My mother, who left Zenâs house after urging me to wake up, grabbed my hand and led me to the inn located at the most outskirts of the village.
The room, where the chilly winds invaded the gap between the window frames, was so cold.
Cold enough that even I, who was good at enduring, had curled into myself.
There was enough wood to light a fire, but Mother, who was very sensitive and on her guard, did not allow the fireplace to be lit.
I could hear someone running with hurried steps toward me. Me, who was trembling from the cold on top of the hard bed.
And soon, a desperate knocking sounded on the door.
A familiar voice called me.
The one who stopped me from reaching out my hand to open the door was Mom.
With a cold face, she glared at the door as though she were estimating something.
I became uneasy hearing the teary call.
Looking at me stamping my feet with anxiety, she heaved a sigh.
âAlright. If you really want to let that child in, promise me youâll listen to me.â
There was a hint of a troubled and annoyed expression upon Momâs face as she caressed my head.
She didnât want to open the door, but eventually surrendered at my persistence.
After nodding hard, I quickly opened the door.
Zenâs fists, which were knocking the door, were scraped raw and bloody.
With a wrecked appearance, he grasped my arms.
âMarianne, my familyââ
The voice asking for help was tremendously earnest and desperate.
I fiddled with my fingers because of the uneasiness as if I returned back to the memory that I forcefully pulled up.
Back then, I was only a little kid who could do nothing.
âI couldnât help him.â
Before I opened the door, Mom entreated me to âlisten to her wellâ.
I couldnât help Zen only to put her in danger.
Zen, who managed to escape from the place where his family was killed, was exhausted. We hid him and quickly left the village.
âThe best we could do was escape together.â
It wasnât only Zenâs family.
All of that area, the entire village where the dispatched people stayed in, disappeared without leaving a trace.
The only people who survived were Mom and me, who quickly left the village, as well as Zen.
âAfter losing all of his family, Zen suffered from mana shock for a while . . . And as youâve seen, unlike other people, he can return to normal after experiencing such a shock.â
In addition, there was no phenomenon in which his mana was depleted.
It was a very unordinary thing that could have him dissected by those with power.
I didnât know why he had such a special physical constitution.
Whether it was always Zenâs ability, or whether something made Zen become so strange.
âBecause there were people who even erased the trace of that village, I thought it would be dangerous if the fact that Zen hailed from that village were to be exposed.â
On top of that, Mom, who took a risk to bring him out of the village, also entreated me.
While we were looking for a place to entrust him, there was a mage who recognized his value.
âFortunately, we were lucky to meet someone who wanted to hide Zen.â
Although it was under the condition that he would examine Zenâs condition in detail and record it, he promised to take responsibility for Zenâs safety through the âManaâs oathâ.
Thankfully, as the magic tower was an institution that stood alone in this empire, he couldnât be reached by others.
In addition, even the mages inside the magic tower couldnât touch Zen.
Because there was no one who was foolish enough to touch the one under the protection of the Master of the Magic Tower.
He lived in hiding for a long time in such a way.
Jeremy, who had been listening to me, asked carefully.
âBut, why is that person suicidally visiting the academy?â
âPerhaps because Iâm too slow and heâs worried that I canât keep our promise.â
It wasnât Zenâs choice to leave the village.
Because it was me who pressed Mom to leave as if escaping while that kid lost his consciousness for a moment.
Zen didnât say anything regarding my unilateral decision, but it hurted me that I even preferred if he loathed me.
âI asked him to find out why their traces must be erased even though his family couldnât return alive. At least to find out the reason, and the one responsible for their deaths.â
It was a baseless thought.
If the force behind it couldnât even be controlled by the academyâs dean, then what could we do?
However, that promise was the goal that supported Zen.
Also, the reason why the factor that threatened Zen must disappear . . .
âOnly then Zen can be exposed to the world.â
I kicked the innocent floor with my feet as I said that.
Perhaps Zen was already tired.
Of living in hiding for such a long time.
Of hiding his name and living as someone who didnât exist.
Even though he was clearly alive, there were only five people in this world who could call Zenâs real name.
Today made me realize that Zen was a different person from me, and that I couldnât know everything about him.
I unconsciously grumbled.
âItâd be good if I could read his mind.â
At the same time, I also understood him.
However, it would have been better if he had told me if it was difficult for him.
Thatâs what I felt sad about.