On the mainland, everyone knows that the wizard clan was wiped out two hundred years ago. Therefore, Ryan feels that he should be the last wizard in the world.
He had been carefully hiding his identity with his tail between his legs for many years, and finally couldn't help but look up at the stars in loneliness late one night, when suddenly dozens of sharp knives were placed on his neck.
"Pick the stars from the sky for me, little wizard!"
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