The Clouds Part, and the Sun Shines Through (Continued)

Perhaps it simply had not burned enough. Burn some more memories, and perhaps its power could be raised to new heights.

He held his sword in one hand and pulled a ledger from his robes.

These dim memories recorded every little detail of his time at St. Freya Academy. For example, a certain Theresa who wished to remain anonymous often ate without paying, while a certain Kaslana secretly copied his homework. Everything was recorded in these ledgers.

He gently opened it.

It was all in his own handwriting, carrying the rigor of a bookkeeper, yet also resembling the ramblings of a chef, filled with boundless resentment toward those who dined and dashed.

They were all ugly memories.

Yet now, they somehow felt a little warm. How strange.

Zhao Bai gently tore out a page.

[XX/XX/XX, Principal Theresa once again drank a cup of my freshly squeezed bitter melon juice for free. I'll put this on her tab for now...]

The burning paper danced before his eyes like a butterfly.

He tore another page from the ledger.

The writing on it was somewhat blurred. Zhao Bai did not know what exactly it said. Those dim memories had already been burned away completely; there was not a trace of gloom left in his recollections, only beauty remained.

Burn.

Dance amidst the ashes.

Burning pages circled around him as they flew, ashes drifting down. The entire ledger had been torn clean, and he casually tossed away the remaining cover. It fell into the deepest reaches of the Sea of Quanta. Even the act of keeping accounts was forgotten by him. At this point, the barrier should have shattered out of courtesy, yet things did not go as he wished. It still stood stubbornly. Though on the verge of collapse, it