Happy Moment

Grimm was in a closed, depressing room with beads of sweat dripping from his face.

"Damn it. The Tryout is tomorrow, but I still need three days to figure out the Fire Blast sorcery. Three days! Do I have to work on it during the Tryout?"

Grimm gripped his temples as he yelled. He had never behaved this crazy for a very long time.

He let a breath out and tried to control his emotions.

Eventually, Grimm sighed. "Forget it. One night won't make a difference. I'd better go to the gathering hosted by the Death Sail League. My friends will be there…of course except for Chris…"

He felt an abrupt sense of loss. It wasn't completely derived from the death of Chris. Another part of the reason was the prospect of him becoming a sorcerer in the Tryout and the wisdom that came with it. When the day came, he would use his mental strength to make him live much, much longer than normal students, but his friends…if they couldn't manage to become one…