" The time will come for the past of the future to converge.
And those which you always deny, surely shall emerge.
Wheel of the world will be put to rest,
Slaves of avarice will beg and confess,

'I have seen enough'

Sapiens deserve no more of the mother earth
For what good of a faith that has been spitted to dirt.

Thus, every corner of the sky will hear
The echoes of their trembling fear
Seven billion tears and seven billion cries
But not He who had severed the ties

For He heard nothing but seven billion lies "

Those are the lines of the last speech of Yars, The First Messenger. The chase for the Voice of The Dawn will always be a quest for every soul that live within Aerdrin. In a world where might and magic spins the universe, how will destiny reveal its lessons?

Aerdrin: The Lost Heir of The Sky

" My magic is quite for entertainment purpose, rather than bashing people to their knees. " 


Gissel took out her wand and waft it on the air two times. Combining the bluish and yellowish magical line, she entangled it together to form a picturesque magic circle. Then, she pushed the magic circle forward and turn it to face the ground. 


" Clay man. " Gissel chanted her spell as shed the red-colored reagent which she had on her sleeves onto the magic circle. 


The magic circle gradually lower itself until it touches the ground. And soon after it did, three doll-like creatures came up from the ground in the size of a kid. 


" Summoning magic? How wonderful! But as far as summoning a bunch of dolls, how proficient are you at controlling them, Miss class representative~? " The professor commended Gissel for her performance, but for someone as upstanding as her, of course the professor demands something more than simply calling forth creatures of unknown manners. 


Chapter 57 - Tricky Thrashing