Star Language Manor, garden.
"Whoosh!~"
The cold night wind swept through the garden, rustling the flowers and grass. In the vast garden, Lynch was the only one standing there, his figure lonely and bleak.
Sitting on the edge of a flower bed, Lynch took out a leather pouch, faced the direction of the Tulip Domain, and poured the wine inside onto the ground.
"Farewell." His voice carried a trace of a sigh.
This was a day he had known would come eventually, yet when it did, he couldn't help but feel a certain sadness.
Another person he considered close was gone.
"Wizard Lynch."
At that moment, an elderly voice sounded as a man in formal attire approached.
Lynch turned around and bowed, saying, "Wizard Ron... Oh, no, Mentor."
The arriving Wizard Ron had once sought Avery, hoping to take Lynch as his apprentice before Lynch had officially advanced, as cultivating apprentices could earn Wizards significant rewards if the apprentice successfully advanced.
