Felix trained me rigorously. This is the third day I am spending in this world and we decided that yesterday I would just deal with paperwork but from today onwards I would start my training once more.
Yesterday I slowly figured out the past and what had happened to Artorius before me. Artorius Dorman was my full name and I was the king of one of the eight kingdoms that are in the continent. After my father passed I was crowned king and became a trash slowly, unable to cope with my fathers passing. Alcohol became my friend and it drove me to insanity and the kingdom to ruins.
Luckily I took over Artorius body and now I can set everything back on track. Word of my sudden change has reached the ears of many in the kingdom and is slowly reaching the high kings as well. The Aberdeen should become wary of this as well meaning they will slowly pull away, hopefully.
Felix taught me how to create elements and cast them. I got the hang of them quite easily and realised how easy it was to control mana. Though its due to my body which was trained beforehand to control this mana and store such large amounts.
We moved onto sword fighting which is where I was not sure of how to go about it. I knew the basics but never tried it in practice. Felix brought forth a well built sword. It looked like any other sword; it had more heritage behind it than just being an ordinary sword crafted for the noble.
Warriors Ballad was its name and it was forged during the second war with the Aberdeen Kingdom for my father. He passed it down to me after I became a novice in sword fighting. It was a well built sword overall, light and sharp, even had no extra accessories. It made the sword not stand out but also made it quite practical.
I take it out of the scabbard and take a stance.