The huge eyes that were just indifferently stuck in the darkness continued to speak in a muddy voice.

�You have the right and duty to answer the questions left to you.�

�����!�����!�

Tears of blood flowed from both eyes.�All kinds of curse words and abusive language were shot at the pupils.

Losing control even in his dreams, he struck down the darkness with both fists.�He had resentment, resentment, and longing on his trembling shoulders.

The huge eyes looked at Sirone for the first time.�There was no pupil movement, but it must have been.

As if she suddenly had ears, Sirone could finally hear her own voice in her dreams.

�What?�What question am I supposed to answer?�

�����.�

the pupil asked.

�Huh!�

Surprised, Sirone straightened her upper body.�My eyes caught my eye on the blanking plate on the desk with memo pads sticking to it.

�my room.�That�s my room����.�

Sirone collapsed on the desk again.�A cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body felt weak as if he had been exhausted.

�Whoa, what the hell is it?�Why do I have such a strange dream����.�

Feeling the texture of the paper clinging to his cheek, he straightened up.�Among the densely written notes, one word caught my eye.

destruction of heaven.

I fell asleep after studying magic all night.�It�s literally like developing genocidal magic.�I wondered if I was having a nightmare with the added stress that there was still no solution.

It was already 5:00 in the morning.

Sirone neatly organized his notes.�Ten books of ideas related to heaven-destroying magic have already been turned into notebooks.�Our understanding of God Particles has improved, but the probability of meeting Gaold�s proposed criteria is still 0%.

�No, there is a way.�maybe����.�

If completed, it will be the most destructive magic in the world.�Even so, the reason I can�t give up is because I still have a faint echo like the correct answer in my brain.

After washing herself with warm water, Sirone left the accommodation with a notebook and pen in her crossbody bag.

The graduation class that started in winter was already heading toward summer.�The night had shortened, and it had just dawned, and the air was refreshing as if mixed with carbonated water.�There was a clear sound of birds chirping in the forest.

�Can I really go to heaven?�

When I met Gaold, it seemed like a year would pass.�However, as he lived in the busy schedule of his senior year, it felt like all the promises related to him were unraveling like a dream.

�uh?�Sirone?�

Sirone turned her head to see Maya sitting on a garden bench and blinking.�In her hands, she was holding a mug filled with steaming coffee.

�Maya, what are you doing at this hour?�

�huh?�I always get up now�Because I have to play weather music.�You?� JrNovels.com