The Moon Thief

***5 days later***

Heinald was thinking over and over again what he had been through for days. His eyes, which used to be brown, were now a mixture of green and yellow. Moreover, he realized that he did not forget anything he saw in the past days. He had read dozens of books to verify, and he clearly remembered every word in each line of them all.

He wouldn't tell his grandfather about it, no, he wouldn't tell anyone about it. Because it was simply an incomprehensible power. If anyone found out about it, he would do anything to get that power. Sure, he trusted his grandfather, but he had a mouth and could speak. When his grandfather asked what happened to the color of his eyes,he reacted as if he had noticed it for the first time. Poor Lavs, immediately began to search for the reason.

He was worried about his grandson.

"If you have acquired a power for free,that means there is a big problem." Heinald was uneasy.

These words of a sage came to his mind every time. Normally he should have been quite happy to have acquired such power, but he was afraid. He had thought about his conversation with that man again and again.

Did he get this power for free?

Was this destiny?

Will he have to pay a consideration?

He didn't know, but the only thing he knew was that he couldn't live with constant fear. That's why he was constantly suggesting himself to get rid of his fear.

"Heinald, come here I'm starting potion brewing."

When he heard his grandfather calling him, he got up from his bed and went to the potion room. When he examined the ingredients his grandfather had prepared, he realized that his grandfather was making Low-Level Healing Potion. Healing Potions were more effective on wounds than ointments, but were divided into levels among themselves according to their healing speed and healing standard. It was a little more difficult to make than potions like Constitution Potion.

As usual, he watched his grandfather making the potion carefully, this time thanks to his eyes, he could clearly see the reactions of the ingredients in the potion at every new stage. Undoubtedly, this would make his job quite easy in brewing potions.

"Wait ... Through Moon Thief's eyes, can i see the Spirit Flame and reactions on a potion?" His eyes sparkled with a new thought, impatiently waiting for his grandfather to use Spirit Flame.

When his grandfather started to use Spirit Flame, he observed the process with all his attention.

"This is..." He could really see the Spirit Flame. He could see a surge of energy rushing into the ingredients. After the process of purifying the toxicity in the ingredients, he immediately focused his eyes on reactions occuring in the potion. He was trembling with excitement, he could even become a potion master through the Moon Thief's eyes. 

Heinald watched his grandfather's making Potion of Constitution Potion with all his attention.

He immediately went to his room after the potion brewing was finished and repeatedly visualized the process of making the potion. Through the Moon Thief's eyes, he was able to observe even the slightest change that was happening in potion, and every moment was stuck in his mind.

"The first thing I need to focus on should be to be able to control the Spirit Flame. When I can fully control the Spirit Flame, I can start brewing potions." Heinald muttered.

In the following days, Heinald spent all of his time trying to fully control the Spirit Flame. He had worked every day for a period of two months, eventually being able to control the Spirit Flame. Moreover, he had read all the books his grandfather had and, since he could remember them all, he had greatly expanded his knowledge. 

Heinald was now completely sure of himself. He went to him to let him know that he was ready to brew the potion.

"Grandfather, I think I have improved enough in controlling the Spirit Flame." Heinald's eyes were shining.

"Is that so?" The old man took his eyes off the book and started looking at his grandson. Although there was some expectation in his eyes, he didn't seem very convinced.

Heinald nodded.

"Show me."

Although Lavs could not see the Spirit Flames emanating from Heinald's hand, he could feel the energy. Seeing that Heinald increased and decreased the amount of Spirit Flame he produced as he wanted, the old man was convinced.

"You really can control it! Well done, son." Lavs was very happy. His grandson accomplished something quite difficult to find. Controlling the Spirit Flame was very difficult for most of relevant persons with potion brewing. He achieved this at the age of 17. This is not an achievement to be underestimated.

Heinald would make a Constitution Potion on his own. He went and prepared the necessary ingredients. After confirming that all the ingredients were ready, he started making the potion. However, his first attempt failed because he put one of the ingredients early. He thought it was because of excitement. He took a deep breath and began his second attempt. This time there was no problem with the ingredients, but because he used the Spirit Flame a little too much, the ingredients in the potion were damaged and the potion failed again. On his third attempt, he failed because he had little use of the Spirit Flame.

While his grandfather was making the potion, he had carefully observed how the potion should look like, but it was still normal for him to make mistakes. Despite having the Moon Thief's eyes, tracking the reactions in the potion was still challenging. That is why the vast majority of Ainsars refrained from making potions. On his fourth try, he finally successfully brewed a Constitution Potion.

"I did it!" A surge of joy swept through Heinald.

Lavs was in a shock like never before. He had neither heard nor seen anyone who managed to make a potion on his first four attempts. It was not enough for his grandson to watch him make potions since he was young, that took five years to make his first potion and even that was considered a good achievement at the time.

"Y-You..How?" Lavs didn't know what to say.

"Hm?"

"How did you manage to brew in the first four attempts?" Lavs asked slowly, still the expression of pure shock on his face.

"I guess I just got lucky." Heinald shrugged.

"There's no chance in brewing potions. You've accomplished something incredible. Watching me for years may explain how you can track the addition time and reactions of ingredients, but it doesn't explain who you just learned could set the Spirit Flame in such a short time." Lavs shock was slowly giving way to excitement and happiness.

Was his grandson a potion genius?

This would no doubt provide him with a future that would pass in dignity and abundance. Even if he could not be a strong Ainsar, if he became a great Potions Master, even mighty Ainsars would bow before him. After all, potions were very important for them.

Heinald was always busy making potions in the following days. He was deliberately making the mistake of not giving his grandfather a heart attack, but he could actually successfully brew Constitution Potion and Low-Level Healing Potion. At the same time, he was trying to learn a new spell. His job was much easier because he could memorize the pattern of the spell at a glance, but still, an error that would arise during application could even lead to death. That's why he visualized the casting phase of spell many times in his mind.

"Wind of Aira"

Unfortunately, there was only one spell he could learn, he was an Apprentice Ainsar yet, and the number of spells he could learn was very limited. Spells are divided into six ranks: Low, Middle,High,Legendary,Immortal and Divine.

Moreover, even he was not an Apprentice Ainsar, the number of spells he could learn would be quite limited. Spells were not easy things to find. He was lucky that his grandfather was an Ainsar.

Wind of Aira was a wind-based Low Rank spell. With a sudden wind wave, the enemy's attack was blocked or the enemy was directly blown back. However, the wind did not cause any damage to the opponent, unless external factors are taken into account.

With the knock on the door, he drove out his thoughts and went to open it.

When he opened the door, he saw an old man with long white hair and a beard. The old man's blue eyes matched with his robe. He knew this man, this man was his grandfather's old friend Luian.

"Master Luian!" Heinald bowed his head slightly as he greeted Ainsar in front of him.

"Little Heinald! You've grown since last time I saw you. Time is passing really fast ..." The old man patted Heinald's shoulder.

Luian! Welcome, old friend." Lavs had come out of the next room when he heard his friend's voice.

"Old Lavs! It's good to see you, my old friend. How are you since you haven't seen?" After the two friends hugged each other, they went inside and started chatting. The two old friends told each other about what they've done since the last time they met. Luian began to talk about the events happening in the outside world superficially. What he was talking about was often the conflicts between powerful Ainsar families and alliances. These powerful alliances held control of everything in the Ainsar World, including kingdoms and empires.