Four years ago, Eward’s eyes had sparkled brightly upon seeing the magic cast by Lovellian. He had held a pure passion and interest for magic. Born as the eldest son of the Lionheart clan’s direct line with an excessive amount of expectations placed on him, Eward had held a much greater interest in reading books and learning magic than he had in learning how to swing a sword and move his body.

However, just because he was interested in it didn’t mean he had a talent for it. This was actually pretty common. Most people unfortunately didn’t have a lot of talent for the things they really liked and wanted to do.

But Eward had felt betrayed by this. To the same extent that he had once felt love and hope for learning magic, Eward felt frustrated by how different his reality was from his ideal.

Eward’s suffering wasn’t particularly cruel or uncommon. It was something that had happened to a lot of people.

Although Eward held a great passion and interest in magic, even going so far as to harbor love for it, magic didn’t return Eward’s affections.

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Gilead hadn't waited for dawn, though it was already late at night. A few minutes past midnight, Gilead arrived at the capital of Aroth. Then he immediately headed to the Red Tower of Ma...