"Found it!"
Ragnar saw where the golden radiance had landed. A rune resembling a clock face reappeared in his pupils. His gaze fell upon the starlight enveloped in the golden glow, trying to clearly see the path of destiny for this Faceless individual.
"Eastern Continent, Drake Republic, heir to the Loft Clan... Ghost Intelligence Officer... Wizard, Aberration, Disaster..."
"Just a Wizard?!"
Ragnar's expression changed slightly. A Wizard discovering the flaws in those Magic Runes—that's impossible!
He continued reading. "Gunfire rings out, the death knell... Does the death knell refer to him? No, that's not right. He's the one firing the gun, but the knell isn't him. The knell is our Spiritual Mystery School... Then, what is that?!"
Huh?!
