195 The child with no blessed name

Faustina stared at her timetable. She scanned for a specific day, a point in time, and finally, the subject along with her classroom number.

She was five minutes away from being late!

"I—uh—um! Goodbye!" Faustina waved her hand at Ezekiel as she immediately retraced her steps to the maze.

Ezekiel, who was taken aback and was left without even a word, stared at the spectacle.

Faustina was gone in an instant.

He sighed; but then he had chuckled after.

"She could've just waited and I would have offered her the magic-free teleportation I created..." Ezekiel murmured as he stares at the sky.

"Now then... why don't you come out there?"

A boy, who was hidden behind the acacia's thick trunk, slowly got out like a sprouting sapling. His amethyst eyes were big and bright, and his silver hair was so similar to Ezekiel's. The only difference is that Ezekiel was older—but other than that, they looked pretty much the same.