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"Do you know about Efsa?" Agema asked, her honey-colored eyes glimmering with curiosity.

"Yes, I know a lot about him," Arlon answered without hesitation.

June, on the other hand, shook her head. "I know his name, but that's about it."

Agema nodded. "Well, why don't you tell her what you know, Arlon? That way, I can continue from there."

Arlon hesitated for a brief moment before recounting what he knew about Efsa.

He told June about his dream, carefully avoiding any mention that he had seen the events firsthand.

Neither of them questioned how he knew so much, and he wasn't about to explain.

"So, he sent the king away," Arlon concluded. "That's all I know."

Agema hummed in thought. "That's a good stopping point. I remember Silk. She was a good girl."

Arlon frowned. "What do you mean, 'remember'? That was a thousand years ago."

Before he could react, a dirt ball smacked him on the forehead.

He flinched, rubbing his head. He hadn't even seen the magic coming.

June stifled a laugh while Agema smirked. "Let me tell you the rest of the story. You were already close to the ending anyway."

She crossed her arms and exhaled. "Back then, I was fifteen, and the war was at its worst. Out of the seventeen races, only thirteen remained.

Every other day, another race faced annihilation. But it was war—pity didn't mean much. Survival was all that mattered."

Arlon and June listened closely, their focus sharpening. Then, when Agema spoke again, they were caught off guard.

"Our, Maguses' greatest warriors at the time were Charon and Birna."

Arlon's grip tightened. Charon was a name he never thought would appear in this part of history.

The man who had given him a level, the one whose existence now seemed cursed—had once been a hero of the war?

But neither he nor June wanted to stop the story for now.

Agema continued, "They were the strongest warriors of our time. Their combined attacks could annihilate entire war zones, and thanks to them, we won nearly every battle."

Arlon narrowed his eyes. "Then how did things go so wrong?"

Agema sighed. "Unfortunately, Maguses weren't the strongest race back then. Humans were. And that was only because of one man—Efsa."

She paused for a moment before continuing, her expression darkening. "The Kri Folk had the biggest advantage, though.

Since they lived among all races, they would survive no matter who won.

One of them saw Efsa's battle and spread the news among his people. Soon, everyone learned of him. And just like that, the war's direction changed."

June listened intently. "How did it change?"

"Humans became the next target for extinction. The other races turned against them, fearing Efsa's power, even though he wasn't human himself.

They fought back, but humans relied on their numbers rather than their strength. So, when the entire world turned against them… they didn't last long."

A heavy silence filled the air.

"In the end, only a handful of humans remained, scattered across Trion. But Charon didn't want to risk it. He went around killing any remaining humans. And his last victim's name was… Silk."

June's eyes widened. "What?! But how? Efsa wouldn't have let her be killed. Also… was Charon really that kind of person?"

Agema gave her a knowing look. "Oh? So you know about Charon too?"

Arlon clenched his fists. "That doesn't make sense. Efsa wouldn't let that happen."

Agema sighed. "It turns out, after a few years, their story turned into something else. Silk and Efsa got married."

Arlon's breath caught. "They were married?"

"Yes," Agema confirmed. "At first, Efsa continued to stay out of the war.
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But Silk was human, and even though she told him she was fine, she was actually sad that her race had been wiped out.

In the end, Efsa decided to intervene—to help the remaining humans survive. But… that gave Charon the chance to kill her."

Arlon's jaw tightened. "And when Efsa found out?"

"The war ended instantly," Agema said flatly. "He had the power to dominate everyone, so he did. Four more races were erased from the surface of Trion.

Charon and Birna tried to stop him, and I was there too. But believe me, no one could stop him."

June swallowed hard. "Then… what happened?"

Agema smiled grimly. "Someone else came to stop him."

Arlon's brows furrowed. "Huh? Wasn't he the strongest? Who could stop him?"

Agema's expression softened. "No one on Trion could. But the newcomer came from somewhere else. It was Kalmer."

Arlon couldn't believe what he heard. "Kalmer?!"

Agema nodded. "He descended after seeing the carnage. Normally, he wouldn't interfere, but Efsa was different.

Efsa could already ascend, but he hadn't—because of Silk. When he interfered with Trion's war, Kalmer felt he had to step in.

But, Kalmer also wasn't strong enough... All he could do was stop him. Efsa could have ascended and destroyed everything, but instead, Kalmer made him an offer.

He cursed Charon. Now, Charon doesn't have a level. He's stuck at the level he was before, unable to grow stronger.

But he also won't die, since he's beyond that existence level."

Agema looked at Arlon. "That is like an eternal torture for a hero. But Charon believed he deserved it."

Arlon took a deep breath, trying to process everything. "I see…"

Agema's tone lightened. "That's all about Efsa. After that, he ascended, and the world changed. Now, it's time for my story."

She grinned. "Not that there's much to say, but I was considered the best magician of all time.

Even Efsa admitted I was better than him. Of course, I was—it's me we're talking about."

Arlon sighed. He was about to roll his eyes but stopped, not wanting to get hit with another dirt ball.

"I wanted a cute disciple, so I left behind that book you have."

Arlon suddenly remembered something. "Wait a second. I received your magic vessels. How can you still be a magician?"

Agema smirked. "Ah, Trion hasn't discovered it yet, huh? Do you know how other classes use mana?"

June tilted her head. "We learned a bit about it in the academy. I think people are researching it."

"Ah, finally!" Agema said excitedly. "Well, I don't need magic vessels. I have something much better, but it's too early for you to understand."

She stretched. "Anyway, I left behind a few bodies just in case I needed them. This one was for meeting you.

But they'll self-destruct with the ship. This isn't really me—it's a fragment of my soul that will return soon."

Arlon frowned. "Wait. How much time do you have?"

Agema sighed. "One hour."

Arlon groaned. "That's not even close to being enough."

Agema sighed, rubbing her temples as if frustrated with herself. "Well, I know I didn't do a great job with this," she admitted. "But I'll do my best with the time I have."

Arlon crossed his arms. "Wait. How much time would you normally need to train me properly?"

Agema gave him a knowing smile. "Huh? There's no end to learning, so ideally… forever." She waved a hand dismissively. "Ah, but I'll spare you the philosophy. Six months would be enough. I can already tell—you're talented."