Magician

A night without any starlight.

The lone moon shone in the sky like a giant jade dish, acting as the only noticeable object in this dark night.

Several palm-sized shadows swiftly leaped through the sky. Even when they moved directly under the bright moon, there was only faint black mist visible, along with eerie giggles.

Inside the Golden Cross Academy of Medicine in Water Grasse, Leonrick stayed with his daughter.

The count's attention was suddenly distracted by the sound of the rustling leaves outside the window. He somehow felt great uneasiness growing in his mind.

He thought he saw something brushing past the window at great speed, but on careful observation, nothing could be seen. Leonrick kept watching the window and didn't register anything else apart from the swaying tree branches.

He rubbed his temple. Maybe Thuru's words stressed his mind too much?

It totally should… It was a great wizard they were talking about.