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‘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
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I am still not feeling well and I know it is not enough a reason to fail your expectations. Know that I am working eagerly to grow. I hope you understand! Thank you for your understanding! Please let me know what you think about this chapter.
†††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
“Be thankful that this cultured one will demonstrate his strength to your helpless mortal. Wouldn't you agree that this new generation can provide so much from the ground up?” Declared the expanding shadow hovering just above the King's head as he gazed down at the lovely lady in a brown cloak. “All right, let's get started.” It paused and continued, nastily grinning, "King, take them all and have fun." “Coven of miasma,” the King stated quietly. A massive flood of black, tainted fog then attempted to envelop the whole throne hall. As it waded through every nook and corner, it liberated itself. From the perspective of a master, this is a daring and intelligent action. However, it was halted by an unknown force at the huge wooden door where the lovely lady and the young man were. It ceased dispersing as if it had chosen at random not to follow its conjurer.
'Master, please utilize the spells I prepared for you,' Sprigg said, the last time he spoke to him telepathically. In conclusion, she has already considered this and is bracing herself for a confrontation with His Majesty, the King of Ardun. While he is probably still trying to recover from the breathtaking landscape of such an enchanting corridor covered with enormous paintings of people, he has been placed in a situation where he no longer has to retreat for his current life. This is a truly horrible fate, he thought. Why does he constantly wind up in this type of peril, he wondered. He gets to view the magnificent settings brought about by the miracles of magic, but a ridiculous manner of setting it off is eschewed. “Please tread cautiously, Archmage,” Eschel cautioned, astounded. Even though he is still bowing in the rear, Le
Despite the nobles' seeming unjustified trepidation of the upcoming clash between the King and the audacious young man who rattled the throne room, people gathered in the most expansive royal courtyard ever.Although Archmage Varthos and General Damascus arrived in front of the King at the same point in time, they took turns greeting him. The elderly Archmage swiftly declared his purpose as they bowed slightly to show respect before proceeding to the small tent."Your Majesty," he whispered discreetly. "The offenders are on their way." The elderly appear to be delighted with what must be done with these pathetic people."Hmm. You appear to be pleased." The King flashed a smile. "Excellent." Looking intently at the young man holding a wooden staff. Thinking about how he kept
"Life is such a mystery. One must not be complacent about anything that has not transpired yet. Everything has its purpose and meaning. Life is not set in stone. Life is unpredictable. Join me and let’s unravel my quest to an unfamiliar world of possibilities. Are you all ready?" Said the huge man with the crown of light lavishly showing its elegance to the white-winged girl, patting on her head while she nervously intertwined her hand. "I, I will come wherever you will go, Father!" she said.Night after night after getting that dream again, he couldfeel that he can be somebody else. Healways thought that this might be because hedoesn't feel himself at all. He is indeedan unusual person, inside. He’salways having a dream thatsomewhere in the middle of the crowd, socializing towards common people. A place where bustling crackles of noises can be heard, dancing lights in the middle of the road can be seen, crowded and throbbing on
They are getting deeper into the forest but the cannoyt-like, borruca-like, and other animals that look so threatening are not moving at all. Morning Dew still used to follow Twig behind grabbing his clothes and is about to scream.‘This lad is unbelievable,’ he thought and scornfully said, "It's okay, they are safe. They are not moving, you see." Heteased him and hechuckled. “You really are a coward Dew! Be like me! I want to be a Knight so I can be strong!”Well, being a squire is one thing but becoming a Knight is really impossible. An elusive dreamfor a serf who doesn’t have the golds to buy his liberty.“Look!” Morning Dew enthusiastically said."Oh! I can see the entrance of the cave from here! Let's hurry Morning Dew! So we can give the hunted animals and feast on them later!" Hetold him haughtily. "Yes!" He replied quickly.Theyraced until they w
Every now and then he darted his attention to the flower that had glittered for quite some time. It does seem to react to something. “I guess this should be a time to not even think strange. However, this has become certainly an otherworldly problem.” Not that it's supposed to be surprising to him in this world full of strange creatures that don't burn in a fire but... “—Argh!”“Oh!Now, you're being a creepy little one.Is it because of the irregularity of the temperature here? Or is it because there's someone out there…”“...coming?”Flabbergasted, hestarted to curse. “God! Damn!”Hecollected hiscourage and started to move to the other side, trying to keep hisemotions under control. Hedrew a surprisingly deep breath and clenched hishand. It's the human instinctive attack or run approach in the face of a completely unexpected strokeof an unfamiliar person.