"He's a clue?"
At this moment, Grimm was like a specter walking in the world of mortals, but he couldn't do anything about it.
Or perhaps … these scenes were the specters of specters, and Grimm was just an ordinary person without any abilities, unable to affect them.
However, at this moment, as the white-skinned little boy gradually materialized and became clearer, Grimm somehow had a feeling of absurdity.
He hated him!
This was a disgust that came from the bottom of his heart. There was no reason for it, as if it was an instinct. This disgust had even risen to the level of hatred.
As for the reason for this absurd disgust and hatred, Grimm didn't know, nor could he understand. Could it be the influence of some distorted laws?
This white-skinned boy was about sixteen or seventeen years old. He wasn't tall, and his skin was very smooth. He had a pair of intelligent yet timid eyes. As a Magus who had lived for countless years, Grimm could instantly tell that the boy was feeling inferior.
Seeing the boy's feelings of inferiority, the hatred in Grimm's heart became even more obvious, to the point that it was on the verge of exploding. This was something that Grimm, who had always judged things rationally, couldn't imagine.
What was wrong with him?
Closing and opening his eyes, Grimm controlled his emotions, not allowing anything to affect him. He watched everything calmly from the perspective of a bystander, waiting for the clue to the Page of Destiny that Antonio had left here.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, Grimm discovered something strange.
Everything in the room, including the scenery outside the room, seemed to be in a building with four to five floors. Looking over, everything seemed to be covered by a thin layer of gauze, and could not be seen clearly.
Apart from the boy's clothes and the pen in his hand, everything was illusory. He could sense that it wasn't real.
However, there was one thing that was clear. It was the piece of paper that the boy's pen was halfway through.
"Hiss … This is … the Page of Destiny? Antonio actually placed the Page of Destiny in an illusion! "
Grimm happily reached out to take the Page of Destiny, but strangely, he passed through it and didn't get anything. It was all just an illusion.
"What do you mean?"
At this moment, Grimm noticed a change in the atmosphere in the room. He didn't know if it had anything to do with him, because everyone, including all the students, was looking at him!
No, he wasn't looking at himself.
Grimm noticed that they were looking at the materialized little boy. Some of them covered their mouths and laughed, some of them continued reading but turned their heads to look at the little boy, some of them pretended to be engrossed in reading the book.
They were just a group of 16 or 17 years old kids, at the age of innocence, enjoying the good times, having inexhaustible energy, and filled with the infinite unknown. Just like Grimm during his apprenticeship, every day was happy and fulfilling.
The world was so big that it was enough for a person to spend a lifetime imagining its beauty.
At this time, Grimm noticed that a tall man was standing behind him unknowingly. He was looking at the handwriting of the little boy who was engrossed in writing the Page of Destiny. Although Grimm couldn't see the man's face clearly, he felt an incomparable majesty!
Grimm had this feeling before. It was when Norris looked at him during his apprenticeship.
Norris looked at him with eager eyes and had high expectations for him. Because of this, some trivial mistakes would be magnified infinitely in the eyes of Norris, who was concerned about him, and he would demand more from him.
It was also because of this that Grimm would go from fear to dependence, and finally to gratitude. Will inheritance.
Fortunately, Grimm was very strict with himself, so he didn't have the experience of being scolded by Norris.
At this time, the boy was the only one who was writing the Page of Destiny while the other students were reading enthusiastically. He was completely unaware of the gloomy and angry teacher behind him.
What was going to happen?
Dong! Dong! Dong!
All of a sudden, the teacher knocked on the boy's desk. The boy who was writing the Page of Destiny was so scared that he quickly put away his pen. He turned around and saw his teacher standing up. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. His lips trembled, and the inferiority complex in his eyes became more serious.
Grimm noticed that the boy was desperately trying to put away the Page of Destiny, but the teacher stopped him with a gloomy face. The boy couldn't grab it, and the teacher finally put it away.
The teacher said something in a low and cold voice. Although Grimm didn't understand the language, he could roughly guess that it meant something like "follow me."
The boy was terrified and desperate. He seemed to be earnestly hoping for something, begging for something, but he couldn't say it.
The little boy sat at the back of the room with his head lowered as he silently followed his mentor. Grimm's brows furrowed. Why did Antonio arrange such an illusion in the deepest part of the Dimensional Gap in Little Myna's belly?
Now that Little Eight couldn't sense the situation here, Grimm couldn't ask even if he wanted to.
Slowly, the tall teacher came to a stop. Glenn could feel the little boy's fear. In the end, the teacher stopped beside a girl who was pretending to read from a book.
Grimm couldn't see the girl's face clearly, but he could faintly feel that she should be very beautiful. Contrary to his hatred for the boy, Grimm naturally had a good impression of this girl.
The teacher said something in a low voice. The girl didn't understand, but she also stood up and followed the teacher and the boy out of the lecture hall.
"Hehehe …"
"Hahaha …"
Grimm stood in front of the door and looked at the cheerful children after the teacher, the boy, and the girl left. They seemed to already know why the teachers had called them away. They were all discussing animatedly, not looking like they were studying. It was a far cry from the Black Isotta Academy where Grimm was in the Sorcerer World.
Frowning, Grimm didn't delay any longer and walked to the room that the teacher had just led the boy and the girl into.
"Woo … woo … woo …"
As soon as he entered the door, Grimm saw the furious teacher scolding him in a low voice. The girl was crying helplessly, and the boy's face was pale. He did not know what to do, and could only stare blankly at his teacher with a face full of pleading.
The teacher's disappointed look reminded Grimm of how he had begged Norris to save Lafite. It was obviously a wrong decision and an act that violated the Holy Tower of Seven Rings. Norris also knew this, but he still agreed to Grimm's rescue and gave the necessary help.
Because of this, when Grimm was advancing into a Stigmata Sorcerer, he didn't have any Ordeal restrictions and directly condensed a Stigmata Soul.
At this time, the teacher's approach was very likely to be the opposite of Norris's.
The teacher looked at the little boy with heartache, but he chose to give the Page of Destiny in his hand to the girl. The girl cried and tore the Page of Destiny into pieces, threw it away, and ran out of the room crying, leaving only the little boy who fell into endless inferiority, hesitation, and despair.
Hmm?!
Under Grimm's gaze, everything began to dissipate and degenerate into the light of wisdom. Everything was disappearing, returning to the unknown darkness. However, the Page of Destiny, which seemed to be filled with endless paper scrolls and runes of the law of the world, was left behind!
This Page of Destiny seemed to be condensed from the light of wisdom, but Grimm knew that in fact, it had always been there.
"Antonio, what message do you want to tell the future? You're deliberately using this kind of time letter to pass it on. "
Grimm picked up the Page of Destiny and murmured in a low voice.
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