The day passed in a flurry of activity, and it was not until evening that all the guests had been sent away. Abel had met people from all walks of life across the Holy Continent that day.
He asked several close friends whether they wanted to become wizards, but the answer left him deeply surprised.
Because of their relationship with him, these friends all led excellent lives. Almost none of them wanted to leave the mundane world and become wizards.
Although wizards were powerful and mysterious, becoming one meant isolating oneself from the mundane world. That was something none of them could accept.
Most of them now lived happy lives, with families and clans of their own. None of them wanted to abandon everything to become lonely wizards.
After Abel's deeds became legends across the Holy Continent, most people came to understand the profession of wizard. The more they learned about it, the more they understood what being a wizard truly meant.
Years, decades, or even centuries of cultivation—batch after batch of wizards fell before the threshold of advancement, and only a few succeeded in going further.
For that slim hope, wizards abandoned their pasts, their families, and their friends.
Abel smiled bitterly as he looked at the Life Water in his hand. Before returning, he had worried that he would not have enough of it, but in fact, only one portion had been used—and that had been for Duke Marshall.
Only Duke Marshall, who desired nothing, would not care about power or status. In his eyes, as long as he did not leave Hari Castle, anything he did was fine.
He shook his head and put away the Life Water. Although it had not been useful this time, it could still be used in the future if a descendant