The streets and buildings typical of Vlaghju's North District were filled with inns, bars, and supply shops—the first place that welcomes anyone who has just entered the city.

  The city wall gate that acts as a boundary was slightly visible although very far away. More than about a dozen horse-drawn carriages filled with goods or people passed back and forth, foreign faces everywhere. This calm atmosphere is one of the things offered by this city.

  Many wizards, explorers, hunters, merchants, and sometimes other human races stay for weeks. The tranquility and peace in this era can also be created thanks to the help of the order of wizard knights.

  “Rest easy we are almost there.” Obsidian walked leading me, not fast and also not slow.

  My shadow on the road was increasingly fading indicating that night time would soon arrive. I should go back home now, but for some reason my feet did not want to stop.

  We had passed various roads, until arriving at the outskirts of the north district a bit far from the crowd earlier. High and thick walls were seen towering very high.

  We entered deeper into narrow alleys, until Obsidian stopped. Right when a house was seen, as we came out of the alley. That house was a bit different, moss slightly covered its stone walls.

  It looked old... maybe before I was born this house had already stood.

  “We arrived, that is my house.” Obsidian approached her house, until opening her house door which turned out to be unlocked.

  Obsidian entered first, then she stood from inside holding the edge of the door which was already half open.

  “What is it,” she said.

  My feet stepped inside. Again this repeated, suddenly feeling it my feet trembled. The sound of shoes stepping on the path, although almost falling because of losing focus. Now I am inside her house.

  The atmosphere of someone else's house always feels different, this is similar to when coming to the Sevilla house. But, actually I could have refused and gone home immediately. Wouldn't that be a better choice.

  The door closed and the whole house immediately went dark. Only a little blue light illuminated through the glass window.

  The light had started to darken, the sun must have set.

  My eyes scanned the darkness of this house. My head could imagine Obsidian stepping in the darkness. Air mixed with the thin smell of wooden boards was smelled.

  A yellowish glow appeared from the darkness, a lantern with a small burning wick. Weakly illuminating the whole room.

  In front of me, a table with four chairs was seen in the middle of this room. My head turned to my left side seeing a bed attached to the wall, and a door toward another room was exactly where my body was facing.

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  “Sorry only this is available as lighting.” Obsidian shifted one of the chairs, then started to sit at that table.

  Her face faced that lantern as if thinking about something. It felt like seeing her, alone at that table and with this darkness.

  Lonely.

  Obsidian turned toward me gently. “What are you doing there,” she said.

  As if called my body walked to that table and started to sit on one of the chairs on the opposite side from her.

  “Do you live alone here, sister Obsidian?” I said with a normal tone, not getting smaller or larger.

  After hearing it suddenly her index finger moved to the side of her face. “Wait a moment, I will bring water for you.” Obsidian rose toward the door in the middle.

  While she disappeared into the other room, my eyes observed the surroundings. The walls of this house had cracks everywhere, the bed also looked already curved. All her properties were clean although maybe dust was not clearly visible with light limited to this.

  But my eyes were most fixed on a black dress, displayed on the wall, with a clothes hanger and a nail in the wall. That dress looked a bit dirty at the bottom part, a red color that had faded and mixed with the fabric was clearly visible.

  That dress must be important to her, but why did Obsidian let that dress be dirty... why not wash it or something like that.

  “Sorry to keep you waiting.” Obsidian appeared carrying a teapot in her right hand and two glasses in her left hand.

  The floor creaked, the chair swayed, and the table vibrated slowly. Obsidian returned to her chair.

  The teapot tilted into the glass, water poured slowly with a gurgling sound. The glass was filled, Obsidian's hand slid it toward the table on my side then Obsidian started filling the other glass.

  “Your body—”

  “Wait a moment,” I interrupted spontaneously.

  Since the beginning this question was going around in my head, this has become unbearable.

  “Obsidian, h-how do you know my name and are you blind?”

  “Very impolite... I hope Regina taught you manners when asking,” replied Obsidian, her face did not show that displeasure but, her way of speaking did.

  “Alright... the first question I cannot answer.” Obsidian raised her glass level with her mouth.

  Seeing her, for some reason I also started to do the same thing.

  “But for the second question—.” Obsidian gulped that glass of water, interrupting her own words.

  That water flowed fresh in my throat, slowly the sound of gulping in front of me started to disappear.

  “I am not blind my eyes can still see clearly through here.” Her left hand started to feel the side of her eye covered by the black cloth.

  So that is how it is, maybe Obsidian has a strange disease so she must wear that to cover her eyes.

  “So, wearing a cloth like this has... looked strange for people of today. If so sunglasses seem better,”

  Obsidian seemed to think, I considered her strange because of that.

  My glass was put back slowly on top of the table.

  “Alright back to the conversation earlier— Sinhart your soul is currently performing a merging,”

  Merging... soul... what is she talking about.

  “Have you ever felt mood swings suddenly,”

  “Never,” I feel I have never experienced something like that.

  At least, in my opinion it never happened.

  “So that is it... what about the feeling when you wake up but, cannot remember previous events,”

  “I feel like no,” I also felt like such a thing never happened to me or it— once happened.

  “So that is how it is, that is good news. It means Anima energy disturbance has not happened to you.”

  Anima energy disturbance, is that some kind of disease.

  Her dimple lines were slightly visible then Obsidian moved from her chair and switched to the empty chair beside me.

  “But not for long surely it will happen, and fortunately I met you,” Obsidian's voice was right beside me.

  But I feel she is not lying. Sometimes I cannot feel fear wait— now I realize it. Is this what Obsidian is trying to convey to me, is something like this normal.

  All this time my body was afraid, trembling, sweating, irregular breathing.

  “Well a few days ago, I also found someone exactly the same as you. Although he is not a human wizard but I feel he will awaken his Anima energy.” Obsidian's hand entered the gaps of that black cloth and pulled it slowly upward.

  Glowing pupils that shine like fertility and balance. My eyes felt calm when seeing them and my mind slowly felt like sinking into them.

  “With these eyes I can see more clearly the core of human soul Anima energy,” said Obsidian.

  Suddenly it feels like wanting to rest my head then take a rest. My eyes are heavy very heavy, cannot anymore— hold it.

  Sinhart's head slowly began to fall although calmly Obsidian's palm caught it. Sinhart's body was lifted in the air, hanging like clothes. Obsidian's fingers gripped Sinhart's shirt collar.

  Only with her hand the boy's body was moved, to the bed located nearby. The jolts that Sinhart felt did not even open his eyes.

  Green light coming out of Obsidian's eyes collided with the warm light of the lantern. What did Obsidian actually want, and for some reason after all that— finally Obsidian smiled clearly.

  “It's too late...,”