Prologue - My Wizard “Alya, you’re such a hard worker.” Since I was a child, I have been told these words many times. I always felt a sense of discomfort with those words. I just did my best, why should I be praised? It’s only natural that we should do our best to deal with what’s in front of us, and it would be strange if we didn’t. Even after realizing that these ideas of mine belonged to an extreme minority, I had no intention of changing my way of life. I should just keep working hard and aiming high, to attain my ideal self...... “If you don’t like it so much, do it by yourself!” At that moment when I was nine years old and my classmates isolated me like that, I knew that I didn’t want anyone to understand this way of life. It doesn’t matter if no one understands me, if no one praises me, as long as I myself know of my efforts, that’s all that matters. I had no hesitation in continuing to aim high on my own in this way. ......At least that was how it was supposed to be. Until that day at school when the teacher asked me that question. “What do you want to be in the future?” It was a simple question, really. But I was horrified to find that the answer to that question was not within me. I had no goals in life. Anyway, while striving for greater heights, I myself didn’t know what I was looking for at the end of it all. The moment I realized this, I had doubts and hesitations about my own way of life, which was simply just seeking to reach higher and higher. I’m like a balloon who’s......mooring rope was broken.[1] I could only fly upwards. The more I fly, the darker the scenery becomes and the harder it is to breathe. Still, there was no one to ask for help. There was no one to even ask if this way of life was right or not.