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“Thank you, Your Royal highness. As the crisis unfolded on, however, these beings became crude and enraged because they were unable to grow even a single seed. Which is why the great beings created the first tribes of the ancients, based on the great being that rules life and sustenance. They were now known as elves, and at the time they could only obtain daily life from the living trees in the area. Since they were made purely for the purpose of nurturing them with this blessing. No longer after the giants saw them performing feats that they never could, they became upset. Soon afterward, as the giants figured out that destroying forests means killing them, they would scare them off, they would force the first ones to become helpless and weak
†††I went to Professor Strauss earlier this morning to receive his permission, for the reason that I'll find someone at the back of the wizard's tower and could also train somewhere for around two or three days. Interestingly, he happened to know albeit rather strangely, much to my surprise, all this when I started speaking. It is not because there is enough suspicion; but, because I'm going to see that someone behind this building it is already particularly suspicious and I feel like he probably knows something else more. I dared to question it, but he just deliberately gave it unhesitatingly. Although suggesting he knew about the assailant is very disturbing to say the least, perhaps because he is the Lord of Wilderfort's trusted friend."You mustn't be bothered in the slightest, warlock. There are things that people that you somehow still have to take into con
†††“Save it, young warlock. I figured I gave it away after I answered your pertinent questions earlier about how I knew your meeting," he said while retaining his radiant smile. Somehow, it left me anxious and restless, but for some reason, the moment the young wizard aboard the carriage it all went away, then he spoke again. “Ah! I suppose you are now acquainted with Eschel. Please do take care of him.”‘I don’t think that we really are acquainted but that name, huh. No, it can’t be.’ That name… It was by far the most familiar name I heard after I got out from the Fae Domain. Of course it is familiar as it is the made up name that my sister used to tell me whenever we played at the riverside and that is the name she will call her first born. I know how lame that sounds like but as a child we ju
†††"This has been lost a long time ago."I was thinking that if this were to strengthen my ties with them, then I'm not completely convinced and pleased that they're using my family to do something like this. His name, however, was not just a coincidence. Sure, there may be someone who could perhaps come up with names close to what we can use, but it's also a shame to continue to deny."Yes, perhaps that's true, but the day you disappeared. A majority of residents were gathered to participate in the rescue mission to take the time to look for two silly young boys who had been missing in the wilderness, but the only thing they had retrieved was the blade. Shortly afterward, seeing as the former Lord of Wilderfort had wasted a lot of time and resources, he eventually concluded that you both are al
††† The room was filled up with hardship. Yes, for the lack of words, it is how I can describe it. Hardship is the one thing a person can only describe in front of such a crisis. Doubtful looks and cautious answers. Those were the behaviour on display. To be detailed yet not intruding; in other words, to be cautious in everything you say. Even for a while, Eschel, the young wizard, went through to inquire, peeping at the right moment to proceed. “Wasn't it something like that from the beginning?” “It was indeed like that.” “I have read that from the archives before and I can’t imagine how it was too much for a Kingdom to lose their face rather than lose the subjects. How can that be possible? In a face of danger, one shoul
††† The Professor shared several stories, one after the other, and they all finished the same way. It was quite meaningless without the young man on the tier of Archmage who piqued his curiosity. This is only because the young man doesn't even want to ask questions about the story, and it is very awkward for him to go along with it. However one thing is certain: every now and then, he casts a look at Eschel, the young wizard the Professor claims to be his nephew as he tells his lived experiences. Nevertheless, Lemure who took precautions seems to be no longer on guard. “That’s after the fall of the Kingdom of Arcania, right?” The young wizard spoke enthusiastically to corroborate the story he had been giving attention to from the Professor ever since. He absolutely adored the deliberate manner in which this story was told. For a man to overcome his flaws and live through the ashes beneath his feet.
††† ‘What might have happened in his life in the wilderness that made him very much like this?' wondered the professor. Alas, he remembered reading a rhetorical study determining the unpredictable difficulty of any magical caster that holds such an enormous amount of power can also be explained by their emotions fueling their earnest magic; just like how they should be treated with caution and why must never be trifled with. Emotions are dangerous indeed, he thought at that time. “Aumier..” That, however, is not what is happening. Lemure, who has been sitting inside the carriage, has been experiencing numerous strong feelings and is unsure how to begin a dialogu
†††If it is correct and accurate, seeking the right answer to all of my questions is guiding me from one destination to another. And, for that matter, I need to reconsider how I can devote my life to anything appropriate for this personal quest. Having said that, I'd really like to get rid of my doubts and believe everything they said.“...You are greater than the battle raging in our mind. Please be our guide.”It was the last thing I heard from Professor Strauss before a man in a brown shabby robe approached us and stood next to the doorway, bowing. I'm not sure what Professor meant by being a guide, but I know it has something to do with their task, and I'm right in the middle of it.“Pl
†††It took a moment for everyone to shift their gazes from the aristocracy that had gathered only a breath away from the King's pedestal. These nobility fidgeted once more after the man behind Lemure's back in a long brown robe handed the present as an offering to the Knight near the General.This demonstrates that they may have liked the way in which he is behaving.Gifts are important and relevant for aristocracy, but they are not something to be praised for. Fortunately, this particular King did not consider gifting nobles to be necessary. Their attention was drawn mostly to the young man dressed modestly and the lady who was clearly not his lady in waiting.The old man with the hideous scar