It was so expansive that even the students were unable to grasp the full scale.
Most freshmen only ever remembered their classrooms. Beyond that, only a select few knew more about the school layout.
However, it became different by their second year. Whether by random discovery or by word of mouth from their seniors, they would typically find several hidden locations.
This was also when friend groups would usually form their own hang-out âroutesâ.
Then, by their third year, the students became familiar enough with the school to discover and traverse shortcuts as well as the alleyways. It was the time they would be able to comfortably navigate around the campus regardless of where they were.
Contrary to their third year, they were required to spend more time on their practicums outside of the Academy starting from their fourth year. Thus, it could be said that the third-years were the ones who knew the Academy campus the best.
Leto and I were third-year students. Despite not actively exploring the campus, we were still familiar with some of the hidden locations within the entangled âAlleywaysâ.
The center of the academy was clustered with various buildings, creating tight and narrow spaces between the structures. The resulting web of roads was dubbed the Alleyways.
Rumor had it that a club had even hidden its doors somewhere within that web, but I wasnât particularly interested.
There was only ever one reason for Leto and me to visit the Alleyways.
It was the place where we could talk in private.
And today was no different.
I leaned against the damp, smelly wall and stared at Leto.
Leto was carefully scrutinizing me, and before long, he nodded in satisfaction.
âGood. Youâre the Ian I know.â
I shook my head with a wry smile.
âWell, would there be another Ian besides me?â
âThere is.â
It was a response loaded with various implications. Speechless, my mouth closed up as I looked at Leto, signaling him to elaborate.
He shrugged and continued.
âFirst of all, you said you lost your memory.â
âYeah, I did.â
âYou were possessed.â
Silence settled upon us as I couldnât come up with a response.
Inwardly, I was expecting some kind of twist, but Leto was so certain that he most likely had reliable evidence.
In the first place, that âIanâ used skills I had never learned, and it was only my wild imagination that entertained the possibility of him being an alternate personality.
I stared at Leto, demanding further explanation. He clicked his tongue as if telling me not to rush.
âTo be more exact, you were temporarily possessed by your future self.â
ââŠâŠIs that even possible?â
âWell, itâs not impossible considering youâre receiving letters from the future.â
Then, Leto lowered his voice.
âStill, itâs not that simple. Listen carefully.â
And so began Letoâs story.
It started a few days earlier when he and âIâ had run into each other.
**
Leto was drinking tea that day as well. It was a tea known to clear the mind â a drink that most Magic Department students couldnât live without, chugging at least one per day.
The students of the magic department suffered daily migraines from sleep deprivation and chronic fatigue. It was to the point that if they didnât forcefully revitalize their brains, they wouldnât be able to keep up with their studies.
It was then that Leto noticed a man while he was stumbling around with lifeless eyes.
Possessing pitch black hair and golden eyes, the man was the very image of a nobleman. Yet, there were plenty of rumors that he would become a vicious beast when holding a hatchet.
It was his best friend, Ian Percus.
Leto immediately raised his hand in greeting.
âHey, look who it is, Sir Ian Percus, Champion of the Hunt. I hope youâre prepared for your practiâŠâŠ.â
At that moment, when faced with his friendâs golden eyes, Letoâs mouth involuntarily closed before he could finish his sentence.
Those golden eyes were so full of pain and exhaustion, one would think he was already dead.
Leto immediately recognized those eyes.
ââŠâŠHello, Leto.â
But it wasnât until he heard his dry voice that Leto was certain.
It was the same guy from last time.
Back then, heâd been puzzled, but after hearing Ianâs testimony, he knew that his friend wasnât in his normal state of mind.
Leto pondered for a moment.
He contemplated whether he should just ignore the man. If it really was a possession, there was no telling what the soul occupying Ianâs body might do.
However, it was also foolish to provoke it unnecessarily. After all, hadnât he beaten Yurdinaâs bastard to a pulp last time?
Several possibilities raced through Letoâs brilliant mind before he decided on his course of action.
âHey, Ian. By the way, did you hear?â
ââŠâŠWhat?â
A mysterious smile floated on Letoâs face when he saw the manâs weary gaze focus on him.
âYou still havenât heard? Tsk. As usual, youâre behind the times. Follow me for a second.â
âNo, Iâm not really interes-â
Regardless of what the man was saying, Leto dragged him away, determined to have a conversation with him. There was initially a slight resistance, but eventually, the man gave up with a sigh before following along.
They arrived at an alleyway.
Leto finally asked the man what he had wanted to all this time.
ââŠâŠWho are you?â
The manâs golden eyes bore into Letoâs, but Leto discovered that there was no emotion to be found within those eyes.
Even so, this was Letoâs best course of action.
Outing him in public might have caused the possessor to act out, but here, they were alone.
Even if Leto found out the manâs true identity, the privacy left room for negotiations to keep it a secret. Although the possibility of the man going rampant still existed, Leto determined that the probability of it happening was low enough.
The current âIanâ had managed to get through each day for the past week, indicating that his rationality still took precedence over his instincts.
And considering the cost to possess a body, it was unlikely for the man to give up his plans just because a single person had found out his identity.
However, these were all still just speculation. For that reason, Letoâs hands shook while drenched in cold sweat.
Leto thought of the scroll he had prepared in case of an emergency for when things went awry.
Each scroll was worth hundreds of gold, but Leto thought it couldnât be helped since it was for his friend.
Nervous, Leto waited for the manâs response with bated breath.
Finally, the man sighed before answering.
ââŠâŠItâs me, Ian Percus.â
âThatâs bullshit.â
Leto responded coldly, his green eyes alight with malice.
âIan doesnât walk with such a steady gait, his steps are lighter. Not to mention, Ian is so interested in rumors that he constantly nags me about them. Does it make sense that he would suddenly lose all interest in them?â
The man fell silent, remaining calm even under Letoâs piercing glare.
Sighing for the second time, he spoke.
âI really am Ian Percus, though I may not be the Ian you know.â
This was a clue. No, it was practically a confession.
By saying he wasnât the âIanâ Leto knew, he was implying that he was somehow different.
Letoâs eyes grew sharper.
âWhat kind of nonsense is it?â
âThen ask me anything you want if youâre so suspicious.â
The manâs voice was even with no undulations.
With a frown, Leto immediately began his interrogation.
.
âHow old was Celine when she peed herself in her sleep?â
âTwelve, though Celine would never admit it.â
âWhy did I break up with Ariel during our sophomore year?â
âI caught you flirting with her sister in a bar, though she was too embarrassed to spread the word.â
âAnd the total money I lost gambling when I first started?â
âProbably around two hundred gold? You told me you lost two yearsâ worth of pocket money.â
Leto nervously wet his lips.
He was definitely Ian. It was impossible for others to know about the memories they shared as best friends.
As confusion flashed through Letoâs eyes, the man spoke again.
âI told you, Iâm Ian Percus. Just⊠from a little further outâŠ..â
ââŠâŠAre you from the future?â
It was a question he asked on a whim. However, the man simply stared at him in silence.
Leto felt goosebumps as the silence confirmed his suspicions.
A while ago, he would have written it off as nonsense, but recently, Ian had mentioned receiving a letter from the future.
If so, it also wasnât impossible that the future Ian was possessing him. From a magicianâs perspective, this whole phenomenon was miraculous and something he could devote his life to studying.
Letoâs breath turned ragged, momentarily unable to speak.
He could feel his heart pounding from coming face-to-face with a great miracle.
A shaky voice escaped his mouth.
âYo-you bastard! Even if youâre from the future, you still stole my friendâs body!â