"If only it were so easy," I murmured, showing a haphazard smile.
"You don't believe me?" Fate asked, raising her eyebrows.
I looked up at her, blinking in confusion. She was serious?
"I am," she answered my unspoken thought. "And it's not impossible."
"But I'm just...me! It's a miracle I managed to reach eighth, but ninth?" I shook my head. "It takes hundreds of years to break into the ninth level. It takes countless hours of study, practice, and experience. I've barely known magic for two years. Someone like me can't reach Selena's level."
"And who decided that?"
I opened my mouth, but closed it again. When I really thought about it, I found I had no answer.
"You're a stronger mage than many ninth-level mages. And only two years? Think of it this way: you've accomplished what normally takes over a hundred years in those two simple years. Do you know that, with the help of me and this realm, reaching the ninth is truly out of the realm of possibility?"
