As the sun began to set, the streets of Asterium turned bright red, resembling the sky. Mirpa enjoyed the cool breeze at the top of the tall bell tower as she looked down at the view of the city she had visited just a few days ago. Following Doomstone and collecting extremely rare by-products wasn’t bad, but it also felt good to relax while calmly enjoying the breeze.

"Is this why the Youngest ran away from home?" Mirpa smirked and laughed at the sentiment she had never felt before.

When she was young, times were not as peaceful as they were now. It was a turbulent period where she had to fight, study, and become stronger to battle the beings known as demons that no one had ever heard of, brought by the Demon King. In an era where the lives of many powerful people faded away and the weak survived only when they became strong, such a peaceful future like this could not be imagined.

"He's such an old man.” She could not believe he ran away from home at such a young age in search of freedom when she was just now looking to have some leisure. No matter how much she thought about it, she was sure...