Hummmmm…0

The sky rippled, the ground was turned over, the earth was twisted, and a crimson mana dyed the atmosphere.0

Whooooosh—0

The robe was swaying, as if it were waving in the wind.0

However, Epherene knew that in this space where time was stagnant, wind could not exist.0

Therefore, this was the work of pure magic, and it was Adrienne’s mana distorting the landscape.0

Epherene looked up at Adrienne without a word. From between the clouds, her face was bright and a clear smile reached all the way to her ears.0

"Chairwoman," Epherene called to her.0

“Yes?!” Adrienne replied.0

"... What does it take to become an archmage?"0

When Epherene asked that, the great Archmage Adrienne was so stunned that her eyes widened, for Epherene had never once wished for or even thought about that great and glorious status, as what had led her to this place was not such a vague and grand objective.0

"Oh? To become an archmage?"0

“Yes.”0

Looking back, Epherene’s days were a flurry of impulses, and as her father wished, she hated and despised Deculein, burning with those emotions as she became a mage.0

For a long time, she despised him while she was by his side, then she came to realize a very difficult truth, and as she tried to run away from it all, she fell and fell again until she was finally picked up by Deculein, because of whom she came to believe in her true self.0

"I plan to become an archmage."0

“Hmm! Why?!”0

"I am going to reform...0