"I once dreamed of becoming an Imperial Mage, but I only ever made it to the level of a Junior Mage. It's impossible for me to advance any further in this life." He stroked the Magic Book, a hint of resignation in his gaze. "Powerful Destructive Magic was beyond my reach, so I had no choice but to carve a different path and research those ancient forms of Edge Magic."
"Since I couldn't be a leading Mage, I thought I might as well become a practical Miscellaneous Magic Scholar. After all, Magic itself exists to serve people; there are no noble or lowly forms."
He smiled faintly and put the book back.
"I understand. My own life plan was to be a Minstrel, my head full of songs." Levi flexed his arm, gazing at his bulging biceps with a complicated expression. "Unfortunately, when the heavens grant a person an exceptional Talent in one area, they often take from another to compensate. I suppose that's the so-called way of balance. In the end, Power and knowledge just can't coexist."
