Shirone suppressed his urges in order to gain the endless efficiency that would come with the Core of Knowledge.�

When that efficiency finally arrives, just what kind of mage would Shirone become?

It was a waste of time to think about stuff like that.

�Whoo.�

After reading the last page of the founding history, Shirone closed the book with a satisfied expression.

At that moment, the door burst open.

�Hey, you jerk! I went through hell while waiting for today to come!�

It was Rian Ogent who returned from hell.

To call him an incarnation of the devil with that malicious face of his would not be an understatement.

�So persistent!�

He harbored the same amount of anger as when he was dragged by his swordsman instructor a while back.

If Shirone was to point out any difference, it was that his eyes were sunken and his body appeared thinner.

�Are you really here for that?�

�Of course. Do you know how much trouble I went through? I climbed and climbed the cliff countless times. Everytime I thought I would fall to my death due to my waning strength, I managed to hold on as I NEEDED to get my revenge!�

Shirone was anxious.

If he had been growing that hatred everyday, then Shirone must look like a sworn enemy to him.

�Aren�t you going to answer? You thinking about saying empty words? I�m asking why the heck you snitched on me that day, you coward! I feel sick when I see guys like you!�

�I didn�t rat on you, I just told the truth.�

�I asked you for a favor. Why didn�t you tell me that you weren�t going to help me? I trusted you.�

Shirone gave up persuading because he couldn�t deal with the reasoning of an aristocrat.

�Then what should I have done?�

Rian looked slightly taken aback by the unexpected attitude.

He looked like a butler who had just started working for his family, but he looked so calm.

�Alright, you�re ignoring me too, aren�t you? You must have heard something from somewhere, but I�ll show you clearly who I am. Follow me.�

Shirone followed Rian.

Judging from the degree of his anger, he seemed to be thinking of taking him somewhere to beat him to the brink of death.

�It�s better than dying. Let�s just let him do whatever he wants to do to me. Whether it be hitting or mistreating me.�

He couldn�t throw away the opportunity that his parents risked their lives for.

Whenever he felt fear, he imagined his parents enjoying their meals.

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