I soon returned my head to its original position.

I wasn't a turtle, after all. I couldn't just keep sticking my neck out forever. Muttering to myself as if responding to Aiden's words, I fumbled my fingers aimlessly.

"A wizard, huh…"

When I had asked Aiden about magic related to memory in the past, he had shaken his head, saying he knew nothing about it.

But maybe... high-level wizards might know something.

After all, in novels, there are often secret books circulating only among important people, right?

No matter how genius Aiden might be, his experience still made him a mere rookie.