1 1. Awakening with strange memories

The young man staring at the ceiling with his eyes open could not understand what was going on. That was the last time he caught himself staring at the ceiling like that. He was sure he had fallen asleep after that, but wasn't sure how he would find himself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling afterwards.

Lifting his head and looking around, the youth grimaced at the pain in his head. He felt that his brain was turning to dough as memories in his head played over and over again in his mind.

The boy's name was Ron. His father's name is Aydes, his mother's name is Hanrime. The young man was sure that he was at the so-called Ban Art Sorcerer school. The architecture of the school was in the old European style and it had an attractive structure.

The wide window sill greeted him with the chirping of birds. He moved himself to the window seat. When he looked down, he saw young sorceresses running after their teacher, like pups chasing after a mother duck.

He couldn't help but have a grin on his face. That's how he used to be, or that's what his memories told him. He was absolutely certain that he was some sort of immigrant. Because he could clearly deduce the things, he saw in his blurry memory from the fact that they weren't here right now.

This young man, named Ron, was the son of a tailor from the central part of Novigrad. It was only at the age of seven that the chaos energy awakened in his body and began to affect her. At that time, one of his fingers was bent and he was teased by his childhood friends.

Afterwards, a small mole appeared on his face on the right corner of his lips. He was lucky that the customer to whom he took an ordered outfit was the famous lady mistress Philippa Eilhart. She had solved his awkwardness in one glance. "Would you like to be a sorcerer, little boy?" still ringing in his ears. He could hear her words.

His family's reluctance also ended with a single speech. He still wasn't sure if he was casting a spell on them. When she told his family, they were vehemently opposed, but when Philippa Eilhart said it, they turned into a berry-eaten nightingale. Though she had told him to wait outside while he still didn't quite know what she was saying.

He was only eight years old when he found herself at the Ban Art sorcerer school on the borders of Keadwen.

He received a very good education with 12 years of extensive knowledge teaching and enough luck to be selected by Master Marcellus.

Now he had his last two days at this school. The year was 1220, and it was during this period that he was asked to write his master's thesis in Pyromancy.

His thesis was the components that emerged as a result of temperature differences.

For Ron Aydesson, this topic was extremely easy with his new memories. Because his subject included heat transfer and its derivatives, and he had heard it very well in another school in the memories of the old company.

A pattern in his mind was slowly starting to show itself. He remembered this pattern, the knowledge library that was each student's unique friend. It was a kind of artificial intelligence responsible for photographically implanting and archiving information.

As he began to categorize the thoughts in his head, he divided them into three categories: Memories, Spells, and Research.

He left the window and looked at his research thesis, which had become a pamphlet. When he read the content, he discovered that it was quite incomplete, but learned that there was also information that surprised him.

It was discovered that elemental particles were converted into particles by attracting their opposite particles. Another thing that surprised him was that this simple principle of heat exchange was literally split into two complete pieces of paper.

He stretched out his hands towards the unfamiliar quill. He then remembered that he had been taught magic for this and began to control the pen with the help of a simple word of ancient tongue.

He filled in all the missing parts again and again. He remembered that this entire research paper would first be sent to Master Marcellus, and then, if it passed, it would be discussed with the arrogant sorceresses from Aretuza during the alumni meeting. He loosened his clenched fingers. He scanned his room with his eyes, and after discovering it was suitable, he revealed a fireball in his hands.

He began to admire the ball, this spell continued to fascinate him from the moment it arrived until the last moment. Perhaps it was his belief in the sacred fire. Although he wasn't sure, this fire burning in the air was very eye-catching. He shrunk the ball and made it float in the air. He then turned it into a tiny sparrow and made it flap its wings as if it were flying.

At that time, its beauty grew even more in his mind. From the memories in his mind, he gave confirmation once again why he wanted to specialize in this subject.

Leaving his room, wearing a matching doublet and a trendy hat, Ron set out for a tour of the area.

Still not expelled from school and waiting to graduate like him, he witnessed his feverish hustle and bustle. He watched the food fly away from the dining room. Finding a table that suited him, he sipped a sweet cider down his throat.

"Hey Ron! So, your research is starting to bear fruit. The last time I saw you was last spring. I thought you were dead because you locked yourself in your room all this time."

He looked at the young man who had called out to him and hadn't given him a chance to speak yet. It was Vigar Holgersson, who had accompanied him with two other people whose names he couldn't remember.

He knew from his memories that he was the overly playful type. Thanks to his broad background, he had managed to avoid the consequences of these pranks. Once, in their seventh year, they tried to give it a try, but they had turned it into a feast with the alcohol they poured from outside. At that time, Ron, who left early with little alcohol, heard the fanfare they had in the city afterwards.

"Yes, I have made great progress. I think it's all set, I'm looking forward to seeing the puzzled looks on those witches' faces about it."

His speech was somewhat cold, and he disliked Vigar Holgersson in the least. He stared coldly at this Skellige youth who was about to lead him to the end of the rope.

"Well, I'd rather have eyes filled with delight than those witches' astonished looks. They say they all come in as extremely ugly and come out as a beauty."

A horny smile appeared on his freckled face. His fiery red hair adorned with black fluttered. Both of his friends laughed with delight.

"What are you going to do when you graduate from here, Ron? You must have received an offer from a king already, right?"

Taking a quick glance at his memories, Ron remembered that it wasn't. The reason was that he had paid most of the school's allowance and promised that the rest would be paid by him. With that promise, the school had not recommended him to a king, it was great to be a royal adviser, but the more he heard the stories about those stupid kings, the more he was disgusted with them.

"I didn't think of serving those idiots. Really Vigar, what do you have and what don't you have? What will you do?"

Vigar paused for a moment. He had expressions of surprise and then disdain on his face.

"Who said we serve fools?" We serve money printing machines. We make good money by saying some nice words to them and doing some magic. Who wouldn't want that? As for me, I will apprentice Tadrus Hen Lohsa. Then beautiful women will compete to be with me."

With a slight smile, Ron stood up. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and smiled, "I remember Master Marcellus summoning me. Sorry guys, I won't be able to chat with you any longer."

"Yes, yes, go to Master Marcellus. Nobody dares to piss him off, I don't understand how you can still stand him. That old man must have pierced you a thousand times by now."

"You see, I'm still alive."

Making a slight reference with his hands, Ron gave a mocking smile and left. He hadn't actually called himself, and he wasn't going to for at least two days. When he asked him to present his thesis, they were sure to meet, he couldn't even ask himself questions, which was not a problem for Ron. He didn't like being too close to people anyway.

A small apprentice passed by. At this time, he noticed that the boy had a shy demeanor similar to his. He just smiled and wondered how his family was doing now.

They were sending letters, of course. He remembered that he had a younger sister and that her name was "Hansel". He hadn't even seen her once, wondering what kind of person he was.

He didn't rush to go under a king mainly for that reason alone. With only 2,200 Cron to pay, he was sure he could stay with his family and pay it off with a little magic and alchemy. Of course, he would need more funds for research, but; research could wait a year or two.

Heading back to his room, Ron was distracted from his thoughts. He praised the beauty of the air once again. He had a world of magic in his mind that still had to be tried, and they would keep piling up constantly.

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