The teacher was a young man who looked around twenty years old, his face a perfect blend of handsome and cute.
He stood at the front of a grand classroom, a man whose grace and composure made him seem far older than his years.
"Prince, are you telling the truth? Will we really get a spell created by you if we sense mana?" a young boy, his voice filled with an infectious enthusiasm, asked, his eyes wide with hope.
"First of all, I am your teacher here, not the prince," the teacher said with a gentle smile. "And yes, as your teacher, if I promise something, I will fulfill that promise." The teacher was none other than Light, the half-elf prodigy, and the successor to the throne of the Cosmic Empire.
It had been around 50 years since he had met with the Demigod of knowledge, Isiah, and still, he had no idea about his true path.
Though he was now 66 years old, for a talent like him, who was already at S-Grade when he was 30, age was just a number.
