If you're passionate about drama or fiction, trying to find solace and pleasure in this imperfect earthly world, then stop there. What I am going to tell is a piece of history in the continent of Salo. History is always full of boring details, and every time it ends in cruelty, it takes a pair of discerning eyes, coupled with enough patience and courage to uncover those blinded truths.

I am Priscilla Cachele, daughter of Duke Isaac of Flynn and heir of Bromin Island.

I'm not the protagonist of the story, the protagonist is the murderer. Like a ghost, he hid in the Bromin Academy in the Foggy Moon, looming, never revealing his full picture. I was so close to him that I could lift his disguise with my hand – but I failed.

Failure matures, and I paid a terrible price for it.

The story begins in Bromin Island.

That's the best time of the year. The fruitful autumn is coming to an end, the midwinter has not yet arrived, the sea breeze blows the salty smell of the tides, the tequila and the beard trees are luxuriant, the lush sword grass covers the earth, and the fragrance of flowers overflows, and even the air is filled with the smell of sweetness.

Under the bright sunlight of the foggy moon, Mentor Zeni led the 31st batch of new students into the Bromin Academy of Magic. And I, Priscilla of the Coachelle family, am also one of the new students.

There are three academies of magic in Flynn, Colin, Audin and Bromin, named after the islands where they are located, and they are the pride of Flynn and the entire continent of Salo. As a descendant of a nobleman, I could have chosen the more prestigious Colin College or the Ayudin Academy, but my father insisted that I stay in Bromin.

When I was younger, I had come here with my father on vacation, and to be honest, Bromein College did not have a good impression on me, the filthy buildings, the bad food, and the unbridled gaze made me miss the cozy castle of Port Kehilla.

But I'm not a lazy lady, and since I chose Bromin, I can't go back empty-handed. There has never been a shortage of low-level magicians in Flynn Country, and my goal is by no means limited to this, and the Bromin Academy is my first and most crucial step towards success and glory.

The freshmen followed Zeni to the bottom of the hillside, looked up at the giant dragon's tongue tree that covered the sky, and realized their own insignificance. It is one of the three iconic landscapes of Bromin's College, along with the towering stone minarets and the ancient temple library, and it is said that during the heyday of the Kingdom of Flynn, the great Emperor Keith visited Bromin several times, dismissed his guards, and wandered alone under the dragon's tongue tree.

No one knows what the most powerful emperor in history was thinking.

“…… The oldest surviving aragthis tree, more than 1,000 years old, is the symbol of Bromin Island, the pride of the Flynn country, which has experienced the test of blood and fire, storm and ice and snow, and has become a legend that witnesses the wheels of history rolling forward. Zeny finally ended his lengthy introduction and breathed a sigh of relief, this was his last assignment for the day.

Freshmen make their way to the boulder-built minaret to prepare for the entrance test. By the time the glorious sunset turns the sky red, half of us will leave Bromin College and board the ship home.

As is customary at Bromin's Academy, new students will pass through an ancient magic circle one by one, and three mid-level magicians will decide whether or not to admit them. Their fate is determined by the attributes of their own magical powers, as well as their perception of magic. This is very important, only the seeds of the dragon's tongue tree can grow into a towering giant tree, as for the sword grass, no matter how hard you try, you can only crawl on the ground.

As the future lord of Bromin, I have some privileges. I was allowed to stand behind them and watch the whole process of the entrance test, secretly picking my own wings.

Unfortunately, there are no outstanding characters among the 31st batch of freshmen.

In my opinion, the requirements for this year's entrance test have been relaxed, and if the previous standard is followed, there will be no more than twenty new students who can stay in the college.

This is the sorrow of Bromin, and the sorrow of all the academies of magic.

The freshmen who failed the test left the spire in frustration, some quietly wiping tears from their eyes. Being eliminated from Bromin's House was not only a disgrace, but it also meant that the last magic academy in Flynn had closed its doors to them, and their dreams of being magicians were completely shattered.

Seeing them go, my heart was a little heavy.

Maybe it was the order of the gods, or maybe it was the arrangement of fate, I subconsciously turned around and noticed two mysterious men standing not far away, whispering and looking quite suspicious.

One of them was a magical apprentice at Bromin's Academy, dressed in a simple and plain grey cloth robe, with a whitewashed collar and cuffs, and the only sign of his identity was the clan coat of arms embroidered on his chest, two crossed swords, one for power and one for glory.

That's the hallmark of the Oxskin royal family, and he should be the third in line to the throne, Prince Alfred.

The other is strong and strong, although not tall, but with broad shoulders, and the muscles of the limbs and chest and abdomen bulge, and when still, it resembles a stone statue of an ancient hero.

No matter how you look at it, he has nothing to do with the image of a magician who is tall, thin and wise.

He was also one of the thirty-first freshmen, and his name seemed to be Dino, but I didn't see him in the entrance test that had just ended.

As the sun sets, magnificent clouds fill the sky, and the shadows of the two overlap and cast diagonally towards the gray stone minaret. The sea breeze is rising, and the foggy moon of Bromin Island is quietly descending unconsciously.