"… Goodbye, my professor." 0

The trembling voice of a child from some far-off future echoed in my ears. The sound lingered like a fading whisper, resonating within me and filling the space she had just left.0

I closed my eyes briefly, and when I opened them, the world had already changed, anchored in a single fleeting moment. She was gone from the underground archive; only the silence remained. The wind spun idly, and the damp chill clung to my skin. In this unaltered space, time for me continued without interruption. Yet, in that brief span, 385 years had likely passed.0

"… Arrogant," I muttered, a wave of anger and disdain rising within me. It was a natural response.4

Flutter—0

A scrap of paper at my feet caught my attention. I lifted it with Telekinesis.0

To Professor Deculein,0

Hello, this is Epherene. 0

By now, I’m certain you’re angry. Were you muttering ‘arrogant’ under your breath?0

I glanced around instinctively. There was no one there. I returned to the letter. The handwriting was firm, pressed deeply into the paper.0

I’m sorry, Professor. But this is something I had to do alone.0

And this time, it truly is just time. The mana in the air is stagnant, making any training impossible. I will not even be able to replenish my mana.0

It’s a time devoid of purpose, where all I can do is think.0

Like waves lapping against the shore, time will simply wash over me and retreat, again and again.0

Hehe.0

Umm, there’s so much I wanted to say to you, Professor.0

What happened in the future, how it all unfolded.0

But conveying knowledge from the future to the present is difficult. Especially your future, Professor—I couldn’t possibly...1