One has the right to chase after desires, just as dreams deserve to be cradled in one's arms.
Turning to the first page of the mentor's diary, Anna saw this line.
Different from the very last diary she found, the mentor of this period seemed to have boundless energy and optimism.
With every page turned, the mentor's joy and anticipation were visible to the naked eye, his first batch of apprentices were growing, and he was like a farmer, awaiting the harvest, unaware of what he would face, and even less aware that his very first experiment nearly plunged him into an irreversible disaster.
The Goddess of Fate truly is a cruel deity.
Anna perused the diary until the final few pages, where she saw streaks of blood, read the words written in red, saw the mentor's despair, and came across that sentence.
Flesh is weak, and I am powerless, unable to even defeat a wolf. When my apprentices fell, I could not even save their souls... What can I do to save this world?
