The Wrath of Min Hee

A storm of emotions raged within Min Hee.

Disbelief. Hatred. Grief.

It was impossible. Leywin was her childhood friend. The one person she had once trusted the most. The one who had disappeared for years.

And now… he was the murderer of her father.

Her hands trembled as she clenched them into fists. "Why, Leywin…?"

Nichole, who had also seen the vision, stood beside her, his face unreadable.

"Min Hee," he said cautiously. "Maybe there's something we don't know—"

But Min Hee wasn't listening.

"I'm going to find him."

The Hunt for Leywin

Min Hee's search led her to the underground world—a place of shadows and assassins, where whispers of crime and rebellion echoed in the streets.

One name kept appearing—the Classers Clan, a feared criminal syndicate known for assassinating corrupt officials.

Her father wasn't corrupt.

So why did they kill him?

And why was Leywin wearing their cloak?

Fueled by rage and grief, Min Hee searched for their headquarters. The rumors spoke of a hidden fortress, impossible to find. But Min Hee was not just anyone.

One day, in a small café, she noticed a familiar silhouette.

A man with silver hair.

His eyes as calm as a frozen lake.

Min Hee's breath hitched. Leywin.

Tears welled up in her eyes. "Leywin—where have you been?"

She grabbed his collar, her hands shaking with emotion. "Do you have any idea what I've been through? How much I searched for you?!"

Leywin looked at her, his gaze filled with guilt and sorrow. "Min Hee… I'm sorry."

His apology was infuriating.

"You disappeared for five years! And now I find you—wearing the cloak of the Classers Clan?! Tell me, Leywin—DID YOU KILL MY FATHER?!"

Leywin hesitated. His silence was an answer in itself.

Min Hee's blood boiled. "You have no idea how much I despise you right now."

She gathered her mana, preparing to strike, but suddenly, another figure appeared.

Nichole.

But… he was wearing a Classers Clan emblem.

Her heart sank. "Nichole…?"

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "But I am the Vice Head of the Classers Clan."

Min Hee's world shattered once more.

A pillar of fire erupted from her hand, fueled by her uncontrollable rage. "I'll burn this entire place to the ground!"

But before her spell could activate, a familiar voice whispered behind her.

"That's enough."

Leywin raised his hand, and a **simple spell—Earth Spear—**rose from the ground, neutralizing her magic.

A 5th-circle spell—but it had countered her 8th-circle magic.

Her eyes widened. How strong had he become?

But she didn't care.

Not anymore.

"Fight me, Leywin," she demanded. "Or I will destroy everything."

Leywin's expression darkened.

"If that's what you want…" He slowly raised his hand. "Then I will not hold back."

Thus began the battle that would shake the world—the clash between Min Hee, the Youngest Archmage, and Leywin, the Forgotten Genius.