"Call the Elder Magus from the academy now! My brother has fainted from overuse of magic!"

The previously busy and lively hall turned dead silent after Young Master Jean fainted. Matthew's mother approached her son and asked, "What happened with Young Master?"

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"He said he wants to show me a magic trick…." Matthew replied. His eyes were glued on Little Jean, who fainted on his Big brother, Archduke Maximillien's arm.

He had something in mind, but he didn't dare to utter it to his mother because he knew it wasn't something normal for someone like him to think about.

The head butler ordered everyone to continue working because Young Master Jean was now in the good care of his Big brother. Young Master's magic trick made everything so messy, so their work was doubled.

Matthew's mother let her son do whatever he wanted while she was busy redecorating everything from ground zero.

Matthew had been standing still like a small statue for a good while before he asked his mother, "Mom, I'll look around."

"Yes, just don't go too far. If a guard told you to return, you must return immediately."

"Yes…" Matthew nodded. He walked away from the main hall to the garden. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. For an unknown reason, when he closed his eyes, he could sense the wonderful fragrance coming out of Little Jean's body.

It was like a pheromone that attracted him. When Little Jean used the magic just now, the smell around Little Jean got even stronger, and Matthew's sense heightened immediately.

He knew that Little Jean's room was on the first floor. He followed the trail of wonderful fragrance leading to a tall window. He stood outside of the window, listening to the conversation inside.

**

Maximillien was worried about Little Jean because Jean's face gradually turned pale and then ghastly. He sat at the edge of the bed, wiping Little Jean's sweat on his forehead with his handkerchief.

"WHERE IS THE ELDER MAGUS?!" Maximillien shouted, and the guards outside became too scared to react.

After hearing no response, Maximillien cursed, "GODDAMN, YOU ALL USELESS PIGS!"

Maximillien didn't know what to do here because he was only fourteen to fifteen years old. He was only trained to use magic out of self-defense.

"No, Jean, please stay with me, okay? The Elder Magus will come soon—"

"I don't think you need the Elder Magus, Your Highness."

Maximillien heard the voice echoing around the room. He looked around and found no one. He subconsciously shielded Little Jean and moved his hand to call the water from a vase. Maximillien turned it into a sharp ice spear.

"Who are you?" Maximillien asked.

"Do you not recognize my voice?"

Light particles slowly gathered in the middle of the room until it was bright enough to create a body. The light particle solidified, and Raphael De Argent pooped out of the light.

He slowly descended and stood in front of Maximillien, "Your Highness, I know exactly what happened to Little Jean, and I can heal him right here, right now. But you have to give your consent."

"What consent?" Maximillien peered suspiciously. He couldn't believe whatever this prince said, but when Little Jean's life was in the line, then maybe he had to yield for now.

"You must allow me to kiss Little Jean's lips. That's the only way to save him," Raphael said. Truthfully, he had been trying to hold himself for a while because jean was still too young.

But on this occasion, there was nothing he could do other than giving a kiss to Little Jean.

"Are you kidding me?! He is five years old!"

"And I'm only eight," Raphael said. "We have no time for this, move."

Raphael flicked his finger, and a strong gust pushed Maximillien to the wall, "Argh! You!"

Raphael ignored Maximillien, and he walked towards Jean. He stared at his fairy, whose face turned ashen. He sighed and then gave a little peck on Little Jean's lips, transferring the energy inside Little Jean's body.

Gradually, the ashen skin turned pearly white again, and Little Jean smiled as if he was having a good dream right now.

[Pupa: Ding! Raphael De Argent's Fatemeter increases to 35%.]

Raphael chuckled, "Sleep well, fairy."

Maximillien was stunned by what happened. He demanded an explanation from Raphael.

Raphael caressed Little Jean's head and explained, "I discovered Little Jean's unique body a few months ago while I was visiting. I showed him few tricks, and he unexpectedly followed all that I did once. As if he has the same one in a million holy magic as mine."

"But after he used it, he fainted immediately, and his skin turned ashen. I was panicked, but with the whisper from God, he told me that Little Jean had a unique ability to do all kinds of magic, specialized from someone that he likes. That's why he can use mine. It's similar to copying."

"To heal him back, I need to kiss his lips and transfer my magic to him," Raphael glanced at Maximillien. "We don't know if Little Jean will continue liking me in the future, but if he copied someone else's magic, then you must let that man kiss him because Jean would die if he didn't get the energy that he desperately needs."

Maximillien somehow still felt angry when he saw Raphael kissed his little brother, but when he saw that Jean was getting better, he had to admit defeat.

"I will protect my brother. I'll never allow him to use magic anymore. So he won't be touched by someone like you," Maximillien said.

Raphael shrugged. He knew sooner or later, Jean would fall in love deeply with someone, "Just keep him safe, as long as he doesn't use any magic until he's well trained, then he will be alright."

**

Meanwhile, Matthew listened to everything from outside. And after a long explanation about Little Jean's body, the only thing in his mind was…

'I want to kiss Jean… only I can kiss Jean….'