A month passed as Theo enjoyed staying in the Northern Great Forest and spending time with Ellenoa. It was longer than he had spent in the city. However, like a rippling stream, time never stopped flowing, and it was soon the time to part.

“Sigh...”

Theo sighed with deep regret when he realized he had to leave. When had his body and mind ever been so calm?

If the honeymoon with two brides had been filled with new things, then life in Elvenheim was peace itself. The day would start with lively birdsong and end with Ellenoa. The high elves treated him with respect and friendliness. He was called Benefactor everywhere he went, even by the elves harvesting crops and fruits.

It is a situation I can’t dream of if I stayed in Meltor... But I don’t feel bad. Rather, I am coming to grips with my old memories.

Theo was the greatest magician on the continent and Chief Tower Master. However, twenty years ago, Theo had just been someone from a rural village, the Miller Barony. The inhabitants of the land, which...