“It’s too soon,” Hilda protested.

Hannah regarded Hilda with understanding but firmly said, “We don’t have a choice. Curious and smart as he is, Sokram will keep exploring, and without guidance, he’s bound to hurt himself.”

"Besides..." she added with a small smile, "you should be proud. You gave birth to a genius who has just surpassed everyone in recorded history. Not even Lord Paragon Agorath could wield all three forms of energy at the age of four, and back then, they only cultivated Magi and Aura.”

Brunhild, approaching them with a thoughtful expression, nodded in agreement. “She’s right, Hilda. We need to guide him, or his curiosity and talent might consume him. Still…” She glanced at the pile of sand that had once been a heavy boulder and shook her head in disbelief. “How didn’t he blow his fist apart with how dense that lump of energy was?”

“Maybe because he wasn’t using just one energy,” Hannah mused. “I sensed all three, but it seemed like there was something more profound in his movements.”

Her curiosity piqued, she moved toward Sokram, who sat quietly with Moira on the snowy grass.

“Darling,” Hannah called softly, settling beside him, “can you tell Nana how you did that?”

Sokram looked up at her, his silvery eyes wide with feigned innocence. “I’m sorry,” he muttered in a small voice. “I didn’t mean to break it. I just wanted to use that technique like Mom and Astrid. I tried to do what they do when they train, but it didn’t work.”

Hannah smiled knowingly.

She’d often caught him watching Hilda and Astrid spar in the backyard, his curiosity boundless.

Stroking his snowy hair, she reassured him, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Do you remember when Nana told you how special you are? What you did…” She gestured toward the pile of sand, now scattering in the wind over the snowy grass, “...was amazing. We first need to teach you how to do it properly so you don’t hurt yourself.”

“You mean you’re going to teach me how to cultivate?!” Sokram’s face lit up, his pain momentarily forgotten as he bounced in excitement like a child with a new toy.

“Yes,” Hannah replied with a gentle chuckle. “But first, tell Nana exactly how you did it.”

Sokram nodded, his gaze turning thoughtful. “Well… I’ve been seeing these smoky lights floating around for a while now,” he began, scanning the air as if searching for something. “At first, it was just that bluish one,” he said, pointing toward an area near Hilda and Brunhild where the air was thick with mana.

“Then, I started seeing the reddish one, too. It’s mostly in objects like Astrid’s sword or those people who hide in the trees whenever Nana Marg comes to visit.” He pointed again, his small finger tracing the path of energy only he could see, shocking Margiory and her guards at how sharp his senses were.

“And then there’s a greenish one,” he continued. “It shows up a lot around plants, but it also appears whenever I get hurt, and Auntie Moira heals me.” He gestured toward a cluster of plants nearby and Moira’s hand, which still cradled his own.

“Not long ago, I started seeing another one, a blackish-red one, like muddy water pouring out. It’s mostly from the monsters Mom and Astrid hunt, but when they purify it, it turns into the first three.” He ended his explanation by pointing toward the small slaughterhouse at the end of the backyard.

“You mean you can see energy? The same way you can see me?” Brunhild asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.

“Not exactly,” Sokram admitted, tilting his head. “At first, I had to force my eyes really hard, but now...”

Before he could finish, Hannah’s face flashed inches from his, her wide eyes scrutinizing his own.

Margiory, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. “Is his Dragon Sight… open?”

“Yes…” Hannah murmured, her voice a mix of awe and confusion. “But… how? His mana heart hasn’t formed yet… unless…” She trailed off, lost in thought, before motioning for Sokram to sit on her lap.

“Darling,” she said softly, “breathe deeply and hold it for as long as you can.”

Sokram obeyed, knowing full well what Hannah was attempting to assess. He breathed deeply, held his breath, and felt the soft, probing tendrils of her mana reaching into his body.

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The energy coursed through him, sweeping over his lungs like a current in a quiet river, carefully measuring their capacity and function.

Hannah’s brows furrowed in concentration as she analyzed the results. His lungs were not only open but actively absorbing mana at a rate she had only read about in ancient texts. This fact alone explained how he could access Dragon Sight without a fully formed mana heart, a feat that should have been impossible at his age.

Intrigued, she decided to delve deeper, searching for any signs of draconic gifts manifesting in his young body.

Closing her eyes, she let her mana flow into him systematically as she worked.

The other women watched in silence, their eyes fixated on her, watching every micro-movement she made.

Hannah was thorough, testing each part of his body with unwavering focus. When her mana finally withdrew, her hands trembled slightly as she rested them on his infant's back, her face a picture of disbelief.

"Dragon Sight, Precognition, Mind of Magi, Mana Breathing, Mana Purification, Physical Mana Veins, and Dragon Heart..." She murmured, repeating the list as if trying to convince herself it was real.

Never before had she encountered a dragon, let alone a child, with every draconic gift awakened.

Her voice broke the tense silence, drawing stunned looks from the others. “Do you understand what this means?”

Though her question was more rhetorical than anything.

Sokram, at the tender age of four, had surpassed every dragon recorded in their planet’s history in terms of potential.

Breaking from her reverie, Hannah turned to Margiory, “You have means to test the High Human bloodline, don’t you?”

Margiory nodded, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface of a wooden box retrieved from her spatial ring.

She opened it carefully, revealing an array of intricate artifacts designed to test inherited abilities.

The first item caught Sokram’s eye immediately, a memory board, deceptively plain with its thousand neatly carved squares.

As Margiory injected mana into the slab, glowing symbols flickered to life, dancing across its surface like fireflies before vanishing just as quickly. Sokram‘s silvery eyes gleamed with curiosity, already anticipating the challenge ahead.

“Sokram, can you remember where the matching symbols are?” Margiory asked, placing the board before him.

Sokram nodded eagerly, his finger darting across the board with surprising speed.

Margiory frowned, thinking he was merely playing around, but Hannah placed a hand on her arm, flashing her a knowing smile. "Let him finish."

Silence filled the backyard as they watched Sokram work, his focus unwavering despite his young age.

When Sokram declared he had finished, Margiory activated the board again. To her shock, almost every square lit up green, signaling correct matches. Only a few pairs were red.

“Nana Marg, I’m sorry,” Sokram said, feigning disappointment. “I couldn’t get them all right. Can I try again?”

Margiory, still reeling, reset the board.

This time, Sokram was even faster, and this time, every square turned green.

Sokram, ever the actor, put on a sheepish expression and asked, “Did I break it? Why is she looking at it like that?”

Hannah burst into laughter, shaking her head, “Oh no, darling, you didn’t break the board,” she grinned mischievously. “But I think you just broke her mind!”

Margiory blinked, her mouth opening slightly as she stared blankly at the glowing board. “Well, I guess we can confirm Hyperthymesia,” she muttered, rubbing her temples as if trying to stop her mind from spiraling. “Though I’ve never seen it at this level before.”

Astrid, catching on to the humor, added, “Heh, wait until you catch him reading a book at two pages a second. That sight will truly break your mind.”

The lighthearted exchange broke the tension, filling the air with laughter as Margiory shook her head and muttered, “I’m starting to think I might need a second brain to keep up with him.”

The tests continued, each one more astonishing than the last. By the end, Margiory was muttering to herself, much like Hannah had earlier. “Hyperthymesia, Hyper Cognition, Aether Resonance, Biomorphism, Enhanced Aura Absorption, Hyper Spirit Essence Conversion, and Hyper Muscular Growth…”

Hilda sighed, sinking onto the snowy grass beside them.

Her gaze lingered on Sokram and then on the memory board, and she muttered, “I wonder about the other three bloodlines…” Her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of pride.

Turning to Moira, Hannah asked softly, “I know you’re a Snow Elf, but do you have the means to test for Sun or Moon Elf bloodlines?”

Moira shook her head regretfully. “The kits are with my grandfather at the Frozen Root Academy.”

Margiory placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll procure the kits and bring them next time. You can leave that to me,” Her cryptic smile and the glimmer of determination in her eyes suggested no ordinary means would suffice.

Then, turning to Sokram with pride, she added, “But as for you, my handsome and talented grandson, is there anything you want?”

Sokram’s eyes sparkled.

He knew Margiory’s nurturing nature well. “I’ve been reading about alchemy,” he spoke thoughtfully. “But I also read that to master it, you need to know the ancient languages. Could I have some dictionaries and alchemy books?”

When Sokram voiced his request, Margiory cringed inwardly.

A boy his age asking for alchemy reading materials and dictionaries? She half-expected him to ask for a sword or something more fitting for a child obsessed with adventure.

Still, she relented, nodding slowly, “I’ll bring you everything I can.”

Before Margiory could continue, Hannah interjected with a proud smile. “If it’s alchemy, I can teach you instead, darling.”

Sokram’s eyes lit up greedily. He had been waiting for her to say those very words.

After all, Hannah wasn’t just any alchemist. She was one of the greatest in the world and the undisputed best in the Northern Continent.

Her secondary class was Grandmaster Arcane-Alchemist.

She was so skilled that even the prestigious Council of Magi recognized her as one of the greatest.