Time passed swiftly, and it had been two months since.
Milton Cheney's birthday had quietly passed, and he was now nineteen years old.
In the student apartments of the Wizard School, Milton rubbed his brows lightly.
Two months of time had made him familiar with this ancient wizard school.
His mentor, Mr. Morton, and his senior brother, Hershe, were both amiable towards him. There were no unnecessary provocations during these two months.
All in all, after joining the White Rose School, Milton managed to find some footing on the Wizard Continent.
However, he wondered when he would be able to return to the subcontinent where he had lived for more than a year after his time travel.
Perhaps when he becomes a Level 1 Wizard? Or maybe a Level 2 Wizard?
For now, Milton didn't know.
Milton could sympathize with those simulated sons, understanding why after he had sent them to the Wizard Continent, they would never return.
Maybe they were simply indifferent to the matter.
