Life experiences can lead a person to maturity. Although Julius Caesar still appeared unchanged on the surface after all these events, Martin could tell that he had gained a new sense of seriousness and responsibility.

Julius Caesar wanted to increase his strength—the power to protect his princess. As a mage, Martin found this extremely troublesome, because Julius Caesar still couldn’t master advanced magic. Strangely, though, Julius Caesar could skillfully use all four types of basic magic. The most interesting discovery was that Julius Caesar could even use fire magic underwater. Even as a mage, Martin had to isolate water before casting, otherwise the power of fire magic would be at most one-tenth, and its accuracy would be low. This was true for all mages, let alone others. Yet Julius Caesar’s fireballs were unaffected, as if water was no different from air, having little impact.

Faced with this phenomenon—miraculous to the point of being bizarre—Martin was not overly surprised. Ever since that night when the divine moon descended, nothing about Julius Caesar could surprise him anymore. Anything that happened to him seemed normal. The flow of magic within Julius Caesar was also strange. Any mage had to use their mental power to compromise with the vast magical elements of the outside world to cast spells, and the speed depended on magical and mental strength. The power within was not particularly strong. However... Julius Caesar’s magic had nothing to do with external elements; it was all directly released from within, with no time lag at all.

One must face reality, and Martin had no solution, so he could only devise some combat methods suited to Julius Caesar’s unique situation.

There was another key reason why humans could defeat the sea tribes: humans could cultivate battle energy. Not everyone had the talent to become a mage, while among the sea tribes, only the dragon clan possessed innate dragon battle energy, and the giant whale clan had whale battle energy. The rest relied on their natural combat abilities. In terms of talent, the sea tribes did have an advantage, but human battle energy was even more formidable.

Martin was a mage, but he still understood some warrior techniques. Dual cultivation of magic and martial arts was not uncommon among humans. Sometimes, mages also needed to train their bodies as support, and warriors who knew a bit of basic magic could also benefit in combat. There were quite a few such people.

Of course, every field has its specialists, and many people still disagreed with this approach. Martin was one of them; he was a pure mage. But Julius Caesar was different—he couldn’t be measured by ordinary standards.

When he realized he couldn’t break through in magic, Julius Caesar devoted all his energy to refining his battle energy. Maybe fate was playing a joke on him, because his battle energy was also strange. Even the well-traveled Martin couldn’t tell what kind it was. But Julius Caesar himself was quite open-minded about it, giving it the grand name—Sea Battle Energy.

Combat is the best way to improve one’s abilities, so the Bermuda Death Sea began to grow restless. The surrounding sea folk often heard terrifying roars from super-level sea monsters in the Death Sea, as if they were suffering some kind of torment, making the listeners’ hair stand on end.

“Claws, don’t run, it’s your turn today!”

A giant Oaken super-level sea monster was being chased all over by Julius Caesar, who was hurling small fireballs, wind blades, water arrows, and even earth balls erupting from nearby rocks. The monster was leaping and dodging everywhere, but such attacks were mere drizzle to a super-level sea monster and couldn’t cause real harm. Still, the sea monsters of Bermuda were all unwilling to spar with Julius Caesar.

...Resolutely refusing to fight back or talk back.

This was hardly effective training, which was also what gave Martin a headache. His own combat power was far too strong, so sparring with Julius Caesar was also ineffective. This couldn’t go on, but he also didn’t feel at ease letting Julius Caesar go train elsewhere.

But he himself couldn’t leave the Bermuda Sea for too long. What should he do?

Watching Julius Caesar chasing super-level sea monsters all over, Martin saw something different from before: persistence, determination, and... hope.

This man was not just a simple prince of Kaliya. He would be someone remembered by history forever. The fate of such a person should not be in Martin’s hands, but in the hands of the gods. By protecting the prince, he was also restricting his development!

An eagle should soar in the vast sky. Even if there are storms, they will only make him stronger!

Chapter Six: A Fateful Encounter (Part One)

The atmosphere at this meal was unusual, because Julius Caesar didn’t ask Martin to cook as usual, but instead cooked himself and secretly brought out some fine wine he had hidden away. Neither of them spoke, but both felt something in their hearts, eating and drinking in silence.

“Teacher, I want to go out and seek strength.” There was none of his usual joking; at this moment, Julius Caesar was incomparably serious. This was also the first time he had earnestly called Martin “teacher” instead of “old man.”

Martin’s eyes grew moist. The young eagle would one day grow up. He was gratified to see the dignity of Alexander reappear in the prince.

“Go, walk the path you want to walk. Your fate is in your own hands!” As he spoke, Martin took out a bundle and placed it in front of Julius Caesar. “Here are the things you’ll need. Go, a true man’s ambition lies far and wide!”

“Yes, teacher!”