If you don't want to just drift through life, you have to go through time.

[To Philon]

First of all, let me say happy birthday, Philon.

This book is a belated birthday gift.

I didn't know it was your birthday today; I only found out a little while later. Although the way I did it wasn't perfect, I think it was great that I was able to give you a gift at the right time and in the right place.

Then, please forgive my departure.

Although I understand the importance of time now, I'm so focused on power that I've overlooked the fact that even the tallest building starts from the ground up.

Only with a solid foundation can one achieve greater success. I hope Xiaofeilun understands this, so never neglect your spiritual practice and be even more diligent.

Finally, please give me some more time. I'll understand this soon, and then I'll come back to you. When that time comes, you have to show me your dance. And remember to finish the assignments I left you with.

Love you, Truman.

Note: May the Milky Way shower upon your dreams.

It was just an ordinary letter, only mentioning Philon's birthday and gifts, along with the reason for Truman's departure and his hope for forgiveness. At the end, it asked Philon not to slack off, and there was nothing special about it.

Frillie looked up, somewhat surprised. "Was that Philon's birthday? I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"It's alright, Lady Frillien."

Philon shook his head.

Because that day she received the best birthday gift of her life.

"Let's go get dessert later."

"……OK."

A belated birthday present is actually quite nice.

Frillie looked at the letter, or rather, the last sentence—[May the Milky Way shower your dreams].

"That statement is very intriguing."

"I just think it's a very ordinary closing remark, and there's nothing wrong with it."

"Philan, that's how you see it, right? But that's not Truman's writing style. When Truman writes letters, he likes to put the blessing at the beginning. Simmel and the others originally wanted to put it at the end, but he insisted on putting it at the beginning, saying that this was his own style. We argued about it for a long time..."

Frillie touched the writing, and as she continued to explore, she began to recall her moments with Truman.

"Wait, could this be...?"

As if she had thought of something, she picked up her magic wand, softly chanted some kind of incantation, and then touched it on the spellbook.

In an instant, the magic book flew into the air and burst into a dazzling, bright light.

"I knew it."

Frillie puffed out her chest, head held high, and smiled smugly, saying, "These kinds of riddles can't stump me, Truman. How long do you think I've known you?"

"Lord Frilian..."

"Watch this, Philon, this is also one of Truman's unique magic techniques—the magic to change the contents of a book."

As she spoke with a slightly proud tone, the book, radiating a bright light in mid-air, turned its pages rapidly without wind, while the contents of the book—the written words—also danced in mid-air, rearranged, and then returned to the book once more.

When the magic ended, the text above changed, becoming—

"To Frillien..."

"Hmph, I knew it. How about it, Philon, am I awesome or not?"

"Hmm!"

"Philan, why are you pouting?"

"fine."

"Your lips are even fuller."

So, I'm fine!

Philon's mouth gradually bulged, already taking the shape of a giant mushroom.

She was very unwilling to accept it.

Because he had spent three years repeatedly examining the magic book without discovering the hidden secret, and what was originally intended as a birthday present for himself had turned into one for Frillie…

"Then let's not delay!"

Frilian eagerly opened the spellbook. Unlike the "To Philon" at the end of the spellbook, the letter to Frilian in the "To Frilian" was at the beginning.

"Okay, skip it."

"...Jump, skip over?"

Philon didn't expect that Frilian wouldn't even look at it and would just turn the page.

This is clearly the main event.

"Now is not the time to look at that kind of thing. We must find information in the magic book as soon as possible that can help Haita."

"is that so."

Although Frilian said that, Philon knew she was more interested in magic.

that's the truth.

Frillie quickly became addicted to it.

"This magic...it's incredible, incredible...this magic might change the world..."

"Lord Frilian?"

"No, Philon, this magic book is too profound for you. You won't be able to handle it. Let me study it first."

"Oh……"

Philon looked at Frilian, who was engrossed in the magic book, and the magic book that Frilian had taken over as her precious birthday gift, and his mouth puffed up again.

that's it.

Frilian is hopelessly addicted to the magic book.

After that, in addition to taking care of the bedridden Haita, Philon also had to deliver three meals a day to Frilian, who was buried in her studies in the basement.

This went on for a week.

this day.

Outside, the rain was continuous, creating a somber atmosphere, as if something bad was about to happen.

Haita, who was bedridden, looked even more haggard. His figure was so thin that even the blanket could leave its outline. His hair was gray, and he looked exhausted, exhaling more than inhaling.

Frilian approached Haita and threw a stack of parchment at him. "This book contains nothing about the resurrection of the dead or the magic of immortality."

"Really? Thank you for your hard work."

"You already knew?"

"The fear of death is immeasurable. If such a thing truly existed, Evisch would have used it himself long ago. By the way, how's Philen?"

"Although there are still some rough spots, she is already capable of handling things on her own."

"Is that so? It's so good that you made it in time. She's no longer a burden to you, Frilian."

"—You tricked me, Haita!"

Frillie hadn't expected that she would be the one to say those words before Truman could even utter them. Haita couldn't help but chuckle.

"Frilian, you..."

"That's how it should be, but I've already cracked the magic of resurrecting the dead, using Truman's magic book."

"……What!?"

Even Haita, who should have been calm and composed, stared wide-eyed and dumbfounded upon hearing this. As a monk, he had never heard of such a thing before; only a goddess could accomplish such a feat.

Frillie was quite pleased with herself.

"Hmph, that's exactly the look I wanted to see on your face, Haita! I've broken the spell to resurrect the dead!... But..."

"but?"

"There are conditions for resurrecting the dead. The time of death cannot exceed 4 hours, and the body must be more than 8% intact. In addition to requiring a massive amount of magic power, the soul of the deceased must be unimpeded—whether the soul exists is questionable, or rather, I am not sure if the magic for resurrecting the dead is real or not... In addition, the death must be unnatural, which means that you, Haita, are not included in this category."

"yes……"

Hearing this, Haita was not furious.

Most people would understand if they lost their temper when their hopes were ruthlessly extinguished, but Haita simply accepted it silently…

He showed none of the fear of death he had mentioned when he asked Frilian to decipher the spellbook.

Frillie spoke again.

"Haita, with your current physical condition, you can only last for a maximum of 7 days."

She issued the death sentence.

At that moment, a fierce wind blew outside, accompanied by lightning and thunder.