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Chapter 176: A Person Full of Questions
I decided to consult Duke of Whitewood about the questions that had arisen and left the faculty office.
Since classes had ended, I could see students moving around for their after-school activities.
At a glance, it seed like a peaceful world, but beneath the surface, a massive tide was beginning to rise.
Before I knew it, autumn had passed, and winter had arrived.
The fallen leaves had disappeared, leaving behind only bare branches.
‘Is this my second winter since coming here?’
I recalled the despair I had felt when I first possessed this body.
Now, even that despair felt like a distant mory.
‘It has already been a year since I possessed this body.’
As I walked with these thoughts in mind—
Step—
I heard the sound of footsteps approaching from a distance.
When I lifted my head, I saw a familiar face.
Moreover, it was a na I had just heard from Aisha monts ago.
"Oh, senior!"
The person spotted and smiled brightly.
Seeing that, I naturally smiled back.
"Midra."
Midra Fenin.
The second-ranked first-year student.
A person full of mysteries.
I hadn’t expected to run into him so soon.
I had planned to ask Card about him, but things had taken an unexpected turn.
"I heard you went to see Duke of Whitewood, but you returned sooner than I expected?"
Midra grinned as he spoke in his usual casual tone.
I simply stared at him.
I knew nothing about Midra.
He wasn’t a character who played any significant role in the scenario.
The "Fla Butterfly" arc focused on Lucas and those around him.
Naturally, there wasn’t much information about the younger students.
That’s why Midra was an unknown character.
Facing him, I decided to speak.
"Midra, I heard that your na isn’t listed in the Fenin Baron family."
It was better to be direct about these things rather than beating around the bush.
As soon as I relayed what Aisha had told , Midra paused for a mont.
Then, with a troubled look, he scratched his head.
"Ah, haha, so you heard? Well, to be honest, I’m not actually from the Fenin Baron family. There are so complicated circumstances, but it’s a bit difficult to explain."
Midra answered more nonchalantly than I expected.
I suddenly found myself prying into his family situation.
"I'm embarrassed about hiding my identity, but I really wanted to enter Zerion Academy."
"Did you have a specific reason for wanting to get in so badly?"
At my next question, Midra smiled.
The setting sun was seeping through the window.
In that golden light, Midra simply smiled.
"Yes, there’s soone I really wanted to keep an eye on."
What did he an by that?
I couldn’t understand the aning behind his words, but Midra was clearly looking straight at .
"I’d appreciate it if you could keep this a secret. Surely, senior, you have a thing or two you’d prefer to keep hidden as well?"
His tone was oddly suggestive, as if he knew sothing.
"Midra."
But he had picked the wrong person.
I was obsessively devoted to maintaining the true course of events.
Now, soone who could potentially alter the course of events was standing before .
Thud—
My fist clenched tightly.
At the sa ti, the flas of ash flickered softly.
The temperature around us gradually rose.
The flas, reflecting my will, began to stir.
"Sorry, but I don’t have the best personality. I need to know what your intentions are and who it is you’re watching."
I made it clear that I had no intention of backing down.
Midra blinked once, then smirked.
"Wow, so harsh. Senior, isn’t this a bit much?"
"I’m actually being quite polite."
At the very least, I was still giving him the chance to talk.
"Hmm, in that case, I suppose there’s a misunderstanding that I should clear up."
Midra sighed, as if he had no other choice, and extended a finger.
"The Great Hero Wolfram is a regressor."
The mont I heard those words, my entire body froze.
I stared at Midra, unable to comprehend what I had just heard.
Midra, however, was still smiling as if nothing had happened.
"What did you say?"
"I said, the Great Hero Wolfram is a regressor."
When I asked again, Midra kindly repeated himself.
Regression.
The act of restarting the world from a previous point.
A conversation I had once had with Musika flashed through my mind.
At the ti, I had suspected that Wolfram might be a possessor like myself.
That was rely a hypothesis based on my own situation.
But after hearing Midra’s words, it made sense to consider this possibility.
If Wolfram was a regressor, then Musika’s words about him made sense.
The real issue, however, was that Midra knew about it.
"How do you know that?"
Midra was a character who had no significant role in the scenario.
How could he possibly know about Wolfram?
When I asked, Midra only smiled in response.
As he had said from the start, he seed unwilling to reveal more than one thing.
This guy had a worse personality than I expected.
“...Midra, are you perhaps Wolfram’s reincarnation?”
So, I asked the first question that ca to mind.
If Midra himself was Wolfram, everything would make sense.
If he was Wolfram’s reincarnation, then of course, he would know about being a regressor.
“Huh? Ahahahahaha!”
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At that mont, Midra burst into laughter upon hearing my question.
As if he couldn’t hold it in, he laughed for a while before wiping the corners of his eyes.
“That’s sothing you should think about carefully. But since you made laugh, I’ll tell you a bit more. Wolfram was a regressor, so even if he saved the world, he could not die. On the contrary, if he died, he would lose the world he had saved.”
Midra then turned around and walked past .
Even though I was conjuring flas of ash, he showed no concern whatsoever.
“So, he asked his comrade and friend, Zerion, for a favor. A unique thod to sever his regression.”
Asking Zerion for help to end his regression?
The story was turning out to be even more shocking than expected.
“Oh, and by the way, there are a lot of misconceptions about Zerion. Since he’s from such ancient tis, the records are all over the place.”
He suddenly seed to recall another fact.
“Zerion wasn’t a man, but a woman.”
Zerion had always been described as a man in various records.
So I had naturally assud the sa.
But since Xenia was also a woman, I had a small inkling of doubt.
‘…Was Zerion really a woman?’
Midra had just shattered common knowledge before disappearing past .
A faint scent, like blackberries, brushed past my nose.
“I’ve told you everything worth telling. Since I’ve shared this much, let’s keep each other’s secrets.”
“Midra, wait a—”
I turned around to call out to him.
And then, I was left speechless.
The corridor was empty.
Midra, who had been speaking with just monts ago, was nowhere to be found.
A look of bewildernt crossed my face.
I had trained myself to detect presences.
But to disappear without leaving a single trace—this didn’t make sense.
It felt almost as if he had vanished through spatial teleportation.
‘What the hell…?’
Midra’s identity beca even more of a mystery.
Just who was that guy?
Though his actions suggested he wasn’t exactly hostile toward , there were too many suspicious things about him.
Click—
At that mont, the sound of high heels echoed in my ears.
I turned my head toward the familiar footsteps, and sothing suddenly lunged at .
“Husbandddd!”
Sharin ca flying into my arms, her navy-blue hair trailing behind her.
I hurriedly extended my arms to catch her as she dove into my embrace.
“What if I couldn’t catch you?”
“There’s no way my husband wouldn’t catch .”
Her faith in was unwavering.
“You’re happy to see after so long, right?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“If you were, you should’ve co to see first.”
Even as she sulked, Sharin rubbed her face against my chest.
A soft sensation pressed against .
Maybe because it had been a while since we last t, she seed much more affectionate than usual.
Ever since she confessed to , her displays of affection had only grown.
It felt like a wary fox had finally let down its guard completely.
As she nestled in my arms, Sharin suddenly peeked up at .
Her eyes, shimring like the Milky Way, sparkled like gemstones.
“Sharin?”
“Husbannddd, was there a mage here just now?”
A mage.
My eyes blinked at the word.
“No, a mage…?”
I was about to deny it—
But then, I rembered the boy I had just been speaking with.
My head slowly turned toward Sharin with a creak.
“Sharin, why do you think that?”
Instead of answering, she rolled her eyes around.
“There’s magic residue lingering here. And I don’t think I’ve ever seen this type of magic before.”
Was there any magic in this world that Sharin hadn’t seen?
She was the daughter of the Master of the Blue Magic Tower.
She had practically grown up surrounded by all kinds of magic.
“Celestial Magic.”
At that mont, Sharin’s eyebrows slightly furrowed.
“This… This is Celestial Magic.”
“Celestial Magic?”
My eyes widened in surprise.
Celestial Magic…
There was only one person in the world who could use it—Xenia, the reincarnation of Zerion.
‘Then that ans… the way Midra disappeared just now…’
Did he really vanish using Celestial Magic’s spatial teleportation?
‘…How?’
A wave of confusion washed over my face.
At the sa ti, countless possibilities flashed through my mind.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m Sharin, you know?”
Sharin had probably seen Xenia before.
Xenia had been able to wield Celestial Magic early on, which had made her famous.
The Master of the Blue Magic Tower had t Xenia, so Sharin must have as well.
That was why she was able to recognize that Celestial Magic had been cast here.
Sharin gently stepped out of my arms.
Her Milky Way-like eyes shimred.
Each ti, she absorbed the remaining traces of information left in the corridor.
Then, she turned back to .
“Husbannddd, who exactly was here?”
“…”
I stared blankly at the hallway where she stood.
“…Yeah, good question.”
Midra Fenin.
Who are you?
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