It was a cloudy day.

In the weeping sky, the light gray clouds overlapped, and there was no such thing as the crispness of summer.

The town of Sur is the same as ever, the townspeople live their lives that have not changed for many years, everything is like a recurring movie, nothing has changed.

On the outskirts of the town, on a hill, the dilapidated tower stood silently, casting a faint shadow.

On one side of the tower, on the haystack lay a peaceful deceased.

Fina's father, dressed in a neat mage robe, lay on a blanket as if he were asleep.

On the sidelines, Finah, Reiner, and Dr. Phyllis stood, making their final farewell to the mage.

According to the custom of the mages, the fallen mages were to be cremated, and this was perhaps the first time in Sur Town.

Fina approached the haystack and looked at her father, whose eyes were slightly closed, and for a moment she thought that he was actually just asleep, and maybe the next second, he would wake up and call his name.

But that can't be.

Fina didn't know what to say, she thought she was disgusted with her father, or at least cold.

But in this man's last moments, what he tried his best to call was his own name.

Fina was silent, she gave her father one last last look, then raised her hand, and a crimson flame jumped from her fingertips to the dry haystack, and the spark suddenly turned into a spreading flame, igniting the entire haystack.

In the flames, Fina's father was gradually devoured and finally reduced to ashes.

The funeral lasted for a long time, and it was not until the last embers were extinguished that Fina fell to her knees and sobbed in a low voice, as if relieved.

From now on, Fina. Nabistin had no home to go back to.

They packed the ashes properly, packed them in a black stone box, and buried them on a hill not far from the tower.

Here you can overlook the entire town of Sur, the vast grasslands behind it, and the endless Sur Mountains.

There is a grave on the hill that is the tomb of Fina's mother, who buried her father next to it.

The tomb is surrounded by nameless flowers, blooming in the middle of summer, bright and delicate, full of life.

By the time it was all over, it was already evening.

Fina needed time to tidy up the tower, and she decided to sell it and leave the land for good.

"This is my father's study, and it was here that he was found fainting, and I haven't been in it yet."

In the tower, Fina said, pointing to a room on the second floor.

The door to the room was unlocked and could be opened with a single push, and she and Reiner walked into it to find it like an ordinary mage's workshop, full of books and circle sketches, and in the center of the room, on the huge table in addition to the books, there was also a half-drunk cup of tea, as if Fina's father was not far away, but just a little rest.

"Mr. Reiner, I'll try to get everything in order tomorrow."

Fina glanced at the workshop and said to Reiner, who felt that she had delayed Reiner too much.

"It's okay, let's go rest today."

Reiner touched Fina's head and told the stiff girl to go back and lie down for a while.

After sending Fina away, Reiner took another look at the contents of the workshop and was about to close the door, when he caught a glimpse of a pamphlet on the table next to him.

He was stunned and hesitated for a moment before reaching out and taking out the booklet.

This is a notebook made of cowhide tanning, and you can faintly see a few faded gilt letters on it, with words such as Rainbow Tower and Academy.

Reiner took a deep breath and opened it, only to see the word "Diary" written in upright words on the title page.

It is clear that this is the diary left by Fina's father.

It wasn't written every day, but every few days there was a diary, which Reiner casually flipped through and read.

......

In the year 2296 of the lunar calendar, the month of the dragon's sleep, the fifteenth, snow.

It's a cold day, and I'm willing to bet the Rainbow Tower hasn't had such a low temperature in at least a hundred years, but thanks to this, and with fewer people in the library, I can finally read the work of Lord Braggs for a while.

I like the quiet library but as long as Clark. Holland was there, and there were always a lot of girls chattering around him, and to be honest, I sometimes thought that these girls weren't here to learn magic, but just to choose their future husbands.

But today, even though the playboy is gone, I still haven't been able to study properly, why, because there is another troublesome guy, her name is Teresa or something, and she keeps pestering me to ask stupid questions, what a waste of life!

......

In the year 2297 of the lunar calendar, the month of the hidden gods, two days, sunny.

I think I underestimated Teresa's perseverance, and for half a month, whenever I showed up in the library, this guy buzzed around me like a fly, and although her questions didn't seem so stupid lately, they were still annoying!

Come to think of it this way, Clark. There's more than one girl around Holland, and I can't help but feel a little sympathy for that guy.

In addition, the reason why I didn't get the first place in the last exam was because I didn't want to be sent out to do some boring communication because of the first place, so I left this kind of trouble to Clarke.

Oh, that guy is here again, it's the second day of the new year, why is she so diligent??

Now that I'm here, I'm going to let her get a good taste of how beautiful Lord Alberton's calculus really is!

......

In the year 2297 of the lunar calendar, the month of the raven, the twenty-seventh day, cloudy.

It's quirky today, yes, definitely quirky.

Because Teresa didn't come to the library to look for me.

You know, this guy has been harassing the library on time every day since the Dragon Sleep last year, no matter how windy or rainy it is, and he didn't see a trace of him until the evening today.

Could it be that she finally knows the gap between herself and me?

Or maybe something happened?

Or was it kidnapped by that guy from Clark?

No, today's study efficiency is really poor, obviously Lord Alberton's formula is so beautiful, but I can't read a word, it's all that guy's fault!!

I'll have to ask for an explanation!

......

In the year 2297 of the lunar calendar, the month of the crow's voice, the twenty-eighth day, cloudy.

Well, I didn't expect Teresa to get sick, didn't you say that stupid people don't catch a cold?

In any case, I won't spend time taking care of this guy, how can I be held back by such a stupid person who will become a high-level mage in the future.

However, it was quite uncomfortable to see her on the hospital bed.

Before you go back to the dorm tonight, why don't you buy some fruit to see her?