Nameless King

"You said it would be a disappointment, but why? Isn't it a great story?" Wain asked as he returned to the real world.

"Shut up. It's more like a soap opera than anything worthwhile. What's more, that kid was too irritable. I could barely keep from getting rid of him."

"Sure... As you say." Wain smiled.

Wain didn't believe Cursed Swordsman's words were true. It was too naive. Cursed Swordsman knew this, and it annoyed him greatly.

"Anyway, that's it." Cursed Swordsman waved his hand as he disappeared.

[You revealed the nickname of the second form, Cursed Swordsman.]

[Recall gave you new power and unlocked the second appearance of the second form, Ice Tyrant. You can use it at any time.]

[Ice Tyrant.

This is the outcome of the memory of a rough and brutal swordsman with incredible swordsmanship abilities and the element of ice. His image frightens many as well as his strength, but some know that even Ice Tyrant's heart has not yet turned into a piece of ice. It is as warm as all others].

Wain nodded.

He would not try a new power, he had seen enough in his memories. Moreover, he now thought he understood something.

'Somehow, it seems to me that the most important thing is the memories, not the second appearances. The new power is just a bonus.'

"Exactly." An enigmatic voice sounded.

Blind Sorcerer appeared next to Wain. He was smiling as always, and a benevolent but suspicious aura emanated from him.

"Now you?"

"Sure. Unfortunately, I'm the last one." Blind Sorcerer shrugged.

"Well... I think that's enough for me for now. Your story will probably hit me even harder than the last two." Wain muttered.

"I wouldn't say that. It's just a story about how important knowledge is, or rather how important it is to some of us." Blind Sorcerer waved his hand.

Particles of light flew out of his mantle. It turned into many sheets of secret writings. They covered Blind Sorcerer and Wain like a whirlwind.

"It's time to understand magic a little better."

...

'The first time I saw rage and hatred, the second memories were like compassion, what awaits me this time.' Wain pondered.

Wain found himself in an unusual place. It was much different from a temple in the mountains or a small village near a deep forest. It was a huge building similar to a Gothic castle.

Most of the windows in the castle glowed despite the deep night. A massive blue moon illuminated the building, as did the magical azure lights on the spires and towers.

"Hello. I have someone to introduce you." A strange voice came from somewhere.

Wain couldn't figure out what was going on, but suddenly he was in a large hall. It was filled with young people, they were sitting at desks, and all of them had textbooks, feathers, and ink.

'Is this a school?' Wain wondered.

The young people were whispering to each other. The girls, in particular, were active, something excited them greatly.

"Silence!" A man said loudly.

He was a tall blond man with blue eyes. He wore a long silver robe and a broad hat. He stood at a massive board. On it was various blueprints.

"I have gathered you all here because I have an important announcement. You recently lost your teacher, so we had to find you a new one right away." The magician mouthed as he waved his hand.

The door burst into flames. A man with gray hair in a platinum robe, long boots, and a large hat stepped inside. The students and especially the girls were delighted, but one detail confused them: the man's tight blindfold.

'Blind Sorcerer?! Wain inwardly exclaimed.

"Hello!" Blind Sorcerer waved, "I'm glad to have such a big class. It's interesting."

"As you can see, your new teacher has one thing in particular." The magician muttered, "I understand you are surprised, but he is an exception."

"Mr. Ravan, what are you talking about?" The young man at the first desk exclaimed, "Couldn't you find a decent teacher for us? Damn it. He's blind! Can he even do magic?"

"Calm down. As I said, he's an exception. He's indeed blind, but that doesn't mean he can't see. We see one world, and he's completely different, so that is why he's considered one of this generation's most talented and powerful mages."

"Mr. Ravan, I respect you, but it still seems very strange. We should at least see for ourselves his abilities."

The mage hesitated and, after a while, replied, "I don't mind, but it's up to Mister..."

"Address me, Mr. All-knowing." Blind Sorcerer stepped forward.

"Our new teacher seems to be a very humble man." The young man smirked as he spread his arms out to his sides.

"What's your name?" Blind Sorcerer approached him.

"Lois. Lois Kurt, my father, is one of the elders of our Academy of Flaming Knowledge!"

"Oh, you seem proud of yourself and your father. I'm sure he loves you dearly."

"Of course! My father is a great magician, and I will be just like him! No, even surpass him!" Lois exclaimed.

"Good. Lois, I understand your concern, but I can easily prove my competence to you." Blind Sorcerer looked at the other students, "If it makes you feel better, I'm willing to do anything."

"Hmm..." Lois hesitated, "Mr. All-knowing, surprise me, no, all of us!"

"Good." Blind Sorcerer smiled as he snapped his finger.

Tremble.

The air next to Lois shuddered, and several purple particles appeared.

"What's going on?" Lois was puzzled.

"It's nothing. It's just a little trick." Blind Sorcerer clicked again.

Whooooooosh.

Lois disappeared. The students were shocked. They looked around, but Lois was nowhere to be seen.

'Where am I?!' Lois exclaimed fearfully.

He was in a dark basement, it illuminated only by a single dim lamp. There were drops of blood on the floor and cages hanging from the top with unusual creatures inside them.

Click.

Lois returned to the hall, and the students exclaimed with delight.