It felt safe and comfortable.
Like being held by Madam Mary when he was little...
Huh?
Cypher suddenly regained a bit of consciousness, and his scattered will quickly gathered together.
What is this...?
Everything before his eyes was white. Apart from the body formed by his own consciousness, even beneath his feet was a white void.
Here, time, space, direction, and everything else were meaningless.
Perhaps it had been an instant. Perhaps a day.
Only then did Cypher's memories unfold before his consciousness.
Against the white backdrop, a projection of Cypher himself, previously on guard, went through the motions of suddenly lowering his guard.
A fragment of memory surfaced.
He also understood where this was.
This was the source of his magic power—more precisely, the second source of magic power granted to him by his Magical Creatures bloodline.
This imagined body of his was the source of his magic power as a wizard.
But why had his consciousness appeared here?
Right, where had he passed out? He felt a little unwell, as though part of his brain had been dug out.
Cypher troubledly patted his head.
It was an instinct carved into his bloodline. The traditional repair method worked. (As long as something was broken, giving it a pat would probably fix it. Think old CRT televisions.)
At last, he recalled his final memory before losing consciousness.
Ah!
He had been saved by a girl. If he had guessed correctly, that girl who resembled a red rose was Iris Ganototos.
And judging by her attitude, his relationship with her was anything but ordinary.
But they had never met before, had they?
Could it be that he had lost a portion of his memories?
If so, Ganototos being close to him and playing pranks on him made sense.
He only needed