The next day had arrived, and Raze was surprised to see that Sabrina had cooked some food for the two of them. The place was a mess with cupboard doors left open and plates mismanaged, but it went down to not being able to find something.
"It's strange, right?" Sabrina said as she placed her hair behind her ear, her cheeks blushing slightly red. "I know that I was probably the one that organized everything, where the plates go and the glasses, yet I still couldn't guess where I would put them."
Sabrina was right, she had organized everything, maybe some people didn't know themselves as well as they thought.
Walking over, Raze sat down and ate the food in front of him. "You didn't have to do this, I don't want you to force yourself into doing anything for my sake."
"Can you stop being stupid," Sabrina said. "You think I was doing this because I feel sorry for you. I always do what I want and not what others tell me, and if you have really been with me so long, then you would know that as well."
Raze had no argument against her; it was always hard for him to win a war of words with Sabrina, which maybe was what made him fall for her in the first place.
Even when picking the type of clothes to wear at the tailor shop, Raze wanted to go for the cheapest thing he could get. After learning about his profession, she had forced him to buy what she thought suited him for the type of job he had.
After then, he practically made up multiple excuses to come in and see her in the tailor shop every day. Sabrina had caught on to what he was trying to do, and she was the one that bit the bullet and asked him out.
Getting up from his seat, he opened the door and looked back at her. "Remember what I said, stay in here for the time being, we'll get your memories back."
Leaving the door, Raze had another thought in his mind. 'All this time, you have been the one protecting me, shielding me, bringing me up. I was the type who didn't like to do things that they didn't want to do. I'm sure you forced yourself to smile when you didn't feel like it, just to cheer me up. It's time that I do things I don't want to do for your sake as well.'
Raze was taking the sky train; he had been on his phone sending messages back and forth for a while. His hands were tense, his heart was racing.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})[Next stop, Central Mage Academy]
It was just past the morning, so there weren't many on the sky train. As the students would have gotten to the academy bright in the morning for their lessons.
When he got off the stop, the long wide pathway to the school gate was in front of him, and a man in a long blazer that touched the floor, with round glasses on his face was standing in front of him.
"Ibarin… you're here," Raze said as he walked forward but stopped, not getting too close and just looking at him.
"It's good to see you… and see that you're well," Ibarin commented.
Raze was biting his tongue; there was so much he wanted to say and ask. Why did he lie back in the courtroom, was it him that had set him up? Did the position mean so much to him?
If he had just asked, told Raze that he truly wanted to be principal then he would have happily given it to him, the person who he called friend.
"I think it's best if we talk inside, in your office," Raze asked.
"I can't do that, Raze, you know I can't," Ibarin said. "If the students see you, and the parents get wind that I let you in the academy, then I could lose my position, I could lose everything."
"Please," Raze asked, clenching both of his hands. "I don't even care what happened… I'm asking as a favor, the two of us used to be work colleagues, I saw you as a friend. I'm not asking for much, but I'm just asking for an hour in the academy at most, and I will be on my way."
Ibarin didn't answer straight away as he was thinking about it, but eventually gave his answer.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})"I'm sorry, I can help you with other things, but I can't let you take a step in this academy, you are banished from this place," Ibarin answered and turned around.
The moment he did, the air sliced right by the side of his face. His long dangling hair he could see threads of it cut and falling to the floor.
"I have to go into the academy; there is something that I need. I was asking nicely for old times' sake, but if you are refusing me, then I will fight!" Raze stated.
Ibarin turned around. "You want to fight… you, the pacifist Raze will fight?"
Lifting up his hands, Raze was already casting a large amount of his wind magic, and his mana was spewing out of his body.
"Do you think you could win?" Raze asked. "Because, I have nothing to lose!"
The look in Raze's eyes, it was scaring Ibarin. Could he really win against Raze? During his time at the academy, he lost out to him in every aspect. Raze's knowledge was undisputed when it came to magic.
At that point, Ibarin realized as he could feel his hands trembling he was scared of Raze. The whole time, although Raze was quiet, kept to himself and was a peaceful person, there was this underlying fear.
Raze wasn't the type of person that aimed for power or fame. He didn't care even when he had reached the 8th star. Something only few mages could reach, but what if that changed?
What if Raze was determined like others, what would happen then?
"Very well, you can come in, but bear in mind I will remember this, if anyone sees us, I will say that you forced me."
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})Raze didn't care as the two of them went in. The more time the two spent with each other, the more Raze feared he would lash out at Ibarin and perhaps start a real fight.
He wasn't here for a fight though, he was here for something else. After talking to Ibarin he had informed him he wanted to go to the major library. The two had gone to Ibarin's office, after he had handed him a set of magic keys.
This allowed him to open the door to the main library. "When I leave, I'll place the keys back in your office, and you'll never know I was here."
"I hope I don't see you again," Ibarin said.
"The same for me," Raze mumbled to himself as the door closed.
Searching the library, it didn't take long for Raze to find what he was looking for. He had worked at the central academy for a number of years, so he knew what he wanted and he found the spell he needed in question.
'With this, Sabrina will be able to get her memory back, although I am worried about what we might discover.'
With the book found Raze was ready to leave, but before he did, he passed a certain red door in the central library.
'That's where all the prohibited books are kept. The Central Mage Academy is also a place where history is kept, the good and the bad. In there, there would also be some books about Dark Magic as well, right?'
Raze found himself drawn to the red door, right now he had the keys to go inside. Before he wouldn't have dared to look the books behind the door unless he had a purpose.
Ever since he had heard those kids talking about Dark Magic, he had it on his mind for a while.
Before he knew it the key was in the door and with a turn, the door flung open. A room filled with all sorts of different books.
Heading inside, it didn't take long for him to find the books related to Dark Magic. There weren't many, around five books or so, and some of them just looked like scribblings on a scroll rather than anything official.
"These are just for research purposes, it's not like I'm actually going to learn Dark Magic," Raze thought as he took everything there.
