My consciousness seemed to flicker like a candle wick.

In between the constant noise I could hear voices but for some reason I can’t seem to fully decipher their conversation.

“⬛⬛⬛ constitution ⬛⬛⬛ unique…⬛⬛ no way of ⬛ mana, ⬛⬛ released cannot be contained.”

“Is that why ⬛ mana ⬛?”

“Yes ⬛⬛, it would be best for ⬛⬛⬛ to never use mana ever again. Though containing too much ⬛ is also not ⬛.”

“⬛⬛⬛ best course of action?”

“It would be for us ⬛ and ⬛⬛ to periodically drain ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛’s stagnant mana or until we could create an ⬛ to constantly consume ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛’s mana.”

“….Let us proceed then.”

Their voices were rather distant and jumbled, it was hard to make out what the conversation was about.

As I was about to close my eyes, ⬛⬛ hovered ⬛ hands towards my head and the energy gathered in ⬛ palm.

A soothing warmth was felt as the energy grew brighter.

Soon, I succumbed to my restless fatigue.

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After waking up I proceeded to find out about what happened to that troublesome person, Rohwaldt.

I concluded that the easiest way to know was to ask the head butler of the palace.

Yet although expected, the news still managed to shock me.

“He… resigned you say… I see”

“Yes, 2 weeks before your disappearance dear Prince”

‘If so… then why did he continue to try and teach me magic…? And as much as I hate to admit, he even succeeded in making me interested in it again...’

“... Is that so? Then I’ll go now, that’s all I wanted to know.”

I headed back to the library with the journal in hand.

This made me think of the Otome game’s plot, Rohwaldt was a side character that managed to interest the young Prince in magic.

To a person without magic, having a magic teacher was like torture.

Yet, Rohwaldt was successfully persuasive and was really passionate about teaching the wonders of magic, making the young Prince filled to the brim with utmost curiosity and interest.

The interest in the later years of the Crown prince’s life soon turned to that of obsession… so much so to the point of even trying to sacrifice the saintess to gain her magic power.

As they say, the more you want something the more you have to sacrifice in order to obtain it.

And the more so you can’t have your hands on it.

Pausing that thought, I stopped immediately at a certain section of the library.

Gliding my fingers across the vibrantly filled shelves I soon found the one I was looking for.

Unhurriedly flipping through its pages, the book showed the picture of a person in weird clothing peacefully sleeping on the middle of a magic formation.

A being not from this world is said to be summoned or sent every time a crisis is doomed to fall, we call them saints and saintesses.

Their presence itself gives energy to the world they are summoned in, as their pure mana is exponentially high causing it to leak and purify the land.

Or so the book records.

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