My Summons Are Mythical Beasts

The small living room went quiet after that.

Lumber did not ask any more questions, as if seeing the number of stars in his grimoire was more than enough to answer all of it. He carefully tended to his son's wounds, careful as possible to not add pain to the already grim wound.

The areas Lucas had failed to reach before were carefully cleaned by his father.

Tending to wounds was a basic skill that almost every human on the planet should possess and hence was taught everywhere for free. No one knows when a dungeon or a beast would descend, so it was important to know how to survive on your own while waiting for the arrival of rescuers—if there were any.

His father suddenly spoke.

"The world of a genius... I don't know what it's like. What I do know, though, is that it's always accompanied by danger and countless trials."

At this point, Lumbert realized that his son was indeed a genius. He did not know how he did it, but even with an Unranked Grade Grimoire, he still managed to advance to Iron Star 3 in less than two weeks. If that was not a genius, then he did not know what was.

He also realized that from now on, their worldview would become vastly different. What might seem like an impossible trial for him would just be a mere breeze for his son.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The rise of a genius... Would a commoner like him even be able to comprehend it?

"Luke... What I and your mother want the most is your safety. Do you understand?" He said.

His father would often joke in an underhanded manner and would always try to make the situation light through it. However, this time, Lucas could tell that his father's tone was unusually serious and somber.

His safety.

His mother and father had always stated that it was all they wanted from him.

Lucas nodded somberly in return. Even he himself regarded his safety as the utmost priority. Although he might have made a mistake and was careless earlier, there was no way that he would make the same mistake twice when his life would be at stake for such foolishness.

The father and son went on with a lengthy conversation. His father mostly recounted his younger years as well as his experience. Although not much, it was still full of wonderful experiences, both dangerous and blissful.

"It's getting late. I still have work tomorrow. Don't let your mother see your wounds, lest she get worried, alright?" He stood up and went to his room with the kit in his hands.

Before he could enter the room, though, he paused and turned around. "I'm proud of you, Luke."

A smile surfaced on his serious face as he closed the door.

***

Inside his room, Lucas stared at the ceiling blankly before he sighed, "All the more reason to be careful, then."

With a peaceful mind, Lucas went to sleep and woke up the next morning fully invigorated.

His back was still aching from the wound, but he still got up early to do some light workouts. Stay connected via empire

After he was done, he spent some time staring at his phone to search for the trap that Spot was interested in. Unfortunately, he could not find something like it at all, so he thought that it must be a new invention or that he just did not know the right prompt to search for it. In the end, he could only give up as he ate breakfast along with his parents.

His mother looked extremely happy and relieved upon seeing him safe and sound. She was worried upon seeing his torn bag, though, and she kept on asking why it became like that. Lucas told her the truth that it was torn by some beast but did not get into details too much.

Like his father, his mother also reminded him to always be safe and not to work too hard.

After assuring his mother, Lucas left his home with a new bag that his father had been using before. It was made of leather, and his father said that it was durable for a mundane bag. He had used it for a long time, and it was still good and functional. The bag was not good-looking, but it will serve its purpose.

Now ready for Day 2, Lucas walked to the Starlight Academy and arrived a few minutes later.

Before he went to the dungeon area to enter the dungeon, though, he decided to go and check the Beast Gymnasium first to see Senior Ethan.

He was extremely grateful for the Armadon Tonfa, and his parents also wanted to give their appreciation to him. The Armadon Tonfa was, after all, a very expensive item. Although they could not repay it with the same amount, they still wanted to express their thanks in another way.

Aside from that, he also wanted to check if there were any available missions that came from Teacher Christie. The last time he was provided with an extremely good reward, so he kind of wanted to ask if there were more missions like that.

Lucas saw Ethan a moment later, still doing his usual job of transferring beasts from one cage to another.

"Huh? Wait, a cage?" Lucas muttered, his eyes narrowing in thought.

The memory of what he had stumbled upon yesterday flashed in his mind—the strange structure of tied stalks and clustered grass. The one he thinks of as an elaborate trap.

His brows furrowed as something clicked in his mind.

'It wasn't a trap?' He realized, a sudden clarity dawning on him.

'It was a cage to contain a beast?'

Both had more or less the same concept but had two different uses.

One was just used to get the beast, while the other was used to store a beast.

No wonder he could not search it on the internet. It turns out his way of searching was in the entirely wrong direction.

As the realization dawned on him, questions rose like tides in his mind as well.

Who did it? What was their purpose? Caging a beast inside a regulated dungeon would serve no purpose. Beasts would turn into experience points, and no material would be harvested from them, no matter what.

His calm face turned into a scowl. The mind-blowing realization, though, was interrupted by Ethan's voice.

"Hey, Lucas."