A Sorcerer’s Journey

“Is he a clue? ”

At this time, Green, as if he were a ghost, walking in the ordinary world, could not make any difference.

Or… in turn, these images are a ghost light, and Green is just an ordinary person without any ability to influence them.

At this moment, however, as this white-skinned little boy gradually became clearer, somehow Green developed a sensation of absurdity.

I hate him so much!

This is disgust from the bottom of your heart, for no reason, as if it were just your instinct, and even this disgust has risen to the level of hatred.

As for this absurd aversion to hatred, does Green not know and cannot understand the effect of some sort of distortion of the rules?

This white-skinned boy, about sixteen or seventeen years old, not tall, fine skin, a pair of intelligent but timid eyes, as a wizard who lived for countless years, Green almost instantly recognised the little boy's inferiority.

Seeing boys' feelings of inferiority, for some reason, Green's disgust and resentment at the bottom of his heart is even more evident and even impending to erupt, which is hard to imagine for Green, who has always judged things with reason.

What happened to me?

Close your eyes, open your eyes, Green manages your emotions, no longer letting everything affect you, just looking at it calmly as a bystander, waiting for the clues to Antonio's fate here.

“Hmm!? ”

Suddenly, Green found some anomalies.

Everything in the room, including the view outside the room, should be on the 4th to 5th floors, looking at the past, everything seems to be covered with a light veil that cannot be seen clearly.

With the exception of the little boy, including the clothes on him, the pen in his hand, everything was illusory, perceptible, but so untrue.

However, there is one thing that is clear: the little boy wrote half the paper in his pen.

“Hiss... is this, Fate Page? Antonio sent the Fate Page to the illusion! ”

Green happily reached out and took it to the page of Destiny, but it passed weirdly, and nothing was gained, it was just a hallucination.

“What do you mean? ”

At this time, Green discovered some variations in the room atmosphere, not knowing if it had anything to do with his movements, because all the people, all the students, were looking at themselves!

No, not looking at yourself.

Green noticed that what they were looking at was this visualized little boy, some laughing in disguise, some continuing to read the book head but turning to the little boy, some pretending to be concentrating on the book.

They are just a bunch of sixteen and seventeen-year-olds, at a naïve and rotten age, enjoying the beauty, with endless energy, filled with infinite unknowns, like Green during his apprenticeship as a wizard, every day is full of joy.

The world is big enough for a man to imagine its wonders with his whole life's energy.

At this time, Green noticed that he unknowingly stood behind a tall man, watching his whole body and mind put into the letter of the little boy who wrote the page of fate, even though he could not see the specific face, but made Green feel immensely dignified!

This feeling, Green once had, was that Peranos looked at himself during the Wizard Apprentice.

Looking at oneself with enthusiasm, expectations of oneself are immensely high, and as a result, often minor mistakes are magnified infinitely and demanding in the eyes of one's Peranos mentor concerned.

And because of that, Green will pass from fear to dependence to gratitude to will.

Fortunately, however, Green is very demanding of himself and has not been condemned by Peranos on several occasions.

At this time, this little boy, while all the other students were passionately reading the book, was the only one writing a page of destiny, completely ignorant of the shadow anger of the mentor behind him.

What's gonna happen?

Knock, knock! Boom!

Suddenly, the mentor slammed the boy's table, and the boy who was writing the fate page was scared quickly to put away his pen, turned around, and saw the mentor tall and mighty when he stood up, trying to say something, but didn't know what to say, his lips trembled, his self-esteem in his eyes was worse.

Green noticed that the little boy tried desperately to put away this fateful page, but was held by the mentor's shady face, and after the boy could not be robbed, he was finally taken away by the mentor.

In a low and ruthless tone, the mentor said something, and Green, though he didn't understand his language, could probably guess what he meant by “come with me”.

Fearing fear and despair, the little boy seemed eager to say what he was expecting and begging for, but could not say.

The little boy sat in the back row of the room, lowered his head, silently followed the mentor forward, Green's eyebrows twisted together, Antonio in the deepest dimension gap in Little Eight's stomach, why arrange this illusion?

Hachi can't feel what's going on here right now, and Green can't help it.

Slowly, the tall mentor stopped and Green could feel the fear of the little boy, but eventually the mentor stopped by a girl pretending to be reading the book.

Green could not see the specific face of the girl, but could feel that she should be beautiful and that Green had a natural fondness for the girl, in stark contrast to her aversion to the little boy.

The mentor said something low, the little girl was unknown, so she also stood up and followed the mentor and the boy out of the lecture hall.

“Hee-hee...”

“Hahaha…”

Green looked at these happy children who were waiting for their mentors, boys and girls to leave before the door and seemed to know why the mentor wizards had called them away. They were dancing with each other's eyebrows. There was no such thing as reading. It was a long way from the lecture hall at the Black Sota Wizards College where Green was located.

Frowned and Green walked without further delay to the room where the mentor had just entered with the boy and the girl.

“wu wu wu...”

As soon as Green entered the door, he saw the angry teacher roaring low, the girl crying, so helpless, while the boy looked pale, not knowing what to do, just staring at the teacher, full of prayers.

The mentor hated the colour of iron and steel. Green couldn't help but think that in order to rescue Rafi, he had asked the mentor Peranos himself, clearly a wrong decision, to violate the Seven Rings Santa, and Peranos knew this, but still agreed to Green's rescue and gave him the necessary help.

Exactly so, during Green's Advanced Sacred Mark Wizard, there was no limit to heart attack, and the soul of the Sacred Mark was condensed directly.

At this point, the mentor's approach is likely to be in stark contrast to the original Peranos.

The mentor looked at the little boy in agony, but chose to give the girl the page of fate in her hand. The girl cried and tore the page of fate into pieces and threw it away. She ran out of the room crying, leaving only the little boy in infinite humility, wandering and despair.

Hmm!?

In Green's eyes, everything began to dissipate and regenerate into the light of wisdom. Everything was constantly disappearing, back into the unknown darkness, but there was not a page full of destiny as if the rules of the endless world of paper scrolls had been written, and it remained!

This page of fate, seemingly condensed by the Light of Wisdom, Green knew, in fact, that it was always there.

“Antonio, what do you want to tell the later? In this manner of time mail, thoughtful communication is being carried out. ”

Green picks up the page of Destiny and mumbles low.