( Three years ago, his grandma sent him away to study dark magic and along the way, he'd discovered he didn't have the talent for it. God, even a random orphan had more talent than him and he'd had the Hermit herself rattling dark magic at him for as long as he could remember. So that was it. He didn't have the talent for dark magic and he wasn't an Elimine priest. There was only anima magic, which he discovered he had a knack for but he could already hear his grandma's nags.

Anima was the most common magic of them all! Anyone with even half talent could learn anima magic! It was inferior to dark magic in every way.

But... his mother was a sage? His mother was a talented sage and his father admired her skill despite it being anima magic. In fact, he seemed to have a respect for it. He took after his mother and his father was okay with it. He could almost be happy. Almost if it weren't for... )

You know how grandma is. We didn't talk about it. ( Because you were both dead. ) Anima magic isn't worth her time.

( Yeah. )

She'll probably throw me off the mountain the next time I see her.