"How are you, Headmaster?" Kang Ha greets him politely.
The headmaster, Jeongwoon, gives him a curious look. "Kang Ha, what brings you here today? I didn't expect to see you."
"I'm leaving school," Kang Ha replies calmly, his expression unreadable. "I wanted to see you before I go."
Jeongwoon places the stack of papers in his hands onto the table, staring at Kang Ha in surprise. "Leaving? I thought you might change your mind and decide to stay."
Kang Ha's smile is faint, holding no warmth. "No, I've made my decision."
The headmaster sighs, his voice softening. "Well, it's your choice…"
"I came here to see you for the last time, to remind you to take care of yourself," Kangha says, bowing respectfully before the headmaster. He is ready to leave.
Jeong-won eyes him, still suspicious. He can't believe Kangha's words or perhaps senses a hidden motive. What scheme could there be in leaving school? he wonders, though he knows Kangha has always wanted to find out the truth about his father's death.
Suddenly, Jeong-won recalls something and asks, "Kangha, did you find your father's killer?"
The question is vague, almost meaningless, yet Jeong-won seems to be testing whether this is part of some plan against him.
The smile fades from Kangha's face, his expression shifting as if a painful memory has struck him—a moment where peace and freedom were stolen in an instant. Holding the same distant look, he replies, "I know who killed my father. It was you. You expelled him from school, took all his magic, and left him to die. Don't you know that?"
His words are sharp, as if daring his grandfather to react.
A smirk forms on Jeong-won's face, as though he believes Kangha and is even pleased by his accusation. But is it the truth?
"You're trusting a letter?" Jeong-won asks, his voice mocking. "Do you even know who wrote it? Or have you forgotten those three months you spent locked up? Don't you realize what a headmaster is capable of?" He steps closer with each word, his gaze piercing.
Anger rises in Kangha's face. His hands clench into fists, and the intensity of his rage causes objects around the room to tremble, with a few even starting to lift off the ground. Yet, Jeong-won's smile remains unwavering, almost amused.
Taking a deep breath, Kangha slowly unclenches his fists, and everything floating in the air falls back down. With a quiet "Goodbye," he turns and leaves the room.
" You've been a thorn in my neck for the past three years,Kangha. I can't just kill you as I did to your father or imprisoned your grandfather. But, I need your powers for myself.your abilities can bring me closer to my ultimate goal.your skills and intelligence are invaluable to me. You will only do what I want you, following the path I set before you.you still have much to accomplish for me. One by one you'll eliminate your own people with your own hands. And you'll bring me the crystal ball,the one I can't get myself."
Jeong-won watches Kangha leave the room, an ominous smile on his face," you will never understand my magic, nor will you ever find me."He thinks to himself with a twisted satisfaction. He is a cunning sorcerer with a dark and devious mind..
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Outside, there's a staircase to his right and a deep ravine to his left. He walks over to a narrow bridge that spans the ravine, sitting down on it, lost in thought.
My grandfather wasn't like this. He used to care for me, love me, and taught me everything I know. I don't understand what changed in him over the past three years. He's grown so bitter… He could never have taken my father's life, he thinks to himself, letting out a heavy sigh as his mind wrestles with the truth and the deception around him.
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Miss Choi entered the room, looking worried, and asked, "Did Kangha come by?"
Jeong-won was standing by his desk and replied, "Yes, he came to say goodbye."
As he adjusted some papers on his desk, Miss Choi asked hesitantly, "Headmaster, are you sure about your decision to let him leave the school this year?"
"Miss Choi, there's no need to worry," he replied calmly. "I'm sure it's best for him to go. Otherwise, he might end up like his father."
"Yes, Headmaster," Miss Choi replied, and she left the room.
As he watched her leave, the Headmaster thought, It's best if he leaves; otherwise, he'll discover everything here. I don't want that boy to know my plans. This way, once he's gone, I'll make his life so difficult that he'll long for peace.
Miss Choi walked down the stairs with a sad expression, feeling hopeless that the secrets of this place would ever be revealed or that things would improve. I wish things here could get better, she thought.
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Ji Yeon was packing her things when she noticed her mother slipping a worn, leather-bound book into her bag. She looked up, puzzled. "Ji Yeon, keep this book with you," her mother said, her voice somber.
Ji Yeon held the book up, examining its cracked spine and the faded symbols on the cover. "What's in this book, Mom?"
Alexa sighed and lowered herself onto the edge of the bed, as if the weight of her memories had finally caught up to her.
"This book… It belonged to an evil wizard. Felix Frost."
Ji Yeon's eyes widened. "Felix Frost? I've heard whispers, but I thought he was just a myth."
"No, he's real," Alexa replied, her gaze darkening. "This book is the result of Park Ha-won's hard work. He risked everything to get it, all in the hopes of killing Frost."
Ji Yeon looked down at the book in her hands, feeling the weight of it in a new way.
"If Park was so powerful… why didn't he finish him off?"
Alexa's face tightened. "Park was powerful, yes. But Frost was clever, ruthless. He had something wanted from the park—the Ethereal Lotus Shrine, a relic of immense power. But that desire became his downfall. Both Park and Jeong-won wanted to destroy Frost, but when Park died… Jeong-won claimed he killed Frost by himself."
Ji Yeon frowned. "So Jeong-won says Frost is dead, but my park-ha lost his life in the same 'accident'?
Alexa's expression softened,
''Maybe, I don't think it's true. I must say it's not really true.
Ji Yeon clenched her fists. "So for all these years, you didn't even try to meet him? You really don't want to meet with your son." Her expressions are cold.
Her mother looked down, regretful in her gaze. "I wanted to protect him… protect all of you. But there's something else." She paused, looking at the book as if it held all the answers. "Park had a small enchanted ball, something that was said to be Frost's biggest weakness."
Ji Yeon's pulse quickened. "A ball? Where is it now? Do you have it?"
Soo Young shook her head slowly, a shadow of sorrow in her eyes. "No one knows. When Park died, it disappeared. Some say Jeong-won might have hidden it, or it was lost in the chaos. But if you truly wish to bring justice to park-ha name… finding that ball might be the only way."
Ji Yeon stared down at the book, her mind racing with unanswered questions. She felt the weight of this unfinished mission settle over her shoulders. "Then… I have to find it. And I have to know what really happened."
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