"Ask? Then what? Kill a hundred innocent people for what? To get stronger? Because I can't get to the 8 circles of magic with my own will, with my own strength?! I won't stoop that low to gain power, not even for the power of a demigod." Erune replied, his face getting only redder with every word uttered.
"I gave you a chance. Remember, ten wizards have taken my hand and have received an extra circle. And when you think about it, is it so bad?"
Erune hated to admit it, but the words that she said, sounded very alluring. He could remember the first time when he developed his first circle. At that time, he had considered it hard. And it continued at a proper pace till he managed to become a 5-circle wizard, in which he realized that it was starting to get a little bit harder to develop his circles. It took him nearly a decade to get to the 6th circle and to get to the 7th circle, a decade, and all of the fortune that he had accumulated.
