"What?" Merlin was shocked by the system's words. "So you mean I'm a threat to this world? But… how can that be?"
"[It's because you changed Tharvis' fate, Master. Do you know how crucial Tharvis' role is to the main character's growth?]"
Merlin fell silent. Of course, he knew how important Tharvis was to the main character.
Just as Abel neared the fourth level of the Spirit Core, a strange barrier suddenly appeared within him, stopping his breakthrough.
The person who helped him overcome it was none other than Tharvis.
Tharvis had concocted a special potion that existed only in ancient texts in the academy library.
Even Leona—one of the continent's top-ranked alchemists—couldn't replicate it, yet Tharvis had succeeded.
At that time, Tharvis had only been at the academy for a year, but his achievements were already extraordinary.
Merlin had thought that, if not for Abel's existence, Tharvis should have been the protagonist.
