Veloan was breathtakingly beautiful—so much so that no words could truly capture it. The ceremonial garments embroidered with white and pale blue thread suited him perfectly. But all Ishar could focus on was not Veloan’s beauty, but the imperial empress’s regalia he wore and the seat he was sitting in. “Veloan… why… why are you…

“You’re misunderstanding this!” “Oh? A misunderstanding, you say? And what exactly have I misunderstood, Master?” Ishar was so flustered, he didn’t even notice that the hand that had been touching his face had slipped lower—from his neck to his chest. In his entire life, Ishar had never been this bewildered. The disciple he had believed…

Even with eyes open or shut, I always thought of your voice and your laughter, your warmth drove me mad with longing—how could I possibly forget you? “You’ve grown so thin while I was away. I heard rumors, but if I had known you’d be like this, I would’ve come sooner.” A large hand cupped…

“No, you are worth something. You nurtured that half-blood. He relied on you. So that means… you’re worth it. You have to be.” Because of Zischka’s madness, Ishar had managed to stay rational—until now. For the first time, a crack appeared in his calm. The words sounded as if the one who had been slaying…

The day Ishar climbed the path of a Swordmaster, became the continent’s first Wizard, and for the first time fully perceived this world, he realized something. He had obtained the power to save someone. But at the same time, he realized—like a priest receiving a divine revelation—that in the moment he himself was in danger,…

Throughout the fight, Jishuka kept looking around in fear. Ishar at first thought he was being wary of him, but after seeing the magic pouring toward him and Jishuka’s attitude, he changed his mind. It’s not that he’s not going all out. Rather, he only uses subtle magic, deliberately avoiding flashy spells or revealing his…

Having poured all his remaining mana and magic stones into the teleportation spell, Ishar staggered as soon as he arrived in the Abyss, the backlash from the spell wreaking havoc on his body. At the same time, he felt a surge of killing intent rushing toward him and instinctively drew his sword, swinging it. With…

Then why hadn’t that child returned? How had he survived all this time alone? Maybe three years ago, when Veloan fell into the Abyss, he’d managed to barely cling to the edge of a cliff and survived, waiting to be rescued. Maybe he waited and waited desperately for Ishar, and eventually, disappointed by not being…

Everything had been strange up to this point. When a human mage dies, a certain amount of mana remains in their body. It varies from person to person, but the residual mana can linger for as little as a week or as long as three months, preventing the corpse from decaying. However, the dragon corpses…

“Please… spare me…!” Bylrom’s voice trembled uncontrollably. He still felt like he was dreaming—how could this be real? How? Not long ago, Zischka had suddenly appeared. He had asked for the location of a secret place only Bylrom knew—the place where Bylrom was born. His face was filled with fear. Recognizing the rare look of…