Chapitre 61: PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

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"Today is finally the day when I regain my freedom and cursed I would be if I fail to stop your oppression." The little boy lashed out and while yelling, pointed a curved wooden sword fit for his small 12-year delicate body characteristics. A swift wind continuously flew in between the twisted and curly gaps of the dense trees growing and tracing an almost complete circle around them. Most probably this open area with little to no grass in contrast to the intense overgrowth as observed in the forest, was in no way an ordinary occurrence. Consequently it used to be a magical hotspot where monsters could grow and easily absorb magical energy, but for now that had been quelled.