Atlas continent, ten years later.

Grantia woke up from her sleep as if she had a long, long dream, in which she was only a teenage girl who was robbed by robbers on her way home, but she survived by a man who helped her.

Grandia had long forgotten what the man looked like, perhaps a little scary, she thought, otherwise she wouldn't have fled immediately in her dream.

It was a nostalgic dream, but Grantia knew very well that although she was from Bunajn on the edge of the kingdom and had encountered a demon tide when she was a child, the hero was nothing more than her own fantasy.

But occasionally, Grandia would suddenly have a memory of someone at some inexplicable moment, and that memory would be like a mist, vague and invisible, and quickly fade in the noise.

Grandia shook her head, got up, and after taking a bath, she changed into a clean and refreshing mage robe, and the four gold edges on the cuffs shone brightly.

After tidying up in front of the mirror, Grantia put on her shoes and went out the door, checking the unread information on her mobile device.

"Did those guys fight all night last night, I really admire their energy, why are men always obsessed with strength and weakness and don't think about what those two heroic spirits will look like if they fall in love?"

Seeing the daily combat struggles in the game group, Grantia sighed and looked back at the morning news.

The headline of the morning newspaper is that the largest pyrolite chip production plant in the continent is about to settle in the kingdom of Atlas, and Queen Alyssa, as the local representative, will attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

Grandia couldn't help but smile when she saw her friend's confident and determined appearance in the photo, thinking that probably few people in the whole continent knew how bad this guy's sleep was.

Walking through the hallway, Grantia quickly arrived at the teacher's office building, said hello to several teachers, and after taking the necessary courseware for class, she came to the classroom for the first class of the day.

Just a few days after the start of school, Grantia faced the young girls who were as young as she was back then, and came to this school with a longing for magic, her eyes full of innocence and innocence.

"Hello everyone, I'm Grandia Ulysses, your teacher of magic programming, you can call me Teacher Grandia or Professor Grandia, today we are going to talk about the origin of magic programming, everyone open page 15 of the textbook......"

Grantia said, watching the students turn on their mobile terminals, flip through the projected textbooks, nod, and continue.

"The history of magic programming is not long, but it has become the pillar of the entire continent in the past ten years of development, and it all starts with the invasion of the people of Chaos......"

Yes, it has been ten years since the scourge of the Chaos People.

Grantia remembers that ten years ago, when the moon collapsed and meteors fell from the sky, people thought that the world was about to end and that the people of chaos would arrive early.

But unexpectedly, with some unspeakable force, the whole world changed.

There was no longer that shadow under the dazzling sunlight, and at the same time, the crystal wall was gone, and for the first time, people were so close to the starry sky.

A year after that meteorite event, the people of chaos did not come, some people think that they gave up on the planet, others think that the people of chaos will one day attack again, and the world has developed to this day in this threatening situation.

According to the observation of the Rainbow Tower, the continent of Atlas and the surrounding planets have been relocated to this star field due to some unknown force, everything about this place is unfamiliar, but only one thing is clear to them, and that is that the crisis of the people of chaos seems to be far away.

“...... I hope you can have an intuitive understanding of magic programming, and we'll see you in the next class. ”

Grantia had finished her hour-and-a-half-hour class, still sorting out the textbooks, when she saw a girl with long flaxen hair walking over a little timidly, and she turned to the page on the mobile terminal about the beginning of the creation of magic programming.

"Teacher, did you create the magic programming?"

"To be precise, I worked on it with a few colleagues. ”

Grantia replied skillfully, but the girl's question still made her a little dazed.

The memory of creating magic programming back then is blurred, but Grantia always thinks that there should be another person, and there is a more important and central being, but no one knows who it is, and everyone even thinks that it is just an illusion.

Sometimes, however, Grandia would subconsciously call out a name that she didn't even remember, a strange and familiar pronunciation, but soon Grandia would forget it and never remember it again.

......

When Ain woke up, he found that his pillow was already wet with his own tears.

She sat up, looked at the bright galaxy outside the window, and sighed softly.

I'm always like this, I don't know why I'm crying, I remember that I'm not the kind of girl who loves to cry, but I still can't help but feel sad in the middle of the night, when I'm alone.

Ain felt as if she had forgotten something.

That's something very important, something you should never forget.

Coming to the window in his pajamas, Al Yin looked at the city that had fallen asleep.

Although peace has lasted for many years, Al Yin knows that there are many problems that need to be solved in this world, and the days ahead will not be easy.

With such a powerful existence as her, it will be the core of the struggle of various forces, and the alliance of order no longer has such a strong cohesion in peacetime, and each force wants to develop itself as hard as possible, and perhaps it will not be long before war will come again.

Ain was a little tired.

She suddenly remembered the past, in the grass in the wild, listening to the sound of the babbling stream, looking at the starry sky, at that time, there should have been a person by her side.

But who is that, exactly?

Aine didn't know that maybe it was the missing link in her memory, or maybe it was because of the missing link that she couldn't stop crying like she was now.

"Perhaps, it's time to go back to that place. ”

Ever since the meteorite fell four years ago, Al Yin had felt a vague connection to the will of the world, incarnating as a Heroic Spirit-like being, and for the past ten years, she had been thinking about her sleeping plans.

Returning to the 'other side of the firmament' and waiting for the next crisis to wake up, Ain now feels that this may be the best way to go.

At the same time, there is still a trace of luck in Ai Yin's heart, she is waiting for someone, someone who doesn't know when she will come back, and doesn't even know if it exists.

“......”

Whispering, Al Yin read the name she couldn't speak, stunned.