that I brought the child back with me he
was a pureblood human boy orphaned and
born into servitude the term grounded
person essentially denotes a slave
merely differing by Regional
nomenclature this is a common occurrence
wherever there is a hierarchy wherever
there is oppression there will be slaves
regardless of how charmingly they are
named a slave remains a slave and
reality never Alters due to a mere title
his name is Zula a name seldom heard he
bore no hatred towards me instead he
wished for me to teach him magic which I
agreed to that he was exceptionally
gifted no perhaps it was Not Mere talent
but rather an unparalleled ability
unique to him he was a natural-born man
AG whether it pertained to the Arcane
secrets of necromancy the six Elemental
Magics or summoning spells he grasped
and comprehended them with ease I had
never encountered a child possessing
such extraordinary aptitude I had a
premonition that given time this child
would surpass all Mages of past and
present yes indeed if he accomplished it
just as s had initially cautioned me
what could be more foolish than adopting
the child of an enemy Nation he had
warned me then that this child bore an
extraordinary future his growth might
sway the fate of the world and when I
came to this realization it was already
20 years later concurrently I became
acutely aware that I must now take his
life with my own hands why do you treat
me this way teacher have I not merely
slain a few Innocents I am a royal Mage
your pupil you a member of the esteemed
tin Round Table Wizards and I your
student are my actions not worth less
than those of a few commoners now for
the sake of mere civilians you seek to
end my life moreover as a necromancer I
thrive amidst the corpses of the
deceased what is wrong with my actions
you accuse me of disregarding life yet
do you not do the same from that moment
I understood should he acquire the power
to change the world it would undoubtedly
become a nightmare I had never taught
him the principles of humanity I
recognized this as my dereliction of
Duty the fault lay not with him I was
merely evading responsibility evading
myself indeed I could no longer confront
my present self gazing at him was akin
to gazing at my own reflection he was
mimicking me a fact I had always known I
in that moment it felt as though a veil
had been torn away I must kill him not
solely for the sake of this world but
for my own sake as well I took his life
with my own hands once I had regarded
teaching this child as a form of
self-redemption yet now within my Hollow
soul I bore yet another scar why is this
so what is it that I lack why have I
become this way that is my deepest
regret I often pondered whether had I
taught him the ways of humanity the
outcome would have been entirely
different that it was all my fault why
must he bear the burden if only I could
be granted another chance no please
grant me one more opportunity too whom
am I pleading ha I know not the
remaining events are but dimly
remembered I dug my own grave leaving
behind a corpse within that was my
former self which I entred within the
grave perhaps I awaited the arrival of
someone to mend my past regrets or
perhaps I merely wish to completely
forget this chapter of memory how I
truly felt I could not say I only know
that many years later a group of grave
diggers Unearthed that grave from their
lips I heard the name Zula Doo the child
did not perish should I kill him once
more no that is enough that it is
sufficient I dispatched the grav diggers
burying the sight once again pretending
as though I had never heard that name
chapter 489 another Meteor Falls the
primordial technique of the nine Heavens
heaven will a massive surge of deathly
energy enveloped a skeletal arm reaching
Skyward its sharp fingertips mingling