Wanda and Pietro stayed behind. Rimuru had been away for so long that this was a good chance to look around Kamar-Taj.
As Rimuru wandered around his newbie village, he unexpectedly ran into someone he hadn't anticipated.
A composed, cultured figure with the air of a devout practitioner walked slowly toward him from the far end of the corridor.
The man wore clean, simple robes of practice. He was handsome, with clear, innocent eyes and a brow full of reverence and enthusiasm for magic. His whole presence was gentle and peaceful, without a trace of hostility or obsession.
Looking at that familiar face, wasn't this Uncle Hannibal, who was so good with people?
That was right. It was Kaecilius, who had yet to experience betrayal or fall into darkness, and who still devoted himself to following the Ancient One and studying magic.
At this point, he was not yet the rebellious sorcerer who would later become consumed by obsession, betray the Ancient One, and crave dark eternity.
He was still just a gifted, diligent, and focused apprentice of Kamar-Taj.
Kaecilius stopped and looked at the unfamiliar child who had suddenly appeared. His gaze was calm, carrying a practitioner's politeness and aloofness.
"Your Excellency, this is Kamar-Taj, a sacred place of practice. Visitors may not enter uninvited. May I ask what brings you here from afar?"
Rimuru looked over the cultured, middle-aged sorcerer before him and raised an eyebrow.
Well, I'll be damned. I came to Kamar-Taj to find the Ancient One, and I ran into a future big villain first.
He wasn't here when the Ancient One caught me right after I transmigrated. I haven't been around for a while, and now he's come to Kamar-Taj too?
"Uh, it's nothing. I'm also a disciple of Kamar-Taj. I went away for