2 years passed, again.
"We would normally hold you in here for a few years. But you've gained the interest of the saint, and you've had good behavior."
The receptionist tapped at her clipboard. A blonde-haired woman, with a sharp expression, one extremely focused and calm. She seemed annoyed, being forced on duty to watch a young kid. Her green eyes glared at Tou.
The receptionist opened the door for him, leading him out of the cell. He swayed from side to side, like a pendulum. A part of him was excited for his release, but a part of him was distressed.
He would definitely miss the saint.
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"You'll be stationed in a village on the outskirts. There are a few rules that have been placed for you."
"Those rules are...?"
"The first rule is that you cannot kill anyone."
"Got it. I know that already."
"Considering your mental state, it's hard to tell."
"Next rule, please?"
"The second rule. You have to control your power. Knowing your strength, you could destroy the entire village with a single cast."
"Alright."
"The last rule. You cannot mention your past at all."
"Got it."
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Tou was placed in the village.
On that day, I couldn't hear Tou's thoughts anymore.