Under the clear night sky with a full moon scattering a fine mist, Sylvia quietly pondered in the mansion’s backyard. Today, she finally understood why, despite being the head professor, Deculein excelled in theory and was so skilled at teaching others.0

"However, think about it. A child praised as a whiz kid grows up only to find themselves becoming ordinary."0

Lacking natural talent, he worked harder than anyone else, choosing the path of rigorous theory. With his intuition faltering, he immersed himself in intricate logic.0

"How would they feel seeing those they once deemed inferior surpassing them?"0

Suddenly, Sylvia remembered the sorrow of doubting her talent, the fear of facing an insurmountable obstacle, and the dread of being surpassed by those once deemed less capable. She wondered if she could overcome it all.0

"What if they imagined those they looked down on, eventually mocking them?"0

She imagined what it would be like if Epherene became a better mage than her. Sylvia clenched her teeth and puffed out her cheeks.0

"... Arrogant Epherene."4

Although it was unlikely, the mere thought made her feel dizzy. It was even more astonishing that Deculein had overcome such feelings through sheer effort. Finishing her contemplation, Sylvia returned to her meditation, breathing calmly and drawing up her inner power. As she focused, a kaleidoscope of colors filled her vision.1

Soon, the Origin materialized. The darkness of night receded as light took its place. Flowers bloomed, butterflies fluttered, a warm breeze blew, and the grass swayed gently. This landscape was shaped by her Primary Colors. Her inner vision painted the garden, where her colors became the natural law.0

In this magical field, Sylvia closed...0