Book 20 Chapter 17

Chapter 186

- Are you Jurak Kepel, who became the youngest Great Mage in history and, furthermore, the youngest professor of this Northern Magic Academy <Winterhold>?

Even at this very moment, enveloped in the dazzlingly brilliant and deadly radiance of lightning.

No, in every moment of his life.

There is a memory that fills Jurak Kepel's heart and soul, his entire being, with a warm light.

- I am Sarandis Alter Naiseimon. I am the first Payquarius born from the Papacy's war plan.

It was the memory of the moment they met.

The memory of the moment he first saw her, never forgotten and remembered throughout his life.

It is the memory of the moment he came to think of love as fate (運命)—something that cannot be explained by magic, mathematics, or science… perhaps a destiny that the will of creation had set from the beginning of all ages.

- Won't you go with me to the ends of that land?