A grimoire like his has only been seen once before, over a hundred years ago it was said to belong to a strong mage. The right hand man of the very first wizard king. After his death the grimoire was never seen again, until now. "No way, the glowing five leaf clover. It actually exists!" "To bad the grimoire is in the hands of a lowly peasent like him."

ℙ𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕, 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟, 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕗. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕛𝕦𝕞𝕡 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖? 𝕐/𝕟 𝕃/𝕟. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥. 𝕊𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕞, 𝕄𝕣. ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕗𝕞𝕒𝕟. ℍ𝕦𝕙.... 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕕𝕕 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖... 【︎Completed】︎ 【︎Angst】︎ 【︎Short Story】