“When the world is unstable, there needs to be at least one person to step forward.”

That is what you said that day, Master.

“But little one, what I’m doing now isn’t just playing hero. I’m protecting the world I love. Because this world is full of people I love. Including you, of course.”

I can still vividly see your face as you laughed heartily, tapping me on the nose.

The battle against the demonic beast that awoke after a hundred years. I heard that you, who had risen to the position of Tower Master, would stand at the very front.

I was too young then to even know what the front lines meant. But strangely, I just knew. I felt like I would never see you again.

I cried and threw a tantrum, begging you not to go. I thought if I did that, you would listen to me.

But if I had known you would return as such a cold corpse... I should have thrown an even bigger tantrum.

You truly returned as a hero. A hero who saved the empire from the beast. And to me, you returned as a cold body. The world became peaceful, but nothing remained in my world.

That is why I hate this empire that took everything from me.

If you were alive, Master, you would have scolded me, calling what I’m trying to do a waste of time.

Still, I’m going to try.

You taught me that mana is unique to a mage, and even if one wants to increase their total capacity, it doesn't grow.

When I told you my mana capacity was greater than yours, you said that one day I would become a greater person than you. I didn't know what those words meant back then.

I suppose it was for this moment.

This time, I’ll take many photos of you with artifacts. I don't want to lose your image like I did last time.

So please, just wait a little longer. I’ll see you soon, my world.