In the Wasteland of the Conjurer

The moment he killed his best friend with his own hands, the man known as the strongest in the world of magic had the thought of 'regret'. "So this is why I became a cursed spirit, Satoru?" A certain sect leader, who was pointed at with weapons by his close friends and disciples, sighed and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "You can clean up your own mess, Jay~" The guy who had shrunk to his teenage years wore sunglasses and slumped on a chair, sticking out his tongue and talking coquettishly. ———————————————————— "In the wasteland of magicians, will the only one who remains unchanged be you, Satoru?" Purpose: Love gives people the courage to move forward side by side.