Stepping down from the carriage, Ruvian found himself standing along a quiet road within Natoris Town, his gaze already fixed upon the familiar house ahead.
The residence of House Castelor.
It had been almost two months since he had last stood here, yet somehow, the place looked almost exactly as he remembered it. Seeing it again caused a strange warmth to slowly rise within his chest.
Behind him, the carriage soon began moving once more, its rattling wheels gradually fading into the distance.
Ruvian remained there silently for a moment, simply gazing at the house while the cool wind brushed lightly through his hair.
And before he even realized it, a small smile had already formed upon his face.
Ever since entering the academy, Ruvian had slowly begun noticing something strange about himself.
