“... Umm.” A man opened his eyes in an antique bed.

The man, who had black hair and blue eyes, slowly raised his toned body and laughed when he didn’t see anyone beside him. Had it already been a few years since that dream occurred? It was a memory he didn’t want to forget even after a hundred years, but he felt ashamed when thinking of the dream.

“I’m not a teenager still going through puberty.”

Theo arranged the messy and crumpled bed sheet, and then unlocked the window.

Kkiiik. 

A blinding light filled the dark room without any delay. The only device that used magic in his bedroom was the shade to block out light. As the sun rose halfway on the eastern horizon, the outline of Manavil filled Theo’s view.

The buildings were much taller than they had been a few years ago, and the magic lights that had yet to be turned off lingered on the streets. The red magic lamp which reported emergencies in Meltor was turned off today, and the day started as always.

Today’s going to be a peaceful day.

After the great battle at Elvenheim,...