Chapter 60

Deep in the night, the full moon scattered the shallow fog as Sylvia dove deep into her thoughts in their mansion’s backyard.

“…”

Today, she found out why he was the Head Professor and had amazing theoretical and educational skills.

‘What if a child, praised for being a prodigy, suddenly feels he’s becoming more ordinary as he grows up?’

Lacking talent, he worked harder than anyone else and walked the royal road of theory. As his intuition faltered, he immersed himself in logic as sophisticated as cogs.

‘What if he sees children who were worse than him getting ahead of him?’

Sylvia recalled Rohakan’s words.

The sadness to doubt one’s own talents. The fear of being blocked by an impenetrable wall. The fear that someone worse than oneself would overtake them.

“Would I be able to overcome it all?”

‘What if he imagined that someday they would laugh at him, who used to look down on them?’

She imagined Epherene becoming a better wizard than her…

Sylvia shut her mouth and puffed up her cheeks.

“… Arrogant Epherene.”

The possibility was slim, but just thinking about it made her dizzy.

So it was even more surprising. Deculein overcame this feeling with hard work.

“…”

Finishing her thoughts, Sylvia immersed herself in meditation again. She breathed quietly and released her mana, causing colorful shades to appear in her eyes.

Eventually, she materialized the Origin.

The darkness of the night faded, and light entered. Flowers bloomed on the ground, and butterflies flew as a warm wind blew, the grass gently swaying.

The landscape was constructed with the ‘three primary colors.’ The image she embraced had dyed her garden.

In this realm, her color was the Law of Nature.

“••••••••.”

Sylvia quietly closed her eyes amid the magical field.

She once heard of something called ‘the wizard’s fortune.’

The first was innate talent.

The second was a worthy effort.

The third was one’s own muse.