“Father, are you alright?!”

Walwiss heard hurried footsteps from below. When he looked below, he saw his son Orlando looking up at him. Then, Walwiss looked towards the darkness where the mysterious, unidentified man had disappeared into. 

“I’m fine.” His body began to slowly descend.

Crash!

As soon as he landed on the ground, he felt something crumble underneath his feet. The pure, white ice covering the ground broke with his steps. The Jaewick family’s garden was completely frozen now; in stark contrast to the fire sparks, magma, and ashes that covered the area and stirred up an image of Hell, the lightly frozen surface let out cool air.

It was Orland’s work. It seemed like he couldn’t let the surface continue to burn up or let magma flow out. Walwiss stared at Orland whose complexion looked a bit pale, and Walwiss’ face was slightly distorted.

‘I can’t believe this little bit of magic changed his complexion.’

Although he had cast a large-scale spell, Orland was a representative of a school of magic; even if he sat at the end, he took one of the seats of the top ten figures in the magical tower. But Walwiss remembered how Orland told him that his condition wasn’t good...