"He is the clue?"
At this moment, Green was like a ghost, walking in the world of ordinary people but incapable of making any changes.
Or... conversely, these scenes were ghostly silhouettes, and Green was just an ordinary person with no abilities, unable to affect them.
Yet, at this very moment, as the pale-skinned boy gradually materialized more clearly, Green inexplicably felt an exceptionally absurd sensation.
He really disliked him!
This was a revulsion from the bottom of his heart, without any cause, as if it were instinctual. This aversion had escalated to a level of hatred.
As for why this absurd aversion and hatred existed, Green did not know; he couldn't understand. Was it the influence of some twisted rule?
The pale-skinned boy looked about sixteen or seventeen, not tall, with delicate skin and a pair of eyes filled with wisdom yet timid. As a wizard who had lived countless years, Green instantly discerned the boy's feeling of inferiority.
