"Take on the role of my proper mentor once again," I said.0

If it were Rohakan, even my exacting nature would be able to accept him as a mentor worthy of the title. With that certainty, I raised my eyes and met his gaze.0

"Your talent is, without a doubt, nonexistent. The fact that you've made it this far is nothing short of a miracle," Rohakan said, a smile playing on his lips as he regarded me.1

I remained silent.0

"Of course, I imagine you must have put in such effort. But without a change in your very soul, such an achievement would have been impossible."0

A change of soul—somehow, the words weighed heavily on me.0

"However, do not grieve. Even if you kill me today, you will always find the past me here, waiting for you," Rohakan concluded.0

“… The past you, Rohakan?” I asked.0

"Yes, I wished to stay a little longer, so I created this place. I gathered the last remnants of my life and let them sink into this place. Now, somewhere in this vineyard, there lives a Rohakan far older than myself."0

I looked over the vineyard, where mana and time wove together like strands of an unseen tapestry. Their currents swirled and swayed, each thread revealing itself through Sharp Eyesight. As I watched, a passage from Rohakan’s letter rose to the surface of my mind.0

Deculein, my protégé, there are still many meetings ahead of us…0

"Is that why you said there were still many meetings ahead of us?" I asked.0

"Yes, I have met you here more times than I can count—the one who kills me, only to find me again."0

Rohakan, with the...0