Chapter 4: King Julian
It was in the middle of a forest, covered by the lightless veil of the night, when a small encampment could be seen, comprising several small tents and a bigger royal tent.
A few meters away from the encampment, a small group of men wearing medieval costumes could be seen encircling Alister, who was dressed in a modern school uniform that made him remarkably distinct.
"Welcome to our world, hero."
The old wizard greeted Alister with a calm, knowing smile after he had finished casting the spell on him.
Alister simply stood and stared at the wizard for an unknown amount of time, his puzzled expression reflecting his inner turmoil as his mind attempted to process what had just occurred.
'Magic exists in this world? Who would've thought that I would have the opportunity to experience true spell casting once in my miserable life.'
Alister was naturally thrilled — as someone from a world where magic was regarded as nothing more than mere wishes, experiencing it was entirely unexplainable. He even began to imagine himself casting spells, wondering how incredibly cool it would be.
"Do you understand what I am saying?"
The wizard asked kindly, noting that Alister had not yet responded to his greeting.
"Yeah, I understand."
Alister replied casually with a composed expression on his face. But then, he suddenly realized something, and his face froze — he was able to speak and understand their language!