The sound of the wind echoes across the tranquil lake, as if the monster is roaring in response to his voice. A proud and lonely cry.

We met once when I was a child. Do you remember me? You said you were my mother's friend, and she introduced you as "Uncle Mithra." You gave us an artifact resembling a monkey's arm...

Grab ahold of your pen. We'll show you a series of miracles so bountiful that you won't be able to keep up.

We’ve lived this long because we avoided taking responsibility for anything, you know?

Wanting to beat up the guys who piss you off — that's the kind of logic I can follow. Much better than "let's all get along." Hey, you Southern brat. You might actually get by pretty well in the North.

It’s just like I told you before. White almost killed me. And I ended up killing him while I desperately tried to resist. I angered White by saying that I wanted to know loneliness. I tested the bounds of loneliness — and in the end I learnt what it truly meant to be alone.

Grant me strength, Sage. You are the one who guides us. Believe in me. I believe in you.

I’m quite fond of you all. Be it wine or humans — bizarre abnormalities carry stories that are just as rich as those of outstanding excellencies.

You guys get so hung up on the little things. Heath, Nero, Faust, you're all my favorites. So be proud of yourselves.

That goes for us all. We are all burdened with roles we never wished for. Do not assume that you alone can escape.

What's wrong with being kind? What's wrong with getting along with everyone? It’s not going to kill you.

Would you like to see if I can control you as I wish, Mithra?

Wizards use magic with their hearts. If they betray their hearts...... If they break a promise or a contract, they lose their magic.

Hmhm~. Let the meat sauce cook overnight~......

.....Get lost. No matter how deep your resentment, no matter how furious your rage.... It is no match for mine.

Faust. The Granvelle monarchy has continued for generations after Alec's death.

Heath nods timidly. His breath sounds like he's holding back his tears as he gently clutches the music box to his chest. It's as if Heathcliff — who can’t grasp how to love himself — is trying to gently and awkwardly save his own soul as well.

......We’re always the ones who lose out! It's all Owen's fault! He's a Northern wizard too, right!? The Northern wizards are the reason people hate all wizards....! I hate the Northern wizards....!

I like camping, too. The campfire is always warm and pretty, and the stars in the sky are such a sight to behold. I can have fun anywhere long as you’re there with me, Chloe.

No matter how many voices call out my name, to me they are nothing more than the cold winds of winter passing by.

You said you weren't cut out to live with others, but...... I like the time that I spend with you, Nero.

......I’ve never eaten anything so good....... It feels like my mouth is in heaven..... It’s truly delicious. Thank you so much, Nero.

......When Mistress asked me to be Heath’s friend...... For the first time in my life, I felt like I had a place where I belonged. I felt glad to be a wizard. Because I was a wizard, Mistress had reached out to me, and I would get to be friends with Young Master Heath.

I'm a shut-in. I don't particularly enjoy solving mysteries. Ask the other wizards to figure it out.

Sorry, sorry. Keeping secrets just happens to be my hobby.

I don’t think Shino wants any kind of reward, or anything in return from you, Heath. He wants to do something for you just because you’re you.

I'm sure I'll wake up early tomorrow. I can’t wait to open my eyes in the morning. Thank you, Nero. Thank you for giving me a reason to look forward to tomorrow.

Fufu. One day, I’ll inflict the exact same pain on you, and take delight in your screams as I open a fresh bottle of wine. Just you wait.

"Mithra. Maximum warning: handle with extra caution. Don’t be fooled by his looks and his polite speech. He’s a beast. He’ll kill you."

When Mother died, when Father died — when it was just Mitile and me — you were my heart’s anchor, Uncle Mithra! But you've forgotten it all, and now you’re messing everything up — Mister Mithra, you crappy idiot!!

Why are you running away? I'm talking about you. Do you hate yourself so much that you want to run away? Is your true self someone you’d rather avert your eyes from?

Here, look. This scarf was created by my beloved Chloe. It's the only one in the world. It has my favorite blue bird embroidered on it, too. It’s a bit torn, but that’s no cause for concern. For I have a friend who's very good at needlework.

Rustica is tall and handsome, so he looks good in everything. But getting him into the outfit is the hard part! He does his buttons up all wrong, and his laces are always coming untied. He’s clumsy in the weirdest ways, so it can be a whole chore.

......Do you ever question your way of life?

I am the successor to the crown of Central Country — the First Prince Arthur! Know your place!

But we know very well that both fortune and misfortune are but grass growing from the same earth. For if there is joy to be had in being together, there is also grief. And we cherish both equally.

......We’re always the ones who lose out! It's all Owen's fault! He's a Northern wizard too, right!? The Northern wizards are the reason people hate all wizards....! I hate the Northern wizards....!

Who I choose to be of use to is a decision for me alone. I’m willing to sacrifice my life for my Master and Mistress at Blanchett. But if anyone else wants to use my power, they’d better beg me for it. I refuse to kiss up to a bunch of jerks who sit around and whine all day.

I can’t move my legs either...... Stop it, Owen! I'm begging you, please stop......!

One more word. I'm probably going to die soon.

Fufu. One day, I’ll inflict the exact same pain on you, and take delight in your screams as I open a fresh bottle of wine. Just you wait.

Humans possessed by fear will easily carry out more horrifying cruelties than the most vicious wizard in the world. What if the crowd turns into a violent mob? What if they attempt to trample your brother to death? What will you do then, wizard of the South?

...Oh my, Sir Knight. It suits you quite well — my eyeball, that is.

Laughing like drunkards, Arthur pulls on Oz’s hair while Cain attempts to take off Oz’s shoes.

No. But the Valley of Storms is known to be a retreat for hermits. I don’t know what kinds of people live there, but perhaps they too loathe the human world and wish to be left quietly alone.

I hear they stripped you of your position and kicked you out after they discovered you were a wizard. No wonder your sword wielding skills were out of this world.

Perhaps Owen was simply having a fun time chatting, and Nicholas felt pressed into jumping off the balcony because of it.

You loathe me and you love me. You blame me and you forgive me. You pity me, and you think of me nostalgically. Am I wrong?

What a kind person he is...... Even though his own mother, the Queen, abandoned him in the Northern mountains when he was a child......

Rustica is tall and handsome, so he looks good in everything. But getting him into the outfit is the hard part! He does his buttons up all wrong, and his laces are always coming untied. He’s clumsy in the weirdest ways, so it can be a whole chore.