Picture School.
The fourth school among the “Six Schools” of Dark Magic, it was a place where dark mages who primarily used necromancy to handle corpses gathered.
Yair, a twenty-two-year-old young man belonging to that place.
To describe him in a single word - - .
A genius.
Literally, a heaven-sent talent.
He had reached the ranks of the 6th circle in just three years since encountering Dark Magic.
His combat power was enough to easily overwhelm even a bishop-level priest of the Holy Imperial Church.
The reason someone like him came all the way to this frontier of the Arden territory.
It was because he had heard an interesting rumor at a tavern he happened to stop by...
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