Pushing open the rotten doors, Anna looked at the hall before her, the long-abandoned academy where her mentor had started his career, in the southern province of the Eastern Kingdom. It is said that nearly a century has passed since then. In that era, the Archbishop of the Eastern Kingdom was an apprentice of the Goddess of Harvest, and it was also the time when what was called the artistic renaissance began, with a host of remarkable scholars and Proxies springing up like grass after rain upon these plains. Unfortunately, the majority of that generation of elders were seduced by Chaos, either dragged into hell by their own powers or lured away by external temptations, with only a handful of apprentices surviving the catastrophe. The existence of the mentor was known to Chaos, and Evil Gods began to target him as their objective and stepping stone. The mentor never told his apprentices, who he took in during his later years, how he managed to escape from the pursuit of Chaos. From then on, the mentor no longer prioritized talent, but instead selected children who passed a test of their spirits. Knowledge has become a thing with a price, I had no choice. A light flickered in Anna’s hand, as she thought about the words her mentor often said, while glancing at her Head Maid, Lena, who did not go towards the wall lamp but instead pressed the switch on the wall. "The lamp is broken." The lamp that did not light up made her peer sigh. "Time is the only fair thing in this era. People die, objects deteriorate, the miracles before the Great Destruction slowly turn into relics." As Anna cast light upon that lamp, she heard a noise, and looking towards the direction the sound came from, she saw a zombie emerging from the darkness. The next second, a crossbow arrow penetrated its forehead. As the zombie fell, Anna’s pupils turned gold, and the ripple of a Spell Formation spread out from beneath her feet. Objects began to light up one after another, as several zombies ascended from the steps below. Anna stretched out her hand and clenched it, causing these zombies to spontaneously combust. They wailed as they knelt on the ground, rolling in a futile attempt to extinguish the flames. Alas, the fire of magic isn’t so easily snuffed out. "The southern province is finished, zombies can even brazenly appear in the heart of the province, and the once bustling towns have been abandoned." "Humans abandoned too much during the Great Destruction, we must find the mentor’s diary, start from the beginning, until we find where he lived before he passed away, after our time." Anna finished speaking, a light once again illuminated in her hand: "Let’s go, to the basement." "It’s very strange, a hundred years ago in the Eastern Kingdom, why did some people like to expand buildings underground? If enemies came, wouldn’t they have no way to escape whatsoever?" Lena wondered aloud, following behind her mistress, her curiosity soon answered by Anna: "It’s said that the Eastern Kingdom was the first region to relight the flame of civilization during the Great Destruction Era. Before Darkness Zone advanced westward, this place also preserved the most ancient architecture from before the Great Destruction Era. Perhaps they were copying the design of shelters." "Shelters, that’s still no reason for them to act like moles." Lena said, as she noticed the writing on the wall: "Is the Windsor House’s Dor a fool? Was there a child called Dor in the Windsor House a hundred years ago?" "There was, Elizabeth Dor Windsor." Anna blurted out. "Dor is clearly a boy’s name." Lena looked at her mistress, shaking her head. "The name Dor is very rare in the Windsor House, the last child called Dor was about five or six hundred years ago. Are you sure it was a boy?" After Anna said this, she pointed at the name on the wall. In the end, Lena shook her head: "All right, but could the Duchess really be a student of our mentor?" "That’s normal, isn’t it? After all, she was one of the ten Sages who didn’t get corrupted by Chaos in the first batch of apprentices. As for her age, why would you bring up the age issue with a Legendary Magician? She has dragon’s bloodline, in terms of lifespan, she may not live any shorter than you or me." After saying this, Anna turned back along with her Head Maid. As they gazed at the wall, a small child emerged from within. It was a Wraith, not mad, even looking a bit timid. She wore a black and white maid outfit, small in stature, resembling a Domestic Fairy. "Faputa, a child mentioned several times in the mentor’s diary," Anna said, looking at the child in front of her and speaking to Lena. The little Wraith looked puzzled at the two uninvited guests. - You’re different from those lunatics, you can see me. Are you here for something? "Zombies can’t see Wraiths?" Lena glanced at Anna. "According to intelligence, zombies are artificial life created by ancient humans before the Great Destruction, without true souls, unable to become Transcendents. Perhaps... they truly can’t see them." - They are zombies? Not people? The little Wraith seemed confused, and Anna nodded: "They are zombies." - But... but they walk on two feet, shouldn’t zombies walk on all fours? The puzzlement on the little creature’s face increased. "Walking on two feet?" Anna recalled, the details of her memory flashing through her brain... indeed, they were walking bipedally. "She’s not wrong, I’ve seen them, all walking on two legs," Lena remarked, having noticed the little maid pointing towards the pitch-black hall behind the main door, where she and her mistress saw a group gathered around a bonfire.