Many years ago.
Shannon handed the graduation certificate to Oberon and said quietly. "Oberon, are you going back to the south after your graduation ceremony?"
The young light mage looked at the elementary academic girl in front of him with keen eyes, deep in thought.
Although Shannon was only fourteen years old, she was slimmer and taller than most girls of her age.
In the past two years, the two sisters, Shannon and Shania, had been expressing their admiration for him in different ways, and Oberon was aware of it all.
He looked at Shannon's drooping head, her dark hair fluttering gently in the breeze, every strand of it pulled his heartstrings.
To be honest, he was full of affection for Shannon. But the relationship between the two had never been an open one.