“You mean a closed world?”
Aris answered.
Fifth meeting. Always the same seat in the same library.
I was getting used to the amount of sunlight that bit by bit on one end of the glass table.
Of course, in the meantime, the relationship between the two has undergone significant changes.
“Since I was studying on my own, it was sometimes mentioned. Do you know anything?”
Lennok was no longer hesitant to ask questions about magic theories he was curious about, and when he faced a theory that didn’t match his own experience, he responded even more aggressively.
Aris still hasn’t given specific instructions about him, but he continues to listen to Lennok’s words and confirms whether or not he’s wrong.
And with that alone, Lennok’s magic skills were growing rapidly.
Of course, she helped a lot in the process of making the enchantment on the artifact her own.
If possible, I wanted to have a meeting after reading Eden’s research journal... but I couldn’t help it because I had to ask her before that.
However, after hearing Lennok’s words, Aris’ expression became a little sharper than usual.
“I don’t know who heard that story, but you’d better not pay much attention.”
“......yes?”
It was the first time Aris had reacted like this to Lennok.
“........”
Hypothesis. It’s a hypothesis...
But Lennok didn’t pick up the story from the mouth of an unknown person.
If it was the will left by Madrea Palseir before she died, at least it seemed unlikely that it would be completely unfounded.
What would the landscape of the world look like through the eyes of an ascendant who could see the farthest?
Aris might have wanted to warn Lennok not to chase the illusion, but Lennok, on the other hand, was certain.
‘.....I’ll have to dig up the backs of the warlocks.’
I still don’t forget the words of the black magician of pandemonium I met at the power plant.
A wizard with that level of skill would be a huge figure in the same black magic class.
If so, it was highly likely that someone knew about that bizarre yearning for a closed world.
‘Besides, the factory where I first woke up...’
Wasn’t it a place where black magicians traded goods?
Lennok’s eyes softened naturally at the thought that the secret might be hidden there.
“Are you going to keep holding that weight?”
“......”
Alice’s voice, asking with an absurd expression, resonated hollowly from the 8th floor of the library where only the two of them were left.