This was the summer of Eugene’s nineteenth year.

Although the weather outside was hot and humid, the interior of Akron felt comfortable.

Eugene’s shaggy hair had been left tied up casually. Although the interior of Akron was rife with spells used to guarantee various conveniences such as air purification and temperature control, Eugene was the only one who could be seen wearing a fur-lined cloak in this sweltering heat.

He didn’t have any particular reason for it. It was just comfortable. Contrary to its heavy appearance, the Cloak of Darkness barely weighed anything.

Although this fact was already obvious, magic truly was convenient.

Even the small weight that Eugene did feel wasn’t enough to burden him. Since he had been going about his daily training while strapping heavy sandbags onto his body ever since he was ten years old, there was no way that the weight of this cloak would make him feel uncomfortable.

It wasn’t hot either. The cloak resonated with its wearer’s sensory systems and constantly monitored both internal...