Lullaby

Mia wasn't the only one shocked. Outside the dormitory building, the expressions of the prison instructors who had been keeping a close eye on the situation also changed in unison.

“That's Holy Power! How is that possible?”

They knew that Tyr's mother was Ivelina of the Holy Family, giving him the foundation to cultivate Holy Power. However, being sent here meant he was supposed to cultivate the magic power of House Callis.

Their eyes turned in unison toward Tina. As his swordsmanship instructor, she should be the most familiar with Tyr's situation.

Yet at this moment, even the usually expressionless Tina wore a look of utter shock.

“He... during swordsmanship class, he clearly used the magic power unique to House Callis.”

Hearing Tina's words, horror washed over the faces of the others. This meant Tyr possessed more than one type of magic power.

“A dual-magic wielder.”

In the end, it was the chief instructor, Ryder, who voiced this unbelievable conclusion.

A dual-magic wielder. Countless geniuses throughout history had pursued this path, only to fail in the end.

Yet today, they were actually witnessing two types of magic power within an eight-year-old child.

Though Ryder maintained a calm exterior, a tempest raged in his heart.

“What an incredible little fellow.”

They had thought Tyr's performance was already genius enough, but it turned out they had still vastly underestimated him.

Mastering two types of magic power was an unprecedented feat.

According to continental history, even the dragon race, hailed as the darlings of magic, could not possess two types of magic power simultaneously.

Whether they were chromatic dragons, metallic dragons, or gem dragons, they could only master a single element in their lifetime.

“I will report Tyr's situation to the Grand Duke. Other than that, not a single word about what you saw tonight is to be leaked.”

Ryder turned to look at the others, the sheer authority in his gaze pressing down on them.

“Understood.”

...

Inside Sevira's dormitory.

Under the soothing influence of the Holy Power, Sevira's emotions finally stabilized.

She began to yawn, but after experiencing that nightmare just now, she didn't dare fall asleep.

“Lie down properly. How about I sing you a lullaby?”

Seeing Sevira nodding off but struggling to stay awake, Tyr spoke with a smile.

“Brother Tyr, you know how to sing lullabies too?”

Sevira asked in surprise. It felt as though her Brother Tyr knew how to do everything.

Tyr replied, “Just a little.”

Once Sevira lay down properly, Tyr sat at the head of the bed and began to sing softly.

“The stars in the sky do not speak, the child on the earth misses mother. The eyes in the sky blink and blink, mother's heart is a lupin flower...”

Tyr had a very pleasant voice. Combined with his current childish tone, it was indeed quite soothing. However, Tyr quickly noticed that far from drifting off, Sevira's eyes were growing redder and starting to well up with tears.

“Brother Tyr, I miss Mother.”

As Tyr's song drifted through the room, Sevira suddenly remembered how, back home, whenever she was unhappy, she would always throw herself into her mother's arms.

Her mother would gently pat her back while whispering comforting words.

Since arriving at the Sword Prison, she had faced the undisguised malice of the other reserve candidates and endured brutal training. Though Sevira was strong, she was ultimately just an eight-year-old child.

Especially tonight, after suffering such a fright, she had no warm, familiar embrace to turn to. She could only curl up alone in the corner of her bed, shivering.

The grievances in her heart piled up until, finally, she burst into tears.

Tyr: "..."

“Well... let's try a different one.”

Tyr really hadn't expected his lullaby to make her cry instead of putting her to sleep.

Looking at Sevira's red eyes and silent tears, Tyr sighed.

“Never mind, just let it all out first.”

When you're sad, you should cry out loud. Bottling it up only makes you more depressed.

Over time, a person might even forget how to cry, and that would be far more painful.

“Brother Tyr, I... sob, sob...”

The medicinal baths had hurt so much, the Sword Qi Body Tempering had hurt so much, and being cornered and bullied by those people had hurt so much. The grievances in her heart had long made her want to weep bitterly.

But this was the Sword Prison; she had to be strong.

When Tyr had first approached her and she had smiled and greeted him, it wasn't because she truly didn't care about the bullying. It was because she didn't want to project her negative emotions onto others like those bullies did.

The principles her father taught her and the tenderness her mother showed her made it impossible for her to let herself become a villain like them.

However, after tonight's string of shocks, Sevira could no longer hold it in. She wept aloud, releasing all the grievances she had suppressed deep in her heart over the past month and a half.

After a while, Sevira's crying gradually subsided, her delicate little face drenched in tears.

Tyr took a silk handkerchief from Mia and wiped the tear stains from Sevira's face.

“Feel better?”

“Yes.”

Sevira nodded, her voice still a little muffled.

“The dark sky hangs low, the bright stars follow. The insects fly, the insects fly, who is it that you miss?”

With a gentle melody flowing, Tyr switched to another song.

“Um, Brother Tyr, is there something a bit more cheerful?”

Sevira pulled up the blanket, leaving only her eyes exposed. Although both songs were beautiful, she couldn't help but feel a lingering sense of melancholy in them.

“Let me think.”

Tyr rubbed his chin, searching through his sparse mental library for lullabies he had heard in his past life.

“Ah, I've got one.”

Suddenly, Tyr recalled another song. He cleared his throat and began to sing softly.

“The moon is bright, the wind is quiet, the leaves cover the windowpanes...”

“The crickets chirp, sounding like the strumming of zither strings...”

“The music is soft, the tune is sweet, as the cradle gently sways...”

Sevira closed her eyes and gradually drifted into a deep sleep to the melodious tune.

Hearing Sevira's breathing grow steady and deep, Tyr brought his song to an end.

Sending one last thread of Holy Power to circulate around Sevira's head to soothe her mind, Tyr stood up and led Avia out of the room.

“Thank you, Young Master Tyr.”

Before they left, Mia bowed respectfully and thanked Tyr.

With Sevira as her master, Mia was naturally deeply grateful to Tyr for helping her find peace.

“There is no need for that. She calls me brother, and I have always regarded Sevira as a younger sister. It is only natural for an older brother to comfort his frightened little sister.”

“Young Master Tyr, I will absolutely never speak a word of your ability to use Holy Power.”

Mia promised with utmost solemnity.

“Okay.”

Tyr nodded. However, he suspected the instructors of the Sword Prison probably already knew. Given the situation tonight, there was no way they wouldn't be keeping watch outside the dormitory building.