Abigail's expression went blank for a moment.
Fontana...
Egbert Fontana, Headmaster of Ilvermorny.
She had joined the Scourers when she was young, her heart filled with irreconcilable hatred and resentment, determined to kill every wizard in the world!
But when she was eleven, she herself received an invitation from Ilvermorny.
Abigail stubbornly intended to refuse, but her mentor persuaded her to accept.
"Sera, you need to enter their world, learn their knowledge, master their magic... become one of the best among them."
Her mentor stared into her eyes and said in a low voice:
"Only then can you gain the power to restrain them and find their most fatal weaknesses!"
"This isn't betrayal, Sera. It is the highest form of sacrifice and revenge!"
"You must also bring the wizards' knowledge back to us, so that future children won't have to be like you... like you, suppressing their nature, enduring hatred and loathing, humiliating themselves to please the enemy..."
"I'm sorry, Sera. I hate that I'm not a wizard. Otherwise, I truly wish I could bear this pain in your place."
She was persuaded. The tears in her eyes were replaced by an icy resolve. She packed her luggage and followed the professor who had come for her toward the school she hated.
At Ilvermorny, Sera had not actually been close to Headmaster Fontana, nor had she ever fit in with her classmates.
Because every minute of spare time, Sera Abigail was busy copying the library's collection, sending many spells she barely understood herself back to the Scourers' base.
Yet she could still clearly feel that life at boarding school was far better than she had imagined. Those peaceful, leisurely days filled with laughter were an exceptionally precious gem amid her clouded memories.
Once, Abigail was sitting alone in a corner,