"Was he the clue?"
At this moment, Green was like a wandering ghost walking through the world of ordinary people, yet unable to change anything.
Or perhaps... the other way around. These scenes were ghostly phantoms, while Green was merely an ordinary man without any power, incapable of influencing them.
Yet now, as this white-skinned little boy gradually became solid and clear, Green inexplicably felt something utterly absurd.
He hated him!
It was loathing from the depths of his heart, without any reason, as though it were simply his instinct. This disgust had even risen to the level of hatred.
As for why he felt such absurd loathing and hatred, Green did not know and could not understand. Could it have been the influence of some twisted rule?
The white-skinned boy looked sixteen or seventeen. He was not tall, his skin delicate, and his eyes intelligent yet timid. As a wizard who had lived through countless years, Green identified the boy's inferiority complex almost instantly.
For some reason, seeing the boy's inferiority made the disgust and hatred in Green's heart even more apparent, to the point where it was nearly about to erupt. For Green, who had always judged things through reason, this was unimaginable.
What was wrong with him?
Closing his eyes and opening them again, Green reined in his emotions and no longer allowed anything to affect him. He merely watched everything calmly from the perspective of an observer, waiting for the clue Antonio had left here regarding the Fate Page.
"Hmm!?"
Suddenly, Green discovered something unusual.
Everything in the room, including the scene outside, suggested that this room was on the fourth or fifth floor of a building. Looking out, everything seemed veiled by a thin gauze, indistinct and unclear.
Aside from the little boy, even the