White Magic differs from Holy Magic.


    Healing wounds and buffs.


    Although it has the basic ability to be strong against the undead and bestow beneficial effects on allies, White Magic, unlike Holy Magic, boasts exceptional efficiency inbat against opponents.


    The divine power stems from a god''s love for humans, hence it''s almost ineffective inbat, but White Magic is not so constrained.


    Celestial Magic.


    The name alone makes one feel chosen, a magic that Ruin stumbles upon in an old library in thetter part of the novel.


    After losing to Hans.


    After the death of his master, the Tower Master.


    At a time when he was mentally overwhelmed, he miraculously acquired this magic.Ruin''s secret technique.


    The foundation of Ruin''s nickname as the White me Magician in thetter part of the novel.


    Growing mentally.


    Learning patience over anger.


    After many failures, he attained this power at the moment when he blossomed.


    That was one of the fortunes Ruin was destined to acquire.


    The current Ruin was very different from his depiction in the novel. Perhaps because this was the early to mid part of the story, he was much younger andcking.


    The Ruin in thetter part of the novel was different.


    The Ruin in the novel, a charming secondary male lead, though not to my taste, was remembered for his respectable actions.


    In the novel, Ruin was somewhat colder, a majestic presence in front of Yuria.


    Cool yet decadent, confident in his talent without being a bully.


    And his temperament wasn''t as foul as it is now. Of course, the Ruin I remember appears in the middle to thetter part of the novel.


    In the early parts of the novel, Ruin didn''t have much of a role.


    Specifically, his importance increased after the uing kidnapping incident involving Yuria.


    From then on, he seemed to have matured, or at least, presented a different feeling from the current Ruin.


    Somewhat serious, with a foul temper, but like a docilemb when Yuria asked him to endure.


    Maybe my arrival caused Ruin to be considerably unsettled.


    Ruin''s rivalry with thedy wasn''t detailed much in the novel.


    There was mention of a rivalry, but I don''t recall him getting angry or bristling at the sight of thedy like now.


    Maybe it was because the novel only showed snippets, but the Ruin I know from the novel seems a bit different from the current Ruin.


    Growing deficiencies.


    Quick to anger.


    Childish behavior.


    Of course, this might be because these stories weren''t covered in the novel, or perhaps they''re perceived differently from Yuria''s perspective.


    Michail too.


    To my eyes, they seemed like children caught up in their deficiencies, but in the novel, their characters were portrayed as resolute and impressive.


    I guess it''s a matter of perspective.


    "That''s why it''s a problem to meddle too much. I should have just let it be."


    I tried not to disturb the storyline, but it''s slightly regrettable that things haven''t gone as nned.


    And about the ranking tournament… I have no words for how harsh I was to Ruin.


    At that time, being at the academy excited me too much. It felt thrilling to legally p the protagonist I''d only read about in novels.


    -Thrilling…!


    -Stop…!


    -This is the best…!


    -Stop hitting me, you crazy bastard!


    -Is this possession…?!


    -It hurts! You dog!


    I admit, I went too far.


    Laughing to myself, I pulled out a dust-covered book from the mansion''s basement bookshelf.


    In a space known only to thedy and me, the flickeringntern light illuminated the dark basement where no one else was permitted entry.


    Holding thentern, I inspected the book I''d taken out.


    "Is this the one…? Ah, it is."


    Covered in dust, with a cover made of monster hide, this unremarkable book, seeming to contain trivial content, was hiding its presence underyers of dust.


    "I never thought I''d use this book."


    Ancient Grimoire:


    [Infinite Dance of Light]


    A fortuitous event from the novel that propelled Ruin to be a grand magician, setting him apart from other magicians.


    I never thought I''d use the book I had stolen just in case.


    Essentially, grimoires contain knowledge of magic and the unique spells of the grimoire itself.


    Learning from someone is a good method, but the knowledge and understanding passed down by magicians who have long departed this world through their grimoires are too significant to ignore. Even a grimoire containing basic spells like Firestorm boasts a high price.


    Especially ancient grimoires are astronomically valuable, priceless in mary terms.


    Standing before such a grimoire, I found myself deep in thought. Should I use this grimoire?


    I took it out thinking I''d rather keep it than give it to Ruin, but I wonder if I can truly harness its efficiency.


    Besides, stealing a secret manual or weapon from Michail is one thing, but for someone like me with no talent in magic, using it might not be beneficial.


    This grimoire vanishes once a sessor appears, making it a tricky entity.


    "Ah… What a dilemma."


    Fundamentally, Ick talent in magic.


    I''vee to objectively realize Ick the talent for calcting forms and visualizing them.


    That''s why I joined the swordsmanship department, not the magic faculty, and why I shed with Michail.


    I''ve tried learning many fortunes and magics, but s… I couldn''t grasp the feeling and gave up on learning magic.


    It was for the best.


    Even without magic, mastering a sword alone could achieve unparalleled feats, and it would be useful in unforeseen battles with heretics.


    After all, in one-on-onebat, a sword is stronger than magic.


    Here I am, deeply contemting learning magic.


    It''s too precious to give to others.


    And too bitter to hand over to Ruin.


    Bing stronger is great, but perhaps it''s better to pass it to someone who can use it more efficiently.


    The potential storyline issues from the grimoire''s subtext could be resolved simply by my childhood actions against the heretics.


    If Ruin can''t resolve it,


    It''s not a problem with the fortuitous event but ack of effort on his part.


    Hans, of course.


    A grimoire taken by a heretic.


    Most of the viins who would grow into great evilster were either killed or their fates altered by me in their childhood.


    If problems arise, I''ll step in. No need to overthink.


    Unable to reach a decision, I pondered until thentern''s wick nearly burnt out.


    Wishing for someone smart and trustworthy…


    After some time,


    The day''s start was heralded by a loud rm overhead.


    -Air raid siren!!!!!


    I smiled.


    ‘Found one.''


    A fool.


    Hates studying but possesses unmatched magical talent.


    And even if betrayed, a person who could joyfully ept it.


    Olivia.


    With thedy in mind, I ascended the stairs, thinking of her lying in bed.


    *


    "Lady."


    Thedy, lying in bed, rolled over and looked at me.


    "Hmm."


    "A gift for you."


    "Huh?"


    Looking at the dark brown rectangr object, thedy twitched her eyebrows, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and smiled, spreading her hands wide.


    "Chocte!"


    "No, it''s not."


    "Eh…"


    At the firm denial, thedy lost interest and looked away from the ancient tome. If it''s not chocte, it''s only natural for her to dismiss it as irrelevant in her life.


    This one book possessed the value to construct a chocte pce.


    Thedy sighed deeply, expressing her minor wish to me.


    "I thought it was a huge chocte and got excited."


    "This is even better."


    "Ricardo, you''re too much. Nothing is better than chocte in this world."


    "…"


    Thedy spoke to me decisively.


    "I don''t need it, give me something else."


    I looked at her with a meaningful smile.


    "It''s an incredible gift."


    Losing interest at the mention it wasn''t edible, thedy waved her hand dismissively, urging me away with a rxed demeanor.


    "Books are boring."


    "This one is very interesting."


    "Even more than the books you gave me before?"


    Thedy referred to my personal collection she peruses every night. How did she know to ask such an adept question?


    Feeling guilty, I remained silent.


    "It''s not that. It''s a grimoire."


    "A grimoire?"


    Thedy''s interest piqued, but soon she turned away towards the window with a dejected expression.


    Seems she didn''t want to talk.


    "I can''t even use magic."


    "Wouldn''t it be interesting to look at?"


    "What''s the fun in looking at something I can''t use?"


    Thedy huffed and pulled the nket over her head, clearly sulking.


    A magician who lost her magic.


    Despite possessing unparalleled talent, the fact that thedy couldn''t use magic must have brought her immense emptiness and shock.


    But personally, I hoped she would read the grimoire.


    Just in case.


    Maybe this grimoire could find a clue to restore thedy''s lost magic, creating such a miracle.


    I don''t know much about its abilities myself.


    The novel''s description was just one line: "Gained wisdom along with a white light."


    What abilities it possesses, without having read it myself, I cannot say.


    So, with a glimmer of hope, I offered the grimoire.


    "I won''t look."


    Thedy''s whim brought an end to the matter.