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Chapter 13 - The Beginning of Destiny

"Where am I?!?"

Finally, after a few hours, Arian woke up and found himself in a white room.

"About time you woke up! This is the palace infirmary. Hey hey, don't move! Your body is really fragile right now!"

Arian looked at his bandaged body. A sharp headache shook him as he tried to remember what happened, but no—he couldn't recall anything.

"Excuse me, nurse, can I ask why I'm here?"

"What? You don't remember?" The nurse looked at the skinny boy with surprise and said, "Well, let me tell you—you're a miracle trapped in a weak body that still isn't strong enough to handle your magic power. That's why your mana veins got seriously damaged!"

Hearing this, Arian clenched his small fists and bit his lip so hard that blood started dripping, coloring his pale face.

"Thanks… could you please leave now?"

"That kid!" The nurse left the room after seeing his reaction, and at the same time, Arian screamed in pain—the kind of pain that hurt his soul.

"Um, my lady, sorry but they kicked me out themselves!"

"Don't worry, Mamnoon, and the reason he screams is because he thinks he's weak!" Zinarfil, steadily walking toward the room, looked at the nurse and said.

Far away from the infirmary, in a room where the teachers had gathered, they all sat shocked and looked at each other. Everyone had a different view of Arian—some saw him as a hero and the king of Mana Users, while others, who remembered the war and the prophecy, feared him.

"Friends, I think it's best to put aside these silly thoughts and focus on our duty—teaching and taking care of the students."

After a deep breath, Abraham finally spoke: "Professor Nayos is right. But professor, didn't your insightful eyes notice something strange about that boy? What was his name… Ah yes, Arian."

"It was nothing special," Nayos answered with a face no one could read. "But from now on, I'll say this boy is my student."

Abraham nodded and said to everyone, "Friends, this year we have many talented students. Ten from each group were chosen, and you all have seen them. Professor Nayos chose his student; I will choose the others. Yes, that elf boy will become a good magician. If you have no objections, you may leave for now." The other teachers left the room to prepare for the new school year.

"Professor, I'm sorry I couldn't control my power!" Arian said shyly to Zinarfil.

After a deep sigh, Zinarfil said, "It's okay, my son. What matters most is that you're healthy now. But remember, many eyes are watching you, so be careful! Especially stay away from the kings! Try to surround yourself with good people, okay?"

With tears streaming down his cheek, Arian said, "Yes, professor. But does this mean we're going to be separated? I don't want that. Please don't go."

"Hey Arian, don't be childish. I get teary too sometimes. Weren't you the one who said you wanted to go to school?"

Arian looked up and saw Zinarfil's sad face. He laughed loudly and said, "I didn't think you'd be this soft-hearted, professor."

"You little troublemaker! You want me to beat you up again, huh?!"

The day passed like this, and finally, it was time to leave. The new phase of Arian's life and his journeys were about to begin.

"Well, well, you 20 first-year Krosalis students, welcome! I hope you survive until the last year!" Abraham said to the kids in front of him and continued, "Know this: all of you are the jewels of this continent, but there are stronger ones out there, so don't get too arrogant. Let this be your first lesson: great power comes with great responsibility. And remember, a knife in a kid's hand is more dangerous than a sword in a soldier's."

All twenty students said in unison, "Yes, professor!"

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