When the world is unstable, it's necessary for someone to step forward. But child, 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.

The face that gave a hearty laugh while tapping my nose is still vivid.

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

Back then, I was too young to even know what 'the front lines' meant. But strangely, I could tell. That I might never see my Master again.

I cried and threw a tantrum, holding onto him and begging him not to go. I thought if I did that, he would listen to me.

But if I had known he would return as a truly cold corpse... I should have thrown a bigger tantrum.

Master truly became a hero who protected the empire from the demonic beast.

But he became a corpse.

The world became peaceful, but nothing remained in my world.

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

If Master were alive, he would have scolded me, calling what I'm trying to do a useless endeavor.

Still, I'm going to try.

You taught me that mana is unique to a mage, and even if you want to increase the total amount, it doesn't grow.

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

I suppose it was for this.

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

So please wait just a little longer. We'll meet soon, my world.