"Cunning little wizard, I hope you're as lucky next time as you were this time." After reaching the vicinity of the barrier to the Land of Reality, the judge paused briefly, and then turned his head to look at the world that lay at the intersection of illusion and reality, his expression complicated.
After all, to advance to an Order Mage and achieve the semi-god realm, he had left the Gray Mist World nearly a century ago. Not only did he have to painstakingly search for the traces of a deity that suited him, but he also had to slowly plot and plan. Yet, in the end, had he not luckily stumbled upon Ab's emotional embodiment, it was very likely that all his hundred years of scheming and plotting would have amounted to nothing.
"However...why did that being let him go? Logically speaking, shouldn't It be indifferent to such a small fry?"
The judge recalled the scene that his consciousness attached to the paper figure had witnessed, frowning slightly.
