Why Learn Dark Magic If You Don't Crave Harm?

Anton's conversation with Pedro had not only let him feel the grandeur of Time Magic, but also the wonder of Fate Magic.

Time and fate were two entirely different fields of magic.

Yet in actual experience, they overlapped in strange and wonderful ways.

And in life, nothing was more interesting than encountering such strange and marvelous things, enriching one's whole existence. Anton liked this, rather than living a bland, meaningless life shuttling between a rented apartment and the office every day.

He was quite grateful for everything Pedro had brought him.

And grateful for everything he had encountered along the path of magic.

What delighted him even more was that he had already set out on his own magical path. It was not about toying with fate, not about toying with time, not about toying with people's hearts, nor was it Voldemort's self-absorption that left no room in his eyes for anyone else. He had found his own path.

Even if he did not yet know how to describe that path simply.

He cared about his true self, but he also cared about the world. He revered fate, yet often struggled against it. He did not fear the power of time, nor did he enjoy manipulating people's hearts.

He was more...

Free-spirited.

Magic was the power of the mind, and he moved forward in accordance with his heart's desires.

Perhaps that was precisely why the Eye Magic used to observe the world had advanced into the 'Lake of the Mind,' allowing the entire Wizarding World to be reflected in his heart.

At that moment, it was as if he and the world had become one.

He would no longer have the loneliness he had felt in his previous life—*though I am in this world, I cannot find my place within