That same morning.
Outside Room 2016 of the Hat Trick Hotel at 22 Hope Road, Cherwood Borough.
A figure silently took shape. It was a woman with slightly curly brown hair and a faintly languid expression-Fors, the Magician.
After receiving a letter from her teacher, Lorian, she had come straight through the walls.
Fors raised her hand and knocked on the door with her knuckles in the agreed rhythm.
A moment later.
The door opened, revealing a broad-shouldered gentleman with thick arms.
Dorian Gray Abraham glanced left and right with great speed, then stepped aside to let his student in.
"I truly never expected you to become a Scribe so quickly."
After closing the door, Dorian turned around and sighed with emotion.
In the past, Fors might have felt a little proud.
But when she thought of how Mr. Chariot and Mr. World of the Tarot Club advanced as swiftly as a speeding steam train, she could not feel proud at all.
Although she had taken only about a year to advance from Sequence 9 to Sequence 6, which was already remarkably fast compared with many Beyonders.
Those two gentlemen in the Tarot Club were already demigods, and they had not taken much time either.
Shaking her head, Fors said modestly, "It's all thanks to your guidance, Teacher."
This was not flattery.
It was the truth.
She had indeed received a great deal of help from Dorian: knowledge, money, formulas, ingredients, and more.
Without that support, even knowing the Acting Method would not have allowed her to reach this level within a year.
Dorian chuckled, then continued.
"Next, your goal is Sequence 5, Traveler, but I have even greater expectations for you. I hope you can acquire divinity and become a Sequence 4 Secrets Sorcerer.
"Of course, I also have