Chapter 20: 5 Years Old and Still in Need of Milk!

[Heaven Dominating Divine Sword Art] – First Form.

[Heaven Transcending Slash]

A brilliant slash of sword Qi cut through the forming portal. The once-stable gateway trembled violently before collapsing and disappearing entirely.

"Tur, my Buffalomate! What were you saying? I didn’t quite catch that," Caelum said as he looked at him pleasantly.

Tur immediately rushed forward and dropped to his knees, his head hitting the floor.

"IamsorryIamsorryIamsorry..." he babbled desperately.

"Alright, you can continue,"

With clear unwillingness, Tur once again cut his own hand. Blood sprayed onto the magic circle as he looked like a dying buffalo.

After muttering the incantation again, the portal slowly materialized.

"This is goodbye, small mate. I hope you live a long life!" Tur said with forced positivity before jumping through the portal.

The gateway vanished moments later.

"How interesting..." Caelum muttered.

He considered for a moment, then drew a small cut across his own hand and let the blood fall onto the same magic circle

Then, without fully understanding the meaning, he carefully repeated the exact words Tur had spoken earlier.

The magic circle flickered weakly.

Then it destabilized not forming the portal.

"Maybe I really need to learn magic now..." Caelum muttered as he prepared to leave the room.

***

A few days passed after the incident in the storehouse.

Currently, Caelum was inside the secret space, while Asta freely soared across the sky.

Caelum himself sat inside a small bathtub filled completely with Buffalomate milk, cultivating while soaking in it.

In just a few days, his skin had become noticeably smoother and his hair had gained a healthy shine.

Even his appearance had subtly changed, it almost looked as if he had grown an entire year within those few days.

"I should watch the knights train, maybe I can draw some inspiration from them." Caelum muttered.

Meanwhile, the milk around him was quietly being absorbed into his body.

’Old Ben is still bringing me milk every day... so I was right. There must be more Buffalomates here,’ he thought.

After finishing his cultivation, Caelum sent Asta back to the Spirit Plane and returned to his room.

He was still a child, so he had plenty of free time.

Most of it he spent cultivating or practicing his sword techniques.

And recently, he had also begun studying magic.

As he walked toward the knights’ training grounds, he spotted Old Ben waiting nearby.

"Ah, young master, the Count is calling for you," Old Ben said.

"Father...?" Caelum asked, confused.

His father rarely called for him unless they were playing together, studying philosophy, his reading writing classes, or eating.

"Were you going to watch the knights train?" Old Ben asked.

"Yes. I thought I could draw some inspiration from their techniques," Caelum replied.

Old Ben nodded silently.

As they walked, he secretly observed Caelum.

In just a few days, the boy had grown significantly stronger. Even his bones seemed denser, and his presence was deeply concealed.

’What a monster... He is already at the threshold of becoming a master. How is he even doing this?’ Old Ben wondered.

’And how is his physique strengthening so quickly? The Count hasn’t given him any resources aside from that milk...’

He questioned several of his life choices in silence.

Soon they arrived outside the Count’s room.

"Father!" Caelum exclaimed as he ran forward and hugged him.

After chatting casually for a while, Immortal Count Seth finally looked at Caelum seriously.

"I have bad news for you."

"W-WHAT?! Am I going to school early?!" Caelum panicked.

He was only five. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

According to unofficial noble customs, he still had two more years before starting school.

Was his father planning to send him to the local school in Annum County instead of the Imperial Zenith School directly?

Was he not noble enough?

"That’s not it, Caelum," Seth said calmly.

"You won’t be able to drink your regular milk anymore. The buffalo that was raised to produce your milk suddenly ran away."

"WHAT?!" Caelum exclaimed, acting as if he had absolutely nothing to do with it.

"So from today onward, no more milk as I can’t guarantee the safety of milk from other sources, and some might even contain poison."

"WAIT, WHAT NOW?!" Caelum said, genuinely baffled.

His father was definitely lying.

How hard was it for a Count of the Empire to obtain milk?

And the sudden mention of poison sounded completely absurd.

Still...

He was just a five-year-old child, right?

"WAAAH! DAD, I WANT MILK!" Caelum suddenly cried as he hugged Seth tightly.

Seth struggled to hold back his laughter, while Old Ben silently applauded Caelum’s shameless acting.

For someone born with aura, this was truly an impressive performance.

"Haha, don’t cry. I was joking. You’ll get your milk on time," Seth finally said, unable to hold back his laughter.

Caelum looked up at him with wide, red eyes.

He wanted to say something.

But he was too embarrassed.

’Shit... my acting was wasted.’

After a moment of awkward silence, Caelum quietly said,

"I’ll go train now."

He left the room, while Seth remained seated.

Seth had secretly recorded the entire scene.

"Haha... time to get you your buffalo," Seth said.

In the next moment, he vanished and reappeared directly inside the storehouse, exactly where the Buffalomate Tur had previously been imprisoned.

***

Hell, Mount Turak.

The sky was crimson.

CRUSH!

A massive buffalo stomped down, crushing the skull of a Prime Hellion, a monstrous creature with three eyes, wings, and a dinosaur-like body that radiated a murderous aura.

Even after absorbing the creature’s energy, the buffalo’s expression remained dark.

’Was I too soft? These people have grown too lax,’ Tur thought.

He was currently recovering his strength.

Tur had only been gone for a short time of five years, yet others had already begun fighting over control of Mount Turak.

Tur’s eyes turned blood-red as he remembered Caelum.

Never in his long life had he suffered such humiliation.

’First I will recover seventy percent of my strength... Then I will reunite with my loyal subordinates.’

His massive horns gleamed beneath the crimson sky as he began plotting his return to reclaim Mount Turak.