Chapter Five
~ Cyphus ~

When a weird old lady, who also claimed she came from the mythical land of Virgula, had said that he’ll be wasting half his life trying to gain as much knowledge as he can, he didn’t believe her. That was back when he was just applied to be admitted into one of the best institutions in Mente. Now, he’s in his sixth year in this learning institution, working on his second certification. And he still doesn’t know if he’s just wasting his time like she had said or what.

“Luhan,” an instructor called as Luhan entered the library.

“Sir Weiss,” Luhan acknowledged.

The instructor handed over a couple of books. “I won’t be able to give you a proper lesson right now, but I expect you to have read that by the time we meet again. I figured you’re ready for it.”

“Oh,” he nodded. “Of course, sir.”

“I’ll take my leave. I have some business to attend to.” The aging sir patted his left shoulder, where his burn scar had painfully appeared four days ago, before heading out of the library. Sometimes he thinks the sir knows something.

Erasing that off his mind, he put down the books on the table where they usually have their one-on-one lessons. Since he doesn’t have anything better to do, he’ll just do what the instructor told him to do: to read the books. He picked up the thicker one on the top. It was a book entitled 'The History and Legends Intertwined'.

He was studying for a History certification for two years now and this was the first time he saw legends explicitly written on the cover of a book. Not that legends are forbidden in Cyphus, but you could get judged by some old fashioned people when they see you interested in it. Now that he think about it, legends are part of the history as much as the real events were. They were what had shaped Serce after all.

The beginning was a bit confusing, going on about a legend he had heard once during his childhood and had forgotten. About a goddess called Azrin who has a pet snake as thick as her arms. It was on how she had created Serce. He read on and on, realizing that the legends were written in the book as to string some real events together, making them all connected. Skipping on the parts that he already knew — the parts he had already read from countless of history books — he found himself taken by words that speak about magic and myths.

His mind soaked up stories about the endless powers of Azrin, the glory and prosperity of Virgula, how the evil Bezna were born, the bloody things that happened as the Bezna ran amok, how Azrin sacrificed h