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I went to see my mentor today.
Guess what.
He told me that, more like scold me.
He told me it was a mistake teaching me how to use magic, that he should have known there would be a huge backlash at me.
My body was not able to keep up with the amount of mana, magic spells, attributes that I'm using.
To make things worst, my body was slowly breaking down, he told me it may not be visible now but it would soon get worse.
He told me I was lucky I was only having headaches and vomiting blood, having fatigues.
But that doesn't change the fact that I'm dying.
My mentor told me to stop using magic.
When I asked him why would and why should I do that.
He told me if I kept using it, I would die in self distraction as my body would soon collapse as the mana overflows.
I can't believe it.
How am I supposed to believe it?
The magic that I yearn so much to learn actually could be the cause of my death?
How am I supposed to tell that to my mother? She already wasn't feeling well.
Should I tell it to Abel?
Who would be the one to guard the walls if it wasn't me? The north is yet to be prosperous.
The end reason why the troops on the boarders were able to face the demons was because of my aid.
No matter how much I think about it, it was so hard to believe.
For now, my mentor agreed to keep it as a secret.
Heh
To think that that old man actually cares for me is quite amazing and oh, his wife was really pretty, what was her name again? Leanne?
She even said would try to find a wa-
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As it was (Abel Heilon)
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