Mylanne City.
When Caelan returned to this old place, everything felt as if it belonged to another lifetime.
It had clearly only been a few months since he had last come back, yet he felt an indescribable sense of unfamiliarity.
He walked across the school's athletic field, quietly enjoying the breeze brushing past him.
Because school had not started yet, the campus was very quiet. Before he knew it, Caelan had arrived at the teaching building where he had once forged his longsword.
Back then, he had shed who knew how much sweat here.
But looking back on it now, everything had been worth it.
Caelan picked up his longsword. Although it had been reforged by the dwarven blacksmith, traces of its former self still remained.
Just then, a surprised voice sounded from outside the door.
"Student Caelan? Why are you back?"
