A young girl.

It was a dark world, where there was no such thing as solid ground. The man with light brown hair felt his steps unstable, as if the ground beneath him was gradually turning more liquid than solid. His mind was swirling, unable to properly organize his thoughts. He seemed bewildered as he walked through that empty darkness. Then, a hint of color appeared in that dreamlike place: white. The white of what seemed to be a trench coat swayed as if there were wind. Intrigued, the young man approached that speck of color in the strange and desolate place. Slowly, he could see another color emerge—blue. A blue glow seemed to shine just ahead of the trench coat, capturing the young man's attention. That's when he noticed that beneath the trench coat was a man, one that he could hardly make out. The man's head slowly turned, and instinctively, the young man took a few steps back. The man's eyes were different from each other, and all the young man could discern in those eyes was hatred.

The boy's eyes snapped open, revealing the ceiling of a rather simple room, though he had to admit it looked better than his old apartment. The dream he had just had seemed blurry in his mind. He could only recall fragments, especially a white trench coat. However, the strange dream ceased to occupy his attention when past memories started to resurface. He would remember the battle he had with Mori and how Mori had instinctively passed out. Checking his own body for injuries out of habit, to his surprise, he was perfectly fine. He remembered that his clothes should have been completely scorched after the fight. Much to his surprise and curiosity, he would notice that he was wearing a new set of clothes—a pair of dark green pants and a white shirt. Right next to his bed, he could easily spot a set that closely resembled what the others wore, leading him to assume it was Kana's way of saying "welcome." He sighed as he took the set of clothes, effortlessly putting them on due to his familiarity with wearing his old uniform. Luckily, there was a mirror in the room that allowed him to see how well the uniform suited him. The top consisted of two pieces—a black vest, under which was a dark gray shirt. This was complemented by entirely black pants that ended in elegant shoes of the same color. As a final touch, a long brown trench coat adorned the ensemble in a rather spectacular way. Infinn struck a few poses in front of the mirror, flexing his arms in an attempt to showcase his muscles in a comical fashion.

At that very moment, the door to the room swung open abruptly, causing Infinn to quickly stand up straight and turn towards the door, embarrassed at the thought that someone might see him posing in front of the mirror. As he turned, he recognized the familiar figure of his new boss—Kana casually entering the room. One could assume it was a daily check-up. Upon noticing her, Infinn quickly straightened up, clearing his throat to adjust his voice, and calmly began speaking to the girl, as if he had just forgotten the fact that he had almost died in the fight against Mori.

"Ahem, the suit fits me well. Right?"

He wouldn't receive a response from the woman. Instead, she would look at him for a few seconds in a way that couldn't decipher what was going through her mind. She would gently close the door of the room without making much noise, as if she wanted to keep this between them as she approached the young man slowly. The unexplained scene left the boy confused as he tried to understand why the sudden silence from the woman and her strange behavior. In an attempt to break the awkward situation, the boy tried to speak again but was immediately silenced by the woman, who pressed him against the wardrobe with a hand on his shoulder. Moved by a force he didn't think a young woman was capable of, he collided with the wardrobe behind them, hitting his shoulder where the woman's soft but firm hand rested. All of this was followed by a piercing look from the girl, her eyes reflecting silent fury. Her face showed clear annoyance, and the whole situation left Infinn speechless due to the impact of the scene. She proceeded to speak.

"What did I tell you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"About the fight."

"...That it was a friendly training?"

"And do you think killing you and your partner is friendly?"

"I..."

"Answer me."

"N-no, Kana..."

"What did you say?"

"I mean, Boss!"

"Good. I don't want any of this to happen again. If it does, I'll take care of finishing your job myself."

"Yes..."

Once the woman let out the emotions she had been holding back due to their recovery, she turned to look at Infinn, who was still intimidated by her. She waited for her to speak. She seemed much calmer now as she examined the outfit she had left for him earlier. She had instructed it to be prepared during Infinn's training. Fortunately, it fit him perfectly. A small, proud smile appeared on her face.

"Well, Infinn, now that things are clear, that's all I have to say to you for now. You can continue posing in front of the mirror or go read things in the library."

"You saw that!?"

"I control light. I can connect to external light sources with my mana and share my senses, so I could see you perfectly while you posed in front of that mirror."

Kana said mockingly as she left the room, leaving an embarrassed Infinn staring at the mirror that had witnessed a variety of things during the short time he had been awake. He silently turned the mirror against the wall before leaving the room.

As he walked down the hallway, his coat swayed gently, and his elegant shoes resonated on the floor. Infinn, with a noticeably flushed face from embarrassment, tried to forget that moment as his gaze crossed various rooms along the hallway. Familiar names could be read: Adel, Koma, Mori, Lein, and finally Kana. He didn't remember this part of the base, but he assumed he hadn't seen it because they planned to mention it after his training with Mori, which had abruptly ended with both of them unconscious. However, he wondered how Mori was doing. In a way, he didn't remember much of that fight they had. The last thing he recalled was using that concentrated beam, and the next thing he remembered after releasing it was waking up in that room. Most likely, the strain on his body from using so much mana at once had taken its toll, combined with the fact that Mori's blow had grazed him. These factors were probably enough to cause it. In the end, his attempt to counter Mori's strength had been futile. He knew that because before losing consciousness, he noticed Mori easily surpassing the plasma blast. So it was clear that he couldn't match Mori's destructive power. However, he had managed to win the fight in a way he didn't quite understand. But if Mori also ended up unconscious despite not being overpowered, it led Infinn to the hypothesis that perhaps the electricity had caused an overload. After all, he had directly hit Mori with a surge of electricity, which was the reason Mori couldn't deliver the final blow.

"So, the potential of this magic doesn't lie in destructive power like Mori's, but in speed."

The faster he was, the easier he could strike his opponents, dealing significant internal damage. He also knew that he could use it in various ways, such as releasing electricity around him to function as a barrier. While it would be useless against magics like Mori's, it could be useful against other things. He should thoroughly investigate the functions it could develop. His steps halted in front of the door at the end of the hallway. As he opened it, the view of the vast library presented itself again. Now that he thought about it, he knew very little about this place—its history or its world was completely unknown to him. He really hadn't had time to wonder or learn more about it with everything that had happened in just one day. The boy walked leisurely through the place, checking the various bookshelves. The place exuded a sense of peace; it even felt like a place where he could sleep. Although thinking of it that way might sound offensive to people who enjoy these places for reading.

"So, you decided to come after all."

Kana mentioned while sitting at one of the tables with a book in her hands. Infinn sat across from her, observing her with a somewhat annoyed expression as he recalled what had happened earlier with the mirror.

"Are you upset about the mirror?"

"Do you think?"

"I was just kidding—not about the part where I could make it happen, but about the part where I was doing it. I simply deduced it from your rigid posture when I walked in."

Upon hearing this, Infinn wore a rather annoyed expression himself, as he had fallen for the classic trick of telling the truth while presenting an element of falsehood. It was something he had done before to learn things about the people around him, so he could say that the woman was more astute than he was.

"So, you didn't know for sure..."

"Don't tell me you turned the mirror toward the wall."

"No..."

"That's good. I would have laughed if you had."

The woman said with a calm smile as she continued reading, while Infinn felt, for the first time, what it was like to know someone like her. She could be quite a nuisance to those around her.

"That doesn't matter. How is Mori doing?"

"He was causing a commotion, insisting that it was a draw and demanding a rematch when he woke up."

"That's strange. Why isn't he here then?"

"He's sleeping."

"Ah, so he finally relaxed and decided to rest."

"Not of his own volition."

The woman would mention in such a relaxed manner that it would give the boy slight chills. He could sense what had happened. After all, Infinn had experienced a taste of what Kana was like when she was angry. She could be understanding and kind most of the time, but when her anger reached its limit, you really wouldn't want to be in the same room as her, let alone be the target of her fury. Fortunately, it seemed that Mori had taken the brunt of it, sparing Infinn from experiencing it in the first place. It was only for a brief moment, but his shoulder still slightly ached from the grip the woman had on him. Sometimes, Infinn wondered if she was really human to possess such physical power.

"And... Adel and Koma?"

"They're in their room."

"Oh, I'm sure they're exhausted from taking care of our recovery."

"Not exactly."

"Eh?"

"Never mind, the important thing is that Koma took care of your injuries, so you'll have to thank her when she wakes up."

"Alright, I'll do that. By the way, what are you reading?"

"It's about the history of the Nation of Logic."

"Oh, that's where we are. Would you mind telling me a bit about it?"

"Can't you read it yourself?"

"Please, Boss, help your subordinate~"

The man said, clasping his hands together as he looked at her with puppy eyes. Kana couldn't help but laugh a little at the ridiculous scene, then she looked at Infinn again with a small smile.

"You're a fool, but I suppose I can do you that favor."

"That's it!"

"The Nation of Logic was the first to be born among the four nations. Its king, Clein Verm, has reigned since his coronation, totaling about 110 years. During this time, he has developed countless technologies for the advancement of the wizarding society. With the help of the second king, they created the altered space device that has been used for over 20 years for the cities of the four nations, as well as mana devices and mana barriers used to divide the borders between the nations. He is also one of the main figures responsible for peace treaties with the high powers of the conventional society. He developed the 'solvers of loose ends' system, which works in the shadows of the conventional city to ensure that pieces of information don't spread."

"Impressive... I didn't know that the king of this nation did so much for the wizarding society. Although I'm even more surprised that he's still alive after so many years."

"It's a mystery even to the citizens how their king is able to live for so long, but it's the wizarding society we're talking about, so it doesn't seem to be a problem."

"So, this king is the boss of the 'solvers'?"

"Well, not exactly. While it's true that the king of Logic created the 'solvers of loose ends' system, they serve all four kings and a few commanders."

"So, that's why the old man had so much work."

"Did you meet any 'solver'?"

"Yes, it was one of them who brought me to this wizarding society because I was a loose end."

"I see. So, you accidentally stumbled into this world while investigating some information gap."

"Actually, it wasn't as impressive as that..."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's just say it was more of an accident than anything else."

"If you say so..."

"What about you? How did you become the boss of this group?"

"I've been the boss since the beginning. I formed it."

"Did your magical family force you to do it?"

"No, I took the initiative. they saw that I had good skills for this kind of work, and they eventually accepted my request and gave me this position. Later, everyone came for their own reasons."

"I heard that not many people want to be in this line of work. At least Koma and Adel didn't seem to enjoy the job they're in, and from what I understand, the incursions are anything but field trips. Is it the money that attracts you so much to this job?"

At Infinn's question, Kana, who had previously had a serene expression as her eyes casually scanned the book in her hands, seemed to tremble slightly upon hearing the question. After taking a small sigh, she slowly closed the book and let it rest on the table. Her brown eyes focused on Infinn for the first time during their conversation, and Infinn felt that he might have touched a sensitive nerve in the girl.

"I'm sorry. Was it a personal question?"

"You don't have to apologize. It's a past matter at this point. It's not exactly the money that attracted me to this line of work. If it were, I would probably have settled for being a merchant, which is the second most profitable profession. You can even benefit from the work of the collectors if you manage to make a deal to receive some leftover crystals from the incursions. Let's just say my motivation derives from a very silly dream."

"A silly dream?"

"Once upon a time, there was someone I knew very well who had one of the silliest dreams you could ever hear, an exaggeration that seemed like the ramblings of a child. But just like a child's dream, it was truly beautiful."

"And what happened to that person?"

"To fulfill his dream, he became a collector, and behind him followed a faithful follower, always attentive to what he said and inspired by him. she followed him everywhere, almost like a young child. he were strong in a way that didn't necessarily involve power, perhaps the strongest person that the little girl had ever known in that aspect. his kindness was always present in everyone who was part of his group. his leadership was capable of devising the most effective strategies to secure victory. his authority always grounded them when necessary, and his intelligence always brought out the best in others by following his instructions. But even his strength, leadership, kindness, intelligence, or dream weren't enough to overcome the adversities he faced."

"One day, during one of the incursions, the girl, full of herself due to her accumulated achievements and having earned the respect of the one she admired, unexpectedly broke formation, thinking she could collect crystals on her own, even if only for a few minutes."

"..."

"Cornered by an entire group with no opportunity to do anything, she resigned herself to the idea that there might be no escape. However, that person with a dream appeared before her, even knowing he couldn't defeat the sorcerers together, he bought time for the girl. Ignoring her please and lamentations, the group saved her while the man held them off. The girl waited and waited outside the gates of the battlefield, but that man never returned."

"Due to this, the group lost its balance, and one by one, they left, afraid to return to the incursions. But there was someone who couldn't leave it as it was. The girl couldn't let the dream of that man die. She trained and trained until her hands bled or her consciousness faded, all for the chance to continue the dream of that figure."

"What was his dream?"

"The girl will keep it a secret."

Infinn didn't say anything else. It wasn't really necessary to press further to understand who Kana was referring to when she mentioned "that girl." Now he felt he could better understand the girl—her kindness, leadership, and even that authority all stemmed from a loss. She gave everything she had just to continue the dream that she thought she shattered. Infinn would soon realize that in addition to pursuing that dream because it inspired her, she also felt guilty that the dream of that man had been broken. She took it as her own and even when she witnessed the destruction that path brought to the beings she cared for or even herself, she was determined to finish the path that the man who inspired her had once paved.

"In that case, tell that girl that she's doing an excellent job."

Infinn would comment to Kana with a kind smile, surprising her. In a way, a warm feeling blossomed within her. She had been through so much without anyone commenting or affirming whether what she was doing was right. Although she constantly portrayed herself as someone who sought no approval for her dream, the truth was that she felt lost. She wanted to know if everything she had been fighting for until now was truly right—to selfishly pursue a dream to the point of risking the life that the man had fought to save, to continue the dream that she had fallen in love with. In the face of such emotion, the woman could only give Infinn a gentle smile.

"I'll tell her, thank you."

As if chains were breaking, the story of the little girl who continued a dream seemed a little lighter to carry, making way for a new story that perhaps could have a better ending. An ending that isn't just about tragedy, but also about comedy, happiness, and fulfillment. In a way, talking about this with someone was quite interesting. While it was true that Kana didn't fully know Infinn, that image of the person she spoke so much about reflected in him, even if they didn't resemble each other completely. Infinn appeared much more immature than that person he once was, but he still retained that kindness and strength that went beyond power or potential. In him, one could say, a ray of light could be seen.