“Since you currently have no tasks to entrust to Gerard, when you eventually think of something, you can use this coin to find Gerard in Kalinsiya. Wherever there’s a magician, Gerard will know you’ve decided on a third matter.”
After dropping this statement, Gerard stepped back, spread his hands, and suddenly vanished into thin air, leaving Naily stunned for a moment.
At this time, someone grabbed Naily’s hand.
Carl had awakened.
“Sorry for saying something strange.” The youth’s voice was somewhat hoarse. He rarely revealed the emotions deep within his heart, appearing bewildered and at a loss. He slowly and hesitantly chose his words: “When I woke up, I couldn’t remember anything. The sage said I was an apprentice of the Sage’s Tower, severely injured in a magical accident.”
Karl seemed to let out a light laugh: “I only know I want to seek revenge in the demon’s lair, but I have no idea why or for whom, whether the enemy is the Demon King.”
Naily involuntarily turned around, staring blankly at him.
Karl gazed back, his eyelashes the same color as his hair, with light spots falling into his deep red eyes, unable to blend into his cold gaze.
It seemed that everything in the world, like these golden light spots, could not enter the magician’s eyes. What he looked at, what he was obsessed with, was the distant, ethereal grudge.
“But I don’t care if I can have my revenge,” he said, his tone no longer weak but indifferent, “I just want to know who I really am.”
He wanted to meet Naily’s gaze, seeking confirmation or obstruction in her eyes.
Naily struggled, hastily averting her eyes, but eventually met his gaze.
“That’s all,” Karl repeated softly, but the seeking in his eyes had disappeared.
After opening his heart for the first time, Karl showed no further expression, appearing uninterested in Naily’s reaction. He silently lowered his eyes, then turned sideways to face the campfire, saying nothing more.
Naily was unsettled by his sudden confession, staring blankly into the firelight.
For a moment, she was almost certain that the person lying by the fire was Karlsas. This strong intuition had appeared when she first saw him, resurfacing now and bringing her a pleasure so intense it was almost painful.
