"Fuck you!"
"You know, for an old man, that curse is not suitable for you," Calver mocked. He smiled. "Tell me, headmaster, these monsters, the essences, do you remember something from them?"
Earl frowned. His gaze deepened.
The headmaster, Earl, could still remember.
Back when he was just a youth. It was the time when he had a thirst for adventure. He was driven by books depicting legends and even those tales and myths he found in the library of their mansion.
Even in those times, magic was a topic that had hardly been discussed. History was just pages of paper, and gods were the ones who were worshipped back then.
Perhaps, he wanted to rebel. He wanted to seek what he wanted to believe and find places where he thought he would belong, for his family had been highly religious.
And what he has that time was magic. A gift from the gods, that was what his family had always told him.
