The breeze at dawn on the Baekun Mountains was quite cool, ruffling the dewdrops on the shrubs. The mountaintop was so high that the morning sun reached it late, since it was often swallowed by clouds. The fog was like a tide of calm waves as it covered the windows of the Fairy Dance Lee Family home.

“... Um.”

The cool breeze caressed the face of the man sleeping serenely on the bed. He looked young, but his face held the marks of a responsibility beyond his years. Black hair, white skin, and symmetrical features created an almost scholarly look to him. Theodore Miller was the world’s strongest magician and only transcendent.

It is morning.

Theo opened his eyes and slowly got to his feet.

“Ah.”

He winced at a sudden throbbing in his chest. He was almost recovered, but the aftereffects of the fight still remained. Theo looked down at his hands with a bitter smile. The Eight Jade Magatamas had been broken, the Heavenly Sword had lost its sharp blade, and two artifacts had been used as consumable items. He had also almost lost an arm. If he had fought the heavenly demon without preparing, the winner and loser might’ve changed.

Suddenly, a thought came to Theo’s mind, and he called out to Gluttony, “Hey Gluttony.”

- What is it?

“I forgot...