Passerby Villain In A Wizard World

On the outskirts of Woodhaven City, inside the inner circle of the Mistwood Forest, Ian, Sylvia, and Luna walked along the edge of the fog.

The Mistwood Province, where Ian was now, was named after this vast forest, perpetually shrouded in fog throughout the year.

Due to the unique nature of the mist produced by Mistwood trees, which could block perception and increase danger, the forest was widely known and symbolized both commercial and geographic significance.

"So, you found her at the edge?"

Ian asked Sylvia, who was walking beside him, her face full of smiles.

It had been three days since Ian came to meet her, and they had hardly separated. They were like a newlywed couple on a honeymoon, doing everything imaginable.

In these three days, Sylvia had learned and endured so much that she was astonished by Ian's vast knowledge in that particular area.

"Yeah! She was heavily injured."

"I wasn't injured. I was just affected by this awful place. This place is not for living. I don't know how you managed to survive in this godforsaken place," Luna snarked in annoyance.

"If I were in my homeland, you would see how powerful I am," she muttered, still bitter about Ian's treatment over the past days.

Ian's perception was sharp, and he easily overheard her mumbling. However, he didn't care much about her complaints and instead asked,

"So, you're from Elmspring of Elandor?"

Ian's interest was piqued. From what he knew through the Arcane Passage, Elandor was an Elven plane adrift in the void, seeking the destined ones.

Although vastly different from this world, it had powerful organizations and various regions, much like other realms.

"Yeah, I'm from Elmspring, which is thousands of times more beautiful than this barren land," Luna replied with pride, not missing an opportunity to belittle Ian.

"That's for sure," Ian readily agreed.

To him, any place with higher mana density was better than this one. Elandor, famous for its beauty and natural richness, was a treasure trove many powerful wizards longed to access but couldn't.

"Hmph," Luna huffed, growing frustrated at Ian's nonchalant demeanor.

"Hehe, Luna, you don't have to dislike Ian, you know. He could be a good friend of yours," Sylvia giggled, trying to ease the tension between them.

"Tch... You were screaming with joy for three days straight. No wonder you find him good," Luna retorted, rolling her eyes dramatically.

"You...!" Sylvia was so flustered and angry that she struggled to understand how this little fairy had such a sharp tongue.

Ian laughed at their playful banter as they continued walking along the edge.

"Alright, now that you're going to Elandor, I should tell you a few things."

As they approached their destination, Ian grew serious and caught Sylvia's attention.

"From what I know, Elandor is an Elven plane that chooses its inhabitants based on destiny."

Ian began sharing his knowledge.

"However, just because it chose you doesn't mean you can relax and expect to become stronger automatically," Ian warned, his tone solemn.

"Like this world, the Elven realm isn't without danger. There are many magical creatures, and danger lurks everywhere.

Other races also inhabit the plane. While Elves are powerful, they aren't invincible. If possible, join an organization and work to become strong as quickly as you can."

Though Elandor seemed like a grand opportunity, it ultimately depended on how one handled it.

Ian also knew the plane was rife with dark races and abyssal creatures, making it highly perilous.

"Um..." Sylvia nodded.

"Say, Ian, how do you know so much about Elandor?"

Luna interrupted, curious after hearing Ian's detailed explanations.

She had been told by her elders that knowledge of Elandor was reserved for those at least at the Elder level, far beyond Ian's strength.

"I read about it in an ancient book," Ian replied vaguely, earning an eye roll from Luna.

Ian didn't care. After all, he couldn't possibly say it was from an opportunity of Carl, right?

'Come to think of it, I must grab that one too.'

He thought then turned back to Sylvia.

"My knowledge about Elandor is limited, but I do know there's a strong organization called the Verdant Council. It's composed of chosen elites. If you find the opportunity, try to join them."

He shared everything he could recall. As far as he knew, the Verdant Council of Elandor was as powerful as an Eight-ring wizard organization.

"Okay," Sylvia nodded.

By now, they had reached their destination—a dark void crack amid the fog, roughly the size of an adult human.

From the outside, it was impossible to discern where it led, but Ian's heightened perception detected faint traces of wood elemental energy leaking from the void.

'This bloodline passive is truly useful,' Ian thought, grateful for his ability to sense and locate the void crack without the intense focus others might require.

"So, it's time," Ian said.

"Um..." Sylvia replied, her mood heavy with reluctance.

However, they had already resolved to part ways.

Seeing the time had arrived, Sylvia tiptoed, hugged Ian tightly, and kissed him one last time while Ian indulged her briefly before letting her go.

"Be careful," he said.

"Um..." Sylvia nodded.

But she refused to say goodbye, believing it implied permanent separation. She didn't want to think about being apart from Ian for long.

In fact, that's why she left without notifying her parents or sister. They knew she would leave but didn't know when.

"Hey, wait for me!" Luna called, landing on Sylvia's shoulder, her face full of relief.

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'Finally, I don't have to see this guy anymore,' Luna thought happily, crossing through the mist with Sylvia.

However, noticing Sylvia's somber mood, Luna tried to console her.

"Hey, why are you sad? Wait until we reach Elmspring. I'll show you how powerful I am. That guy of yours is too weak."

She flexed her non-existent muscles trying to show her power.

Sylvia was amused and joked,

"You have no idea how strong he is."

"Huh? You don't understand, he's really too weak. Do you want me to test him?" Luna asked innocently, missing Sylvia's innuendo.

"Hehe, you're not even the size of his weapon. How could you test him?" Sylvia giggled, her mood improving.

"Hey, I'm not always this small! Wait until we reach home, and I'll show you my full form," Luna replied defensively before asking in confusion,

"But... is his weapon really that strong?"

Sylvia giggled mischievously, teasing the naive fairy.

"Hehe, yes. He's very strong. Haven't you noticed over the past three days? It's also... delicious," she said, barely suppressing her laughter.

"Huh? Weapons can't be delicious! Hey, don't leave me!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

As Sylvia approached the portal, Luna dismissed the strange topic and hurried after her.

Sylvia turned around one last time, smiled beautifully at Ian, and stepped into the portal, heading toward an unknown land in search of an uncertain future.

'I will definitely return and beat you when that time comes,' she declared with strong conviction filled with unwavering determination.