Disciple Thief (3)

Although he had learned the shocking whereabouts of the notebook he had spent a staggering 400 million won on, Ian calmly sorted out his thoughts instead of going wild like a colt.

Obviously, he didn’t think Amelia—who had no abilities to speak of—broke into the house overnight and stole the notebook. If she had, Amelia would have been Amel/ia, sprawled in the living room like a corpse.

Even with incredible luck, it would have been instant death. There was no option of coming back alive.

Breaking into a battle mage’s residence openly was practically the same as walking around with half your heart exposed. Only fools who didn’t value their lives would set foot inside a residence.

Why else had Eddie waited for Ian in the hallway instead of going into his house? That proud, arrogant mage had also acted while keeping the bare minimum of caution and manners. Amelia was born into a mage family too, so she should know the basics; it was only right to rule out the possibility that she had barged into his house without thinking.

Besides, he hadn’t even told her the address, so finding him was impossible anyway.

Then the only possibility left was that the notebook had suddenly grown legs and darted out of the house.

‘Could that even be possible?’

Ian let out a long sigh as he imagined the legged notebook opening the window by itself and flying away.

Impossible. And yet, in a world where mysticism truly existed, it couldn’t simply be dismissed as bullshit...