of a magician."

Evan smiled and said quietly: "Huh, so that's why you need me. So how much blood do you want to squeeze out of me?"

Sitreg scratched the back of his head and replied, "Half a liter, I think that's enough."

He didn't feel comfortable demanding something like that. Half a liter of blood was a lot of blood, after losing it Evan would feel bad enough.

"You sure you're not going to kill me, old man? Well, okay, I hope it works out and my sacrifices aren't in vain." Evan joked.

"AHAHAHAHA, just trust me. Have a seat, I'll get you all set up."

Evan's actions will seem silly to some, because how can you trust someone you've only known for a couple of days so much? Evan had left him rare materials, spent an impressive number of gold coins for the order, and now he was going to give half a liter of his blood. Of course, this may have been illogical and inconsiderate, and some might call Evan a gullible fool, but the young man thought differently.

More than anything, Evan believed in himself, and therefore in his decisions and feelings. He was sure that Sitreg would never deceive him. Evan's confidence was groundless, but he didn't need proof of Sitreg's honesty either. His unquestioning faith in himself and his choices were enough for him.

When they first met, Evan had determined what kind of man Sitreg was, so that was it. Evan was obviously not immune to betrayal by other people he believed in. But it happened very rarely and he had nothing much to complain about. He was well aware that everyone made mistakes, especially in relationships between people.

In a minute Sitreg brought a small, sharp dagger, some vials, and a couple of crimson leaves. Evan wasn't going to feel sorry for himself or be ceremonious so he simply said: "Old man, put the vials under my hand, and I'll do everything by myself."

Sitreg nodded and did as Evan had said.

Whoosh.

The next moment Evan took the dagger in his hands and, without a shadow of doubt on his face, made a deep cut in the wrist area. The blood quickly poured out and began to fill the vials. Cutting veins might not have been the smartest decision, but Evan knew what he was doing. The crimson leaves Sitreg had brought, were the "Bloody Fern", which easily could stop bleeding.

Now Sitreg had no money for such a plant, but he still had one from long ago. The lifespan of the "Bloody Fern" was very long, so it was no surprise that Sitreg still had this plant.

As Sitreg had said before, the leaves of the "Bloody Fern" were great for dealing with bleeding. Evan wouldn't die of bleeding, he just needed to put a few leaves on the wound and that was it. Of course, the effects of losing five hundred milliliters of blood were not the most pleasant, but bearable.

After a while, Evan grabbed the leaves and applied them to the wound, while Sitreg quickly closed the vials and set them apart. He would gradually water the seed of the "Bloody Perversity" with the young magician's blood, which would ensure that the plant would grow as quickly as possible.

"I don't often meet such cold-blooded young men, the weapon you`ve ordered really suits you." Sitreg said with a slight smile on his face.

Evan removed the leaves of the "Bloody Fern" and when he saw that the blood had stopped he smiled contentedly.

"Old man, I'm off. The rest is up to you. Wait for me in five days."

Evan left the forge, leaving Sitreg alone. Evan needed to prepare for the tournament properly. He wanted to give it his all. Evan wasn't about to learn new spells. Very soon, at the Academy of Magic he would learn what his Class was, so it was best to just keep practicing.

Only when he knew who he was: "Amplifier," "Creator," or "Summoner," he would learn other spells.

At that moment Evan had only reached the first stage of "Awareness" spells in "Ice Veil". It was impossible to get to the next stage in such a short period of time, so he decided to concentrate on "Magical Missile".

Evan was going to practice was the use of the "Summon Thorny Ivy" last. He was quite happy with the fact that this spell could immobilize an enemy for a while. He needed the firepower that "Magic Missile" could give him.

Soon Evan reached his home and immediately went to the lab.

In order to achieve the first stage of "Awareness" in a spell, one had to better understand the spell itself. The magician had to feel it, understand how it worked and what it could do. Of course, practice was an integral part of the process. But just using a spell was unlikely to make you understand it better.

"So...I think it's realistic to make it in ten days. I'd hate to go to a tournament without some progress." Quietly Evan muttered and put his hand out in front of him.

Since this was the beginning of his training, he decided to take things slowly. Mana gathered at his index finger and began to slowly turn into a bright, white dot. The next moment the dot turned into a beam that instantly flew into the wall of the lab and immediately there was an explosion.

"Perfectly well..." Said Evan.

Evan cast the spell perfectly. The explosion was powerful and expansive. The beam was fast and deadly, and there was exactly the right amount of mana.

It is worth understanding that the exact amount of mana is needed to be spent for the spell to be cast correctly. If there is not enough mana, then the spell will be too weak or not cast at all. If there is too much, the spell will be out of control.

The first time Evan had used "Ice Veil", he`d used too much mana and got badly frostbite as a result.

"Magic Missile" could even explode in his hand, with dire consequences. It's the same as detonating a bomb in your own hand.

Evan looked at the scene of the explosion and muttered quietly: "That was perfect...but is it any good? It's just an indication that I'm stumped!"

Evan got angry and the next moment his "Warp" started spinning furiously.