Jared Murphy was in the meadow, a short distance from the Wang capital.
He was, before coming here, by the House of the Duke of Alway and the House of the Baron of Daum.
I was afraid to face the Duke of Alway and Hannellone and Trane, but when I had to tell him everything about Olivier, I met him ready to curse.
But against the readiness of such a boy, they had nothing to blame as one. However, the Duke and Trane are so angry with Cassandra that it is not surprising to leave her to her emotions to discuss.
If Hannellone hadn't taken it from me, I might have embarked on an adversary.
Olivier's brother Konrat and his mother were also saddened by Olivier's tragic news. Rosa, who was on the spot, also exposed her grief for the woman she spent time with as a family.
Even the Baron Dowm family told Emilia about Olivier. Again, she didn't blame Jared either, on the contrary, she cared.
It might have been easier to get scolded. But everyone keeps their mouths together and Jared tells me it's not bad.
That was hard on a boy who lost someone he loved in front of him. He wanted someone to say, "It's your fault," as he felt most impudent about himself.
There was a shadow approaching Jared, who looked up at the blue sky endlessly.
"Thank you for waiting, Jared."
A girl who leaves behind a dress with a pink frill and an umbrella of the same color. The name is Almeida, a half-elf who has lived for hundreds of years, unlike his appearance. He is a benefactor of Jared's life, as well as a master.
"You don't have the color to meet me here."
"... Master, I have a favor to ask"
From Almeida of teasing things, an atmosphere of concern is conveyed somewhere. Perhaps you are hearing tragic news about Olivier.
Jared bowed his head, thanking such a master for his kindness.
"Please? Are you telling me to fight my ancestors?
"No, you don't. I'll take down the original ancestors. So... do me one last training."
"- Oh, I see. Yeah, I don't know."
Almeida nodded as she was convinced.
"Give me your face first. Let's have a good look at your face and talk."
"... Yes"
I don't even have to think about my beloved apprentice seeking strength. They take away their loved ones and fight them that can be called legends. I guess he knows best that he's no match as he is now.
"It's my last training. Hey, remember? A year and a little while ago, I told you I wasn't there yet, was I?
"I remember"
"You were looking for strength. But I said no because my mind and body were immature. Of course not."
"I know. I was, no, I'm sure I'm still immature then. But there's no other way."
Jared once trained under Almeida, gaining more strength than one or any sorcerer.
At the same time, shackles were applied. It was sealed so that too much magic wouldn't erode your body. But the magic was unleashed in the battle of the past year. It is then securely unsealed and regulated by Almeida.
Still, too much magic harms humans. Especially as a growing minor. Therefore, Jared kept in his body spirits that still devour magic.
"Don't worry. If you are now, you will be able to use your magic at will. I was shackled because I was worried. But yeah."
Once, he cut off his words, and Almeida stared at his beloved apprentice.
"Last training...... I mean, getting what Jared is looking for comes at a huge price. I don't want that."
"... Almeida. But"
"Are you sure you're ready? - What does it mean to throw away all the magic you've ever cultivated?