She was expressionless as usual, with a cold complexion and darkened eyes.

Sylvia.

Looking at the still young Sylvia, I imagined Sylvia in the distant future. This child was a key Named in this world, a talent that could become an Archmage who would lead the continent. I didnt know who would be first between Epherene and Sylvia, but the future was certain to some extent.

Long time no see.

Sylvia said nothing, standing still there like a doll. I slowly rose. At that moment, mana surged all over Sylvias body, manifesting into a sharp aura filled with murderous intent.

Dont come.

Sylvia spoke. I paused for a moment. We remained still in that place where the glowing tree served as the only source of light as she lost herself in thought. I had a lot of things I wanted to ask Sylvia, like how she came here and why, but I didnt intend on questioning it.