The True Beginning of Ishruna's Adventure in the World in the Painting

The scuffle was only temporary. Olga Marie and Sakura knew their limits and had not truly hurt each other; at worst, they were left looking a little disheveled. But considering they had more important matters to attend to, they quickly stopped fighting.

"By the way, Senior Kischurche, do you have the Remnant Fire?"

Olga Marie straightened her clothes and spoke calmly.

"Remnant Fire? Do you mean this?"

Kischurche held out his palm. Orange-red flames spilled from his body and gathered above his hand, burning silently as they gave off gentle light and warmth.

"It truly is a wondrous power. Though the magical energy it contains is not especially strong, it leans more toward order and laws, expounding the truths behind the construction of the world."

He carefully sensed the Remnant Fire in his hand, falling into brief thought.

"And it seems something is calling to me, somewhere to the north. Do you know what that might be?"

Olga Marie and the others shook their heads. This was their first encounter with the Remnant Fire as well.

"Wait, perhaps someone can help."

"Could Gale and Michael be speaking well of me behind my back?"

According to the law of conservation of happiness, since he was feeling pleased, someone else was bound to become unlucky. He could only hope it was not some disciple who had been praising him behind his back. When he had first come to this world, Gray had helped him and told him much of what one needed to know to survive here. Otherwise, even if he had left that ancient castle, he would probably have been swallowed by the blizzard or a pack of wolves.

Although they had not spent much time together—indeed, they had only met a few times—he could be certain that the girl before