I have not yet known, nor not yet realized; in all of the souls and saints, in every being that indulges life, will at least once be penetrated by the guilt of wisdom.

I had no other thoughts of knowledge, no other opinions except for its spectacular presence.

But such is this professor of mine to be so unperturbed, so... carefree. One would mistake him from a bird released of its shackles.

In the city of Okhema, where it was much more different from the Gove of Epiphany, there present three foreigners from a different land. A very, well known-man, and an enthusiastic lady healer.

And, well, you — a side.. buddy. It's not like you're part of the Chrysos Heirs, are you?

Well, whatever. The world will still keep on spinning, you thought. Chrysos Heir or not, everyone can still enjoy the amazing view of Kephale on the Garden of life. So long as you're living, of course.

Unlike... Professor Anaxagoras.

"This place has yet to be the same decades ago. Despite its big significance and honor, nothing to be amazed about it, whatsoever." He sighed, respectfully slandering the statue of Kephale.