The following morning when Wisteria woke up, he quickly gathered his thoughts as he recollected the events of the previous night.
It was hard to believe how much his relationship with Sylvan had changed in just one day. He felt calm, and no longer afraid for his life.
Someone knocked on the door.
"Wisteria," It was Sylvan's voice, "Are you awake?"
"I am. You can come in!"
Sylvan opened the door.
"Good morning." Wisteria smiled as he buttoned up his shirt, his hair disheveled.
"Good morning," Sylvan turned his head to a side, as if averting his gaze. "Breakfast is set, so whenever you're ready, head down to the dining room."
"Alright."
Sylvan turned, about to close the door.
"Sylvan---" Wisteria called, "Are you going to join for breakfast?"
"No, but my grandmother should be there soon."
"You should join us..."
"..." He shook his head, "She's not in the best health condition. Even a little exposure to my Mana could threaten her life."
"... I still think you should join us... I don't mean to meddle, but your grandmother seems to really miss your company. I can set an extra barrier around her if it makes you feel better..."
"..." Sylvan thought for a moment, "Alr--."
---Beep, beep--- Beep, beep--- Beep, beep---
The sound of an alarm went off.
Sylvan opened his palm, a translucent image hovering above a rune on his palm, "Wisteria, do you know these people?"
Wisteria inspected the projection of around ten individuals, recognizing one of them----
The Sage, Oleander, was standing in front of Sylvan's gates!
He instantly regretted his decision to stay over.
"I do..." Wisteria replied, feeling apologetic, "I'll head out now. I'm very sorry for the disruption..."
"It's not your fault." Sylvan reassured, "I'll walk you to the portal."
Amidst the silence of the Dark Forest, the new visitors's quietly whispered among themselves.
"Necromancer!" Oleander boisterous voice propelled, "Release the young man at once!"
Suddenly, the gates opened with the same crunching and cracking sound of bones. And from the golden portal, a black haired young man walked out.
"Hi, everyone..." Wisteria forced a smile, the gates closing behind him, "What are you doing all the way here?"
"Wisteria!" Oleander called out, rushing to his side, "Are you okay? What did he do to you?"
"I'm fine... We fought a little and I managed to escape, so we can turn back now."
"No." Oleander's usual nonchalant demeanor was nowhere to be seen as he gritted his teeth, "That man has crossed the line!"
"Oleander, there's no need---"
The Sage stepped forward, gently pushing Wisteria away from him. He built a mass of Mana into his hand and shot it towards the gate. Following suit, the other sorcerers joined in the attack. The moment their spells touched the gates, the crimson runes crawled towards them like a snake. As it got closer, the runes grew longer in length enough to envelop all ten-plus sorcerers.
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FantasyThe day Wisteria Lilac was summoned by the Sacred Tree to receive his blessing as the Sage Successor, he also recovered his memories of his previous life-- where he had read a novel containing events of his current life and death! According to the s...
