Chapter 25

Chapter 25

…Two hours ago.

Sylvia left at 7 P.M., taking the car with her. She carried a pile of notes, flowers, and a pen, but she didn’t feel very good. Sitting quietly in the back seat, she murmured to herself.

“Why did he give so many assignments so indifferently? Even though there was a condition that they only had to do two out of the three activities and he didn’t demand high-quality work as he usually did, they couldn’t just meet the bare minimum since it would only be equivalent to five credits….”

“We’ve arrived.”

She had reached her destination while worrying about the assignments. The evening air that greeted her was chilly. The sun was setting on the horizon to the west, scattering orange light throughout the sky. It suited her destination.

Sylvia walked with the flowers in hand, her elegant shoes clinking quietly on the neatly polished road. Waiting for her at her destination was a tombstone adorned with bouquets.

[Sierra von Ellemin Iliade]

[Proud wizard, wife of Glitheon, and the mother of Sylvia, a lovely daughter.]

The place where her mother slept eternally. Her mother wanted to be buried in her hometown, and Sylvia followed her footsteps to the institution.

“I’m here.” Sylvia knelt as she laid the flowers carefully atop the tombstone. “Today at the holy ground, my little brother had his aptitude test.”

It had been five years since her father remarried. Her little brother, who suddenly popped into her life, had just turned four.

“My brother has no talent for magic. He also looks like a potato, a roasted one at that. I don’t think he’s fully developed yet. No, maybe he was born lacking something?”

Today’s complaints gently continued.

“Professor Deculein is no less than a villain. He seems to think the only responsibility I have is his lectures.”

She could no longer remember her mother’s voice. Even her sorrow towards her mother’s fate felt a little vague. But even so, once a month, a special day came when Sylvia, the girl who normally didn’t talk, told her mom stories about her life. Today’s excuse was Deculein’s bombardment of assignments, but whatever it was, she felt much lighter after she let it out here.

“…I’ll get going, then. Take care.”

Sylvia moved back to her feet, her knees aching, and turned around without hesitation to leave the cemetery, only to stumble upon an unexpected sight. Under the dim moonlight stood a person she never expected to meet in such a place.