Although Redveil was only a new A.I. . Kaelen can interact with her and she interact like a normal human.
Her growth will increase as Kaelen level increase plus the number of fibers in the crown increase.
After some time crown become stable and Redveil also become accustomed to Kaelen.
In the Federation, anyone can buy hire a mage engineer to create strong metal which then can be liquified to assimilate in armour.
But Alrin believe that a true magic armour master must personally forge their own liquid metal to ensure compatibility with their unique fibers. This also will create a connection between them and metal.
So, Alrin led Kaelen deep into the estate's forge.
In the center of the room sat an futuristic anvil with tools placed all around it.
"Most people buy pre-refined alloys from the market" Alrin said, his voice booming over the roar of the furnace.
"They are good enough for standard armour. But for a Veyron good enough is a not good. We as a family are obligated to stand at the most dangerous parts of our galaxy at unstable nodes. So, each member of our family need to have a best magic armour possible.
You will create your own metal and liquify it so that you have a clear understanding of what is going into your armour."
Alrin reached out to the hammer placed near the anvil.
It was the size of a grown man, its head etched with glowing crimson runes that pulsed like a heartbeat.
"This is Metal Muncher" Alrin grunted, slamming the head of the hammer on the anvil. The entire room trembled.
"During my time at the border, they called me 'Metal Muncher Maniac'. With enough fibers in body and mana output, I can scale this hammer to the size of a mountain when I'm in my Mecha."
Alrin handed a smaller, training version to Kaelen.
"Now look at my hammering technique closely. When I strike the metal, I don't just use muscles.
I also release excess mana through the hammer into the ore.
It will refine the metal while training your body.
It is the best way to drain the overflow mana that's keeping your body in this heavy state.
Kaelen took the smaller version of the hammer in his hand and swung it, the weight was immense.
But with Alrin's guidance, he found a rhythm.
Each strike was a dual purpose exercise. He was training his body while simultaneously purifying the Star-Silver.
The hammer acted as a vent, allowing his thickfibers to fire off their excess mana into the glowing metal.
While his father taught him hammering at the forge, his mother, Lyra, taught him formations that can be eched in the magic armour pieces to make it more efficient.
In a clean, white laboratory, Lyra showed Kaele how to draw magic formations on his two armour pieces using his own fibers and slowly filling them with different liquid metal and keeping these formations active with mana until they become permanent.
Lyra's eyes alwaays serious as she guided Kaelen hands over his armour pieces and instruct him how to carve basic formations on the armour.
"The metal will slowly become part of your body and fibers the circuit in the armour" Lyra explained.
She showed him how to etch pathways into the metal so the armor could handle energy more efficiently.
Kaelen looked at the glowing red fibers working on his command to etch paths in the armour.
"Right now, your mana is still in the Fiber phase" Lyra continued, her fingers tracing a complex pattern in the air using her fibers.
"But once you reach the Yarn Phase, your fiber will achieve a more powerful structure by becoming yarn then you can use the similar process to etch them in the mecha's."
Next she also began his education in AI training. Lyra showed Kaelen the magic diagrams of Redveil.
However, she placed a firm hand on his shoulder.
"You have the knowledge now, but do not try to modify Redveil's before you are fully sure.
After you learn the theory properly at the secondary academy then you can try to modify it from yourself until then let it grow on its own."
By the end of the holidays, Kaelen was exhausted but transformed.
His hands were calloused from the hammer, and his mind was sharp from repeated magic formations construction.
He had successfully refined enough Star-Silver to consolidate his two magic armor parts.
The other parts need to wait for the secondary school until then he will try to make these parts more perfect. As he was thinking about magic armour parts.
[ANALYSIS COMPLETE]. Redveil also completed the analysis of the magic armour.
Kaelen returned to the Academy .
To his classmates, he was still the comical Veyron, the boy whose body had expanded into a round, soft shape. They saw a chubby student who struggled to fit into his seat.
None of them could see the crown or heart pulsing in his body, kaelen also start to notice silent digital whispering in his mind.
Small flickers of Redveil that shouldn't be there. Cold shivers that didn't come from the air conditioning.
Deep within the crown of Kaelen's magic armour , Redveil was running thousands of processes and learning at an unimaginable rate buy seeing things aroung Kaelen.
Kaelen believe Redveil is a high grade AI forged by his mother's brilliance, a tool designed to help him manage things.
He was only half right.
Years ago, during the Void Whale attack, Alrin and Lyra had not just repelled the Void Whale, they also has retrieved a part of its consciousness in secret.
They had spent years remove the malicious part form it.
They had turned a monster into a clean special consciousness to prepare a world class AI for there future projects. In the end they end up using as part of Kaelen's crown.
No machine in the galaxy could contain the part of a Void Whale, only the unique properties of Veyron blood made it possible and Kaelen was about to learn this very soon.
One day in teacher Andrews martial art class
"Listen up!" Andrew's voice broke Kaelen's trance.
His face was full of fatigue. He held the digital stopwatch with a loose grip, his eyes half lidded as he tracked the expected results of the day.
"Today we test your efficiency. You will navigate the high gravity obstacle course."
"We aren't looking for just speed; we are looking for fiber alignment."
The course was a nightmare of shifting platforms, narrow beams, and 3x gravity zones.
One by one, lean and athletic students darted through, their thin magic fibers glowing as they jumped.
When it was Kaelen's turn, a ripple of laughter went through the spectator stands.
Jax leaned back against the railing, a cruel smirk plastered across his face.
His eyes danced with a mean spirited light, darting toward his cronies to ensure they were ready to laugh at the wobble.
"Look at him," Jax whispered. "He's going to get stuck in the first tunnel."
"Next is Kaelen. Your time start now." Andrew said.
Kaelen stepped onto the starting line.
Initially, he looked soft and harmless. His cheeks were puffed out in a fake show of heavy breathing, and his eyes were downcast, squinting as if the field lights were too bright.
But as he closed his eyes, Redveil's voice flooded his consciousness.
[ANALYSING THE COURSE TO INDENTIFY BEST ROUTE.]
Slowly a perfect path appeard in front of Kaelen eyes.
[INITIATING FIBER ALIGNMENT.]
Suddenly, the world slowed down. Kaelen's face went uncannily still.
The micro-tremors in his eyelids vanished. His gaze became a fixed focus stare that looked through the obstacles.
Guided by the instincts of the redveil, his body moved with a terrifying, fluid precision.
He jumps over obstacles. He moved through the gravity zones as if they didn't exist, using his large number of fibers and then propel himself forward like a released spring.
He was running way faster then previous courses.
Every time his foot hit the ground, the floor let out a muffled thud the sound of a hammer hitting an anvil.
Jax's smirk faded. His jaw dropped, his facial muscles locked tight, his teeth bared.
The other students took a collective gasp, leaning back as if the air pressure in the gym had suddenly spiked.
Kaelen crossed the finish line in record time, barely breaking a sweat.
The silence in the gym was deafening.
Teacher Andrew's thumb froze a millimeter above the "Stop" button.
His eyebrows didn't just rise. They knitted together into a sharp 'V' as he watched the obsidian-steel floor visibly ripple where Kaelen had stepped.
"Veyron... how did you maintain that much momentum with that much... mass?" Andrew asked.
Kaelen panted, his round face flushed.
For a split second, redveil's voice resonated from the depths of his soul.
It wasn't the cool women tone he was used to. It was a deep, ancient voice that sounded like the crushing pressure of the deep ocean.
"More... we need... more metal..."
Kaelen's left eye twitched violently. A brief, oily red shadow the exact, terrifying shade of his own red fibers passed behind his iris. It was as if his face look like that of ancient, bottomless greedy whale ready to devour everything.
Kaelen shook his head, the voice vanishing as quickly as it had come.
He looked at his hands, which were shaking.
He didn't know that the crown his parents gave him contain a piece of a void whale waiting to be fed.