...So it was discovered after all.
In the segnt of the ritual called "Three Secrets," the bearer of the na "Ingrid" had a secret affair with "Frederick."
And then Ingrid seed to die because of sothing.
And Justus was still in love with her?
...So this is not Class Seven, but the Watergate class?
Is that you, Tobi?
However, it seems that "Lynn" wasn’t killed by "Kakashi" at least. Otherwise, Justus would probably not be so polite to Frederick...
But why a secret lover?
Annan slightly frowned.
Could it be because of the lvin family?
As a mber of the lvin family, especially a renowned prodigy, he was second only to the direct descendants of Eugene lvin in the priority to succeed as "God in the Flesh."
Frederick’s marriage was likely not sothing he could decide on his own.
According to Annan’s understanding, the lvin family is of pure wizard lineage—every mber bearing the lvin surna undergoes a talent test before birth. If they lack the gift of a wizard, they are aborted before being born. The lvin family also marries only other wizards, further purifying their lineage.
Take, for example, girls who marry out and boys who marry in; their offspring are almost certainly wizards. With just a bit of education, if they don’t fall in nightmares or their corruption becos too high disrupting their promotion evolution, they can certainly advance to the silver rank.
Annan had seen the most outstanding result of the lvin family in Nightmare: White Tower.
Eugene lvin.
He was the first to think, "Master Michelangelo may not have died inside the White Tower." He even knew from the start that Michelangelo, as the Tower Master, could actually leave the Wizard’s Tower.
And Michelangelo even had to communicate with Eugene lvin in advance to allow him into this ritual... At that ti, Annan thought Michelangelo killed him because he feared him, to prevent his own subli ritual from being disturbed.
Yes. Eugene lvin of the silver rank had the ability to interfere with this years-spanning ritual.
But looking back now...
Perhaps, Eugene willingly collaborated with the mirror man.
Because without using spells, Michelangelo might not have been able to kill him. It was undoubtedly a very risky action with little benefit... but Eugene lvin did indeed die.
However, as the heir to the lvin family, did his death really not provoke the lvin family’s wrath?
How could that be?
Now adding Frederick’s strange case... Whether from the mission introduction or from Justus’s words, Annan could deduce that he knew nothing of the tragedian and was not interested.
How could such a person possibly beco the "Wolf Professor" who troubled the Duchy of Winter?
This nightmare was full of incongruous dissonance.
Like he had forgotten sothing important.
But Annan could not rember for the life of him...
"Wait a minute."
Annan whispered.
At this mont, Annan’s steps suddenly halted.
For the fog was gradually thickening around them.
Justus also imdiately stopped, raising his right arm to signal Annan to hide behind him.
This fog is quite absurd.
Annan thought.
Is a boss about to appear?
Annan lifted his hand and lightly patted Justus’s back, concealing himself slightly behind the man.
Or more accurately... due to their noticeable height difference, Annan patted near the small of Justus’s back.
"Is soone there?"
The Unfallen Shield, Justus, asked softly.
His left hand silently gripped the throwing axe at his waist—indeed, his weapon was not a shield, but an axe.
"Be careful."
Annan whispered.
He could see a red figure erging about eighty ters ahead.
Yes, red and bright—
Marked by his Curse Binding "Angel’s Left Eye," a tall, red humanoid:
[Angel’s Left Eye: Attached to left eye, no maintenance cost, cannot be lifted]
[When soone is preparing to betray you, within your field of vision, they will be imdiately highlighted and shown through obstacles (thus this effect can be used even with the left eye closed)]
Annan whispered softly, "Protect ."
Fortunately, the hood concealed his expression, preventing the highly complex look on Annan’s face from being seen by Justus.
For Annan could see very clearly—
The enemy across from him that had triggered the Curse Binding "Angel’s Left Eye."
His silhouette was identical to Justus standing by his side.
The next mont.
A red-hot spinning throwing axe inclined at a forty-five-degree angle in the air, whistling toward him—
Like a bolt of lightning, the axe bypassed Justus in front and closed in on Annan’s head in the blink of an eye.
——Indeed, it’s Justus who is the boss, I guessed correctly.
This was the first thought that erged in Annan’s mind.
——This tank is useless.
This thought appeared in Annan’s mind when he saw that Justus had no reaction at all——or rather, it was as if he hadn’t seen the axe at all.
——There’s a sll of alcohol on this axe.
This was the last thought that struck Annan as the flying axe ca extrely close to him.
There was no pain whatsoever.
It was just that when it ca close enough to his face, Annan’s vision suddenly went dark.
"...Hmm?"
Annan let out a soft grunt and slowly opened his eyes.
He hadn’t died.
The mont he opened his eyes, he noticed he was sitting at a table. Just like how he looked when he was in school... his arms crossed on the table, he had fallen asleep with his head resting on them.
He could even see red marks imprinted on his arms.
These slender arms looked like those of a minor...
Annan lifted his head and looked around.
It seed to be a library, but not a large one... at least not as large as the Heath Tower of Black. There were also so people around, all teenagers.
Behind him was a girl with dark blue hair, rushing over hurriedly.
When she noticed he had woken up, she asked with an unbelieving, crisp, and joyful voice:
"...Freyr? You’re awake!"
The girl looked to be no older than fourteen.
Her expression as she looked towards Annan was full of concern, and even sothing like... admiration?
Is this Ingrid?
"Ingrid?"
Annan pretended to be tired and rubbed his eyes unconsciously, asking unintentionally.
"That’s so amazing, Freyr!"
Upon Annan’s probing, Ingrid did not do anything odd.
She just lowered her voice in amazent and said, "You actually woke up from the nightmare on your own!"
"Ah, that’s good..."
Annan mumbled.
A thought crossed his mind.
Nightmare... what nightmare?
"I went to find the professor for help, he’ll co over in a mont... you have to explain to him that you really fell into a nightmare."
Ingrid said to Annan with a distressed look.
Before "Frederick" could respond, he heard a voice full of vigor:
"——Frey!"
Looking where the voice ca from, Annan saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with a sowhat defiant spiky hairstyle.
He ca up, slapped Annan’s shoulder excitedly, and said, "I knew you would be alright, you bastard!"
"Damn..."
Just then, Annan suddenly felt a slight pain in his shoulder——a filtered pain filtered by Annan’s Curse Binding.
The all too familiar location allowed Annan to imdiately recognize his identity.
This is... Justus?
"Justus, what the hell!"
Seeing Annan suddenly cry out in pain, Ingrid looked at Justus disapprovingly and said, "Don’t be so rough!"
"Ah, sorry, sorry Frey! I just got too excited..."
The young Justus seed sowhat shy and a bit awkward as he scratched the back of his head before his eyes lit up: "I’ll take you out for barbecue, Frey!
"I heard that The Holy Nation recently received a batch of high-quality beef, and I’ve wanted to try it for so long! Let’s all go together!"
"Ah, you guys go ahead..."
In hearing about going for at, Ingrid was sowhat tempted but also resistant: "I’m not very fond of at."
——That’s a lie.
Annan sharply caught her thought.
Is she afraid of gaining weight?
He took a deep breath and looked down at the book in front of him.
The dark, stone-like to bore letters in dark gold.
The title was... "Law of Resemblance and Precognitive Dreams."
...Dreams?
A term suddenly flashed through Annan’s mind:
——The gap between dreams and dreams!
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