Falling Mage and the Power of Divergence

Four days before going back in time, a single letter arrived at the house of the special magician Ifriel-Nefla. The sender is a magician living in Aquaristan. Its name is Your-Arunya, daughter of the premier magician Riger-Arunya. And not Ifriel over there, his son Zill-Nefla.

The sentiments that Jill received the letter were more rare than surprising.

There are more reading stones in modern communication technology than letters. If it's a reading stone, I can reach you many times faster than a letter. In this day and age, it is during official communication that letters are used.

What's even more unusual is that the address of the letter that reached the Nefra family is Zill, not Yfriel. The letters and other documents that reach the house of the special magician belong mostly to the association or the Episcopal Church, even if there was some kind of request. And they are all addressed to the special magician Yfriel.

This could have been the first letter I received from my son, Jill, if I was bad.

So Jill opens the letter unnecessarily nervously. What the hell does it say inside?

"I see this is..."

What it said inside is, in short, a request for a search for the special magician Riger. And to inform the news of the inauguration of Saiya's special magician as a consideration.

At this point, the news of Seyya has not yet been announced. And I don't even know when it will be announced. So at this point the news is well worth it.

What's more, Ifriel was interested in Seyya at the Leirian Magic Games. That is something comparable to the strength of my pursuit and I would like to compete seriously with Seyya if possible. So the news was worth more to Zill than Yua expected.

"Interesting"

The letter states that Ryger's sighting was Frestan, but Zill already knows where Ryger is. Exactly that, too.

When Jill left the room, she headed to her father's room.

"Excuse me."

"Oh, Jill. Sorry, I'm dealing with a Guest now..."

When Jill entered the room, the person you were looking for was there. That's a green-haired man sitting in the front of his father.

"Lord Reiger, all of a sudden, I'm sorry, but I'd like you to see this one."

"You are Ifriel's son..."

It's Jill.

"So, what about this paper?

"It's from your daughter."

"From Youre?

Riger looks at the paper with an unexpected name. And when I finished reading it, I neatly folded it into three pieces and returned it to Jill.

"I see."

"Riger, what's that?

"This is definitely a letter written by my daughter within. And it's where I am."

"Location? Could you, in secret, be here?

"Sort of."

"Ha..."

Ifriel sighs at his old friend's massive mischievous behavior. But this kind of place in Riger has been around for a long time, and Ifriel is used to it. Besides, I could have expected Yfriel to do this to keep his family out of dangerous sight.

"So, Lord Rieger."

"Okay. You can show me where I am."

"Okay. And..."

Jill says something with a mouthful of mouth, but Riger can't hear me.

"What's up? Let's get this straight."

"Okay. Tell me. who Christina-Saya is and where she is now."

"How could you do that?

Riger's expression gets just a little harsher, and the surrounding atmosphere is not somewhere obvious. But you can't even pull Zill when you get here. Because I am convinced that the presence of Christina-Saya is essential to grow a magician named myself.

"I want to be stronger. And because Christina-Saya is the perfect match for that opponent."

What a noncontextual word, but only Jill's sincerity was conveyed. And Riger liked people like that.

"Well, if you ask, you're gonna regret it, right?

"It's where I want it"

"I can't go back, okay?

"Yes."

Zill nodding forcefully. And to the growth of his son, Ifriel had also decided to be ready.

"Then let's start with this world."

This is how Jill summed up what was important and sent it to Youre.

Back in time Now, three days after the news of Seyya's special magician inauguration came out, the same discussion wanted to take place at the Senavian School of Magic, as the Yours were discussing.

"How'd it go?

"Sorry, no"

"This one too."

"I can't get through to Real"

"Oh well..."

Real in the fifth place in the thirteenth apostolic sequence. They were former classmates who tried to contact their real name Real-Christopher, but in the end it didn't come true to get in touch with Real.

It would mean that we are currently on some kind of mission. Five people with suspicious clouds in unexpected results. As it stands now, the Five lack information and cannot move.

We need to gather information somehow. While I think so, I can't find a good way.

"Hmm."

Ranya roars with her head in her arms. There must be some good way. Though I think so, I can hardly think of one. It was then.

"Ah!"

Luca shouts out loud.

"What's wrong, Luca?

"Let's ask that guy! Mr. Serena!

That is one of the representatives of the Arsenian School of Magic, where the two fought together after a death fight at the Leirian Magic Games, and they are both profoundly opponents.

"Sure, that guy might know something, but how do you ask?

"By letter"

"Do you know the destination?

"I don't know, but if you ask via school,"

"Sure I could do that..."

Not so pampering, Ranya. I don't really want to see him, Ranya. Because there was a lot going on.

But that's all I have now. So Ranya decides to be ready too.

"Okay. Let's hear it."

"Yeah."

The boys also reached one conclusion as the girls proceeded to talk.

"We're going to the director of Edward's."

"To the school director?

"Yes. The dean's godson would have had one extraordinary magician. So I'm going to apologize to that person and listen to him."

Chris gave the answer to a special magician, Eldrio-Petralia. He is also a magician who was involved in the Senavian School of Magic and played an active role in Railia Magic Games raids.

"Okay. Nice to meet you."

"I'll take care of it. I asked for you."

Thus the five split into two hands and moved on to action.

Meanwhile, around that time, a man was coming to the reception at the Senavian School of Magic.

"Hello, I am Wise, twelfth in the thirteenth apostolic sequence. Could you get me a representative player at the Leiria Magic Games? Because I want to give you something."

Here again, a superior magician appeared.