The Former Fiancée

The golden light of the afternoon sun that was shining down on Arias’ body made him look more regal. If this was back when Arias was just a Powerless, his image would be of nothing but a useless young man, pitifully bathing in the light of the sun. But right now, he was no longer that Arias. He was a strong mage who stood on top of other young mages in Bernier City. Girls were looking at him with infatuation. People were watching him with both admiration and envy. Though adept mages were not considered to be that strong in Bernier City, Arias was only sixteen years old. There was no telling how strong he could become in the future. Perhaps, he might even be able to become a mage who was stronger than Duke Coven.

No matter how many years had gone by, the rules that had been set in stone still persisted in this world. People all admired and feared the strong, while the weak were nothing more than weeds to be overlooked and stepped on. Arias understood this very well.