On the outskirts of the Empire Capital Palosia, Royal Pamir Academy.
Sitting at a writing desk made of Dragon Breath Wood, Anvis leisurely read through a thick Magic Book in his hand. Wearing white gloves, his slender fingers would occasionally turn a page, creating a faint rustling sound.
The morning's white sunlight scattered through the vines outside the window, illuminating the yellowed pages between his fingers. A fragrant cup of red tea sat at the side of the desk, with pale blue rosebuds blooming within it, appearing exceptionally delicate and inviting under the sunlight.
If one ignored the restless dark yellow eyeball on the cover of the thick book in the boy's hands, and the furniture around him starting to stir due to the suppressive effect of overwhelming Magic Power, then the scene would seem rather peaceful.
