The woman led me to the room where the boy was and said with a gentle smile, "You will stay in this room from now on. Yuma will be your roommate. If you ever feel scared or if something bad happens, you can call me anytime, okay?"

As she said that, the man shouted from the back of the house, "Giselle! Come and help me with this!"

"I'll be there in a second!" she replied, her voice filled with a reassuring tone.

She looked at me one last time, her eyes filled with kindness, and said, "Get along well, okay?" Then, she closed the door and left.

Despite the man's intimidating appearance, his wife was such a warm and welcoming person. I had never felt so safe in a strange place before. Now, I was alone in the room with the boy.

He was sitting on the ground, lost in the pages of his book. Not wanting to disturb him, I slowly walked towards him and sat near him.

We didn't speak, but whenever I glanced at him, I found him looking at me. He would quickly lift his book whenever I did.

But that wasn't my biggest concern. I was still trying to comprehend how I had arrived here. It was like something out of a movie. I had disappeared from the real world in an instant, and my mother had been with me during that moment. She had been by my side just seconds ago, but now it felt like it was all a dream or a figment of my imagination.

Everything felt overwhelming.

As I was lost in thought, the boy suddenly approached me, placed his book on the ground, sat in front of me, and said, "My father said that you got lost. Don't you really remember where you came from?"

His sudden question caught me off guard, and I didn't know what to say.

He then asked, "Do you remember anything?"

"No. I don't. I really don't know how it happened either," I replied slowly, my voice filled with uncertainty.

He smiled, turned to a page in his book, and said, "Actually, there is something we can do about this."

The page he showed me was filled with intricate drawings, each accompanied by a detailed description.

"Here! This spell right here," he said, pointing to one of the pictures. "It helps you to put someone into sleep or make them sleep quicker. It may seem useless, but maybe they might have used it on you somehow. And it's not classified as 'Dark Magic,' so many people can use it."

"Wait? Dark Magic?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah. Dark Magic is also known as the 'Life Stealer' magic," he explained.

"Why do they call it that?" I inquired.

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"Most people avoid black magic because it shortens your life and brings a curse upon you. It's said that there are other effects besides shortening your lifespan. For example, attracting cursed and dangerous magical creatures. And this effect can't be lost throughout your life. That's why everyone stays away from it," he said.

Dark Magic? Magical Creatures? It all sounded terrifying, but I continued listening to learn more.

He quickly turned to another page in the book and showed me. It was similar to the previous page, filled with spells and their descriptions.

He pointed to one of the spells and said, "And here! This one here makes someone see a hallucination about anything. If somebody did this to you, maybe you thought you were from another world. But I don't think that's possible since a hallucination can't change your mind that easily, especially at your age."

I was almost sixteen, but he was right. I couldn't be easily misled by a single hallucination. I could tell the difference between reality and illusion. I couldn't believe that my entire life was a "hallucination."

"But this one is classified as Dark Magic. Almost nobody uses it, and it's just there to inform people," he said.

He then opened the last page and showed me one final spell. Unlike the others, there was no explanation for this one. It was a picture, seemingly drawn from imagination, and only theories were written beneath it.

"What is this spell?" I asked.

He looked at me and replied, "This is a special level spell. It started appearing a few years ago, and people can't stop theorizing about it. Even though it's classified as 'special,' it hasn't harmed anyone so far. Very few people have seen it, and it's unknown how it appeared or for what purpose."

"But that's what excites me the most," he said, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

He turned the pages of his book slowly, his gaze lingering over each one. "I've seen many different spells up until now, but this is the most mysterious one I've encountered. I don't know why, but it intrigues me the most!"

I asked, "But why do you read these kinds of books?"

He replied thoughtfully, "I guess it's because I truly love spells. They can be dangerous and dark at times, but they can also be powerful, beneficial, and joyful. I considered becoming a Creature Hunter, exploring different creatures, as they have access to almost everywhere. But I didn't feel it was right for me. That's why I want to become a great sorcerer and create spells that will help people and make them happier."

He seemed to have a deep understanding of spells and spoke about them with great fluency. The more he explained, the more questions filled my head.

I asked him one more time, "I understand there are spells and sorcerers, but what is a Creature Hunter?"

"Oh! I forgot to tell you!" he said, closing his book. "While there are sorcerers and witches here, there are also Creature Hunters. Their task is to eliminate creatures that pose a danger to humans, and in return, they receive a fee. But some do it for money, others for self-improvement, and some simply because they believe in the good of people."

"Isn't that cool?" he asked.

Creature Hunters, huh? Sorcerers, witches, creature hunters, and creatures – it was all so overwhelming. No matter how hard I tried to comprehend it, I couldn't believe it was real.

As I was about to lose myself in thought again, the boy realized something. "Oh! I forgot to ask your name! What is your name?"

I replied shyly, "Orano. Orano Tatsumi."

"I'm Yuma. Yuma Daisuke. Nice to meet you," he replied with a smile.

"My dad probably didn't tell you his name, and probably my mother too. Their names are Giselle and Roam if you ever need to call them," he said.

Giselle and Roam? That's right. I heard the man calling out to her before she left. So those were their names.

Yuma smiled and asked, "Do you want to know a little bit more about sorcerers and creature hunters? I'm sure you'll be surprised."

I nodded, eager to learn more.

We spent countless hours talking, and I learned so much from him. At first, it was all overwhelming, but as he continued to share his knowledge, I began to grasp the intricacies of this magical world.