"Do you think that child will be able to fulfill his wish someday?" After watching the Magic Flying Carpet disappear into the distance, Saine suddenly asked Fatty Baus beside him.
Baus had heard the little boy's question as well. Faced with Saine's words, he did not know how to answer for a moment.
As he too watched that Magic Flying Carpet recede into the distance, Baus seemed to return to more than a hundred years ago.
Back then, he had been about the same age as that little boy. After testing positive for talent in learning magic, he had left his parents behind and gone to a great city for further study.
The long, distant journey that required a floating ship was clearly not something little apprentice-level youngsters could traverse at will.
Not to mention that the cumbersome, heavy academy assignments and pressures of life were enough to completely cut these youngsters, who had plunged headfirst into the world of magic, off from the mundane world.
Baus remembered himself. He had gone to study at the Imperial Public Magic Academy from a young age, but it was not until he was in his thirties, after advancing to Intermediate Magic Apprentice, that he stopped by home after completing a long-distance academy assignment.
At the time, Baus's parents were already over fifty, utterly different from how he remembered them in childhood.
Even toward his so-called younger brothers and sisters, and even his nephews and nieces, Baus found it difficult to develop much intimacy.
After all, they had not seen each other for decades. For Magicians determined to explore Truth, the familial bonds of blood were not so searingly unforgettable.
After leaving his family a large sum of money and two extremely low-grade magical trinkets, Baus set off from home once more.
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