After being consumed by darkness, all of a sudden I felt a source of light.
Not long after, I opened my eyes to see a familiar black-haired figure.
A cold, yet uncannily kind-hearted girl was now smiling like a lunatic idiot.
Right. It was Azalea—talking to me after the break.
"So, did you enjoy the lesson? Or were you just pretending?"
She asked with a small laugh.
"Huh? Wasn't it fun?"
"Yeah, true. But honestly, don't get the wrong idea."
"What do you mean?"
"Magic is dangerous, Kairi" she said bluntly, her face turning serious again—cold and composed, like the Azalea I knew.
"What makes it dangerous? Or did something happen before?"
I asked, my curiosity gnawing at me like an itch I desperately wanted to scratch.
"Kairi..."
She suddenly stopped walking and stared deep into my eyes.
"Elysia Veylith. You are the living proof of that danger."
Even I, who had only just become aware, found myself confused by that statement.
