A gust of wind kicked up a cloud of sand and dust, blinding Glori's eyes. He was angry because of Kent, but he thought about the frustration he had experienced because of Kent's deception.

Glori followed Kent's party and saw his once young figure returning home through the withered meadows.

"I want to be like the Templar Kyle!" said little Glori to Mrs. Carlos. His eyes lit up, especially when he said this, and there was nothing more to cheer him up.

"You can't, because we're all different and we have to do our jobs. In the past seven years and eight years, you must have been a good craftsman. Now, you're only nine years old, so you don't have to worry about the future. Mr. Carlos smiled and turned his head.

Looking at the sawdust and carving knives and paint on the wooden table, little Glori couldn't help but feel resentful. He loves to do crafts, but it's not his dream.

A craftsman who spends his days working around the wooden table and the craftsman's bag, and after a lot of hard work, he made it to the top of the artisan rankings?

"You can't do that!" shouted little Glory at Mrs. Carlos. He held the "Swordsman's Cultivation" and "Introduction to Magic" in his left hand tightly in his arms, then turned sharply, only to hit the doorknob.

God seems to be joking with little Glori. A water glass is knocked over by a cat on the window edge, causing the water to pour onto the book.

"This is my book!" said little Glori sadly. He quickly brushed the water off the book with his hand. However, the book was already soaked with water.

Hearing the "clang" of the door, Mrs. Carlos put down her work and planned to go up and pick up little Glori.

"I can do it myself!"

Little Glori shouted. He slammed the door open, forgetting what he had been doing—he and Mr. Carlos were busy changing the hinges for the door. Now, not only is the lower door shaft not installed, but the upper door shaft is also cracking, and the wooden block that padding the wooden door is tightly squeezed.

"Very well, the three of us don't even want to go to the kitchen at noon. Boy, you can eat the perfect meal alone!" Mr. Carlos grumbled to his wife. He looked at the wall, and the kitchen was on the other side. Where's the door? He couldn't understand why little Glori had such a big temper, and never had been.

"He's only nine years old, what can he know?" wondered Mr. Carlos. He handed the knife to Carlos' sister and stopped her from laughing.

"Yes, he's nine years old. And when you were nine years old? Didn't you already hunt with the grown-ups? Mrs. Carlos smiled.

"He wants to be a magic swordsman. However, I asked my master to teach him magic. And what about little Glori? He didn't make any progress for days. The old master complains - your child, he does work hard, but I suspect he is immune to the study of magic. After so many days, I couldn't even feel how much the magic in him had grown. Mr. Carlos was upset and awkwardly imitated the tone of the old master's speech.

"'Throw out a little spark, this can't light up the room, and it's not a substitute for candles,' the old master complained about little Glori's starlight magic. Starlight, it's one of my favorite magics. Lo and behold, we all want to light up the night sky with starlight...... The old master must also need this kind of fun. Mr. Carlos added.

Mrs. Carlos was almost amused, but worried about little Glori. Little Glori was a hardworking child, and when it came to learning magic, he couldn't have grown as visibly as the other children. Therefore, she frowned.

"I've got an effort!" said Little Glori, pushing the door open. He yelled at Mr. Carlos, tears rolling in the corners of his eyes. The pufferfish would be angry at the danger, but little Glori didn't have a stinger - he was just angry that his efforts were not rewarded.

In Alex's Kingdom, the most basic requirement to become a knight is to be good at using magic and have certain fighting skills. Therefore, there are no magic swordsmen or samurai...... There is no chance of becoming a knight. As a result, becoming a magic swordsman became Glori's primary goal.

Then, if you want to use magic, you have to have magic, and if you want to have magic, you have to memorize magic spells. From the time of learning the basic magic spells without attributes, the most basic magic power is born in the learner and is enhanced by the use and proficiency of magic. With basic magic, you can also learn magic spells with different attributes, and then gradually have magic with attributes, such as wind, water, light, and so on.

And now, little Glori is really trying to learn from his master, and he insists on reciting magic spells. He likes light-based magic, but he can't be proficient, it's like he's stuck.

Therefore, the patient master taught him to learn the magic of the fire attribute. After a while, he found that little Glori could not grow the magic of the fire attribute through more in-depth study.

"What's the problem?"

The old master pondered for a while, and a month passed at once. And little Glori's magic is still growing faintly like an ant moving. While other people's children are lighting firewood with flames to help with cooking, or using water magic to lure water from a stream downstream into a canal, little Glori can only use the humble starlight magic.

Over time, little Glori was abandoned in the back seat. He could only sit at the back of the lecture and stare at the blackboard with wide eyes until he could memorize the magic spells.

Day after day, little Glori leaned half of his body against his desk, poking his head out and listening carefully. He then became the only student in the class to do so.

But unable to use the professor's magic, little Glori became a wonder in the field practice class. Other people's children are happily waving the magic light in their hands and practicing them enthusiastically, while little Glori can only hide in the corner.

In fact, Little Glori never gave up and worked hard all the time. Every mantra, every book, he recited and read by heart. You can even write out the magic spells word for word in the order of the first letter. Still, the magic grew only slightly.

When the children saw little Glori's notes, they tossed them around, fighting for them, until the book was torn and the crumbs were scattered all over the floor. Fooling little Glori has become a habit among children.

"What's the use? He can write silently, but he can't use it, and he just throws little stars after star. The children scoffed.

Gradually, the master became accustomed to it. Even if I saw them frolicking, I didn't want to say anything more. However, there was one sentence that became his slippery tongue.

"You have to keep these magic spells in mind, and don't be like the little guy in the back. He really gave me a headache, and all the villages in this radius were saying that I had no way to teach. However, it is not my fault. The master said and said. He tried his best to get rid of it. When he heard someone talk about going to class, he immediately went into the alleyway.

One night, the children were fishing by the pond. When they were tired, the children made a transparent hand with water magic, and then waited once and for all for the fish to be thrown ashore. As for little Glori, he could only get covered in mud, and he was so tired that he sat on the side and stared at the starlight in his hand.

"Look, the starlight is so faint! even the fireflies are laughing!"

The children, who were in the same class as Little Glorry, laughed at Little Glorry. And this sentence spread, fortunately, there are not many people in the village. Otherwise, when little Glori goes out, there will be many pairs of disdainful eyes staring at him.

"Shortcuts, belong to someone else!"

Finally, little Glori erupted. He climbed to the roof alone, leaned against the chimney, and looked at the moon.

This big, bright moon reassures little Glori. He knew that he had lived up to his dreams, that he had never given up! But only he knew that! He was very sad. He was a little disgusted with what his elders had told him, but he didn't turn it away - boys grow up to be men, and they have to be responsible.

So much so that little Glori wanted to cry loudly, but he held back. The tears in his eyes were already swirling, and he wanted to wipe them away with the back of his hand, but he didn't intend to do so, because he was afraid that if he stretched out his hand, the tears would rain. He looked at the moon sky and sat for a long time, just letting the wind dry the tears in his eyes.

The Carlos knew that little Glori needed his own space in order to grow.

After a few days, the Carlos couple finally made up their mind. They weren't because Carlos's sister wanted them to, but because little Glori's efforts were impressed.

"We had to find a better teacher to teach him, and he was really sad. Mr. Carlos said.

"Yes...... Who are we looking for?" said Mrs. Carlos, frowning. She counted the people she knew, and she couldn't figure it out.

"Xavier Noah, do you know this man?" said Mr. Carlos suddenly.

"Send him to the Academy of Miracles?" Mrs. Carlos seemed to see hope.

In this way, they sent little Glori to the academy in the City of Miracles, where little Glori studied under the jurisdiction of Lord Xavier.

Effort, as always—little Glori clutched the starlight in his hand.

Later, little Glori heard from his new mentor, Mr. Mayne.

"You have to believe in yourself, your magic grows, but it's only faint! If you work hard, it will all change...... Mayne reminded Lil in the letter.

There was another sentence in that letter that Glori never forget. Mr. Mayne said: "Setbacks, everyone has them, just more or less. At any time, don't let go of the starlight in your hand. ”

Glori shook his senses and let everything in front of him return to the present. He and his companions were tied up by Kent's men and pushed down by the withered old tree. He saw Kent point his sword at the Prince, and Marlin beside the Prince turned around with the Seven Star Knights, and surrounded Kent and the mechanical guards.

Glori lay under the tree, watching their every move and listening to what they said. "Shortcut, heh......" he sighed in his heart.