"Sacred Realm…"
Stephen softly repeated the name, his eyes flickering with a trace of hesitation.
The legendary Sacred Realm—every mage's dreamland.
It was said that in that realm, mana flowed like gentle streams across the land, so abundant that even the earth itself seemed alive. That mana nourished a myriad of elemental lifeforms, and deep within the Sacred Realm, there were even clusters of highly concentrated mana crystals—enough to supply hundreds of mages at once.
Even the wandering, rustic mages who roamed the countryside yearned for the Sacred Realm. Let alone those from elite institutions like Lioncrest Academy, backed by the imperial capital of the Plantagenet Kingdom.
In fact, even Stephen himself had only agreed to become the headmaster of Lioncrest because he had heard rumors that the Plantagenet Kingdom held secret pathways to the Sacred Realm.
Unfortunately, the old fox Denken had kept that secret well-guarded, never revealing even a clue.
