An elderly man and woman waited for them.

  “Grandma!” A tight hug followed.

  “Oh, my child! You’ve grown so much,” Maria said.

  “Still a brat, though?” Arthur teased.

  “Gramps!” Another tight hug.

  “Oh! Is this our grandson?” Maria asked, surprised. Six years old, she thought. Penelope wrote he was six. But he looks… The boy before her was a refined young gentleman, far more mature than any six-year-old she’d ever seen.

  “Yes, he is,” Alice confirmed, gesturing towards Leon.

  “But…he looks so different,” Maria said.

  “Yes, he is different,” Alice repeated.

  “Come to Grandma, come,” Maria said, opening her arms, expecting Leon to rush into her embrace. A typical grandparent-grandchild reunion.

  “He won’t do that,” Alice said casually.

  “Why not?” Maria asked, puzzled.

  “As I said, my master is different. He thinks differently, speaks differently, and acts differently,” Alice expined.

  Arthur stepped forward, standing tall before Leon. “What’s your name?” he asked, even though he already knew.

  “My name is Leon Ryler. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” Leon said, extending his hand.

  Arthur accepted the handshake. “I’m Arthur Xynder. Your mother is my daughter.”

  “My parents told me about you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet my grandparents,” Leon said.

  “The pleasure is all ours,” Arthur replied.

  “Oh my,” Maria said, a touch of disappointment in her voice. “Is that how I’m supposed to greet my grandson?”

  Alice, standing beside her, said, “Yes. My master is different, you see.”

  Albert, Penelope, and the rest of the group approached, having watched the interaction unfold.

  “How are you doing, Mom?” Penelope asked, embracing her mother.

  “Your father and I are doing fine. How about you?” Maria replied.

  “We’ve been busy these past few days, preparing for this long journey. But everything’s fine,” Penelope said.

  “Your father and I heard some rumors among the vilgers,” Maria said. “They say strange things have been happening in the nearby forest. A group of herb gatherers cimed they encountered a huge flying monster while foraging—a wyvern, they said. If I’d heard the rumors sooner, I would have included it in my letter. Have you encountered anything like that in the forest?”

  “Let’s talk more inside, Mom,” Penelope suggested. “My people are tired from the journey.”

  “Oh, where are my manners?” Maria said, realizing her oversight. “I’m so sorry. I was just curious and got carried away.”

  “It’s okay, Mom,” Penelope reassured her.

  Maria turned to the group outside the carriage. “Please, everyone, come in. Welcome to our humble home.”

  “Arthur,” Maria called to her husband, “could you show the adventurers to their rooms so they can rest? I’ll prepare some food and drinks.”

  “Of course, dear,” Arthur replied.

  “Penelope, can you show the guards to their quarters?” Maria asked.

  “I’ll take care of it,” Penelope said.

  “By the way,” Maria remarked, her gaze following the guards, “why are your guards so… well, so heavily armed? They look incredibly strong and… enormous.”

  “It’s just part of our preparations, Mom,” Penelope said dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. Just focus on what you need to do.”

  “Alright,” Maria agreed.

  Two figures stood motionless outside the heavy front door, two more by the rear entrance, while pairs patrolled the perimeter – one moving clockwise, the other counterclockwise. Guards were stationed inside as well, no doubt. Each man was equipped in the same manner: spear and shield, with the glint of a sword hilt visible at the hip.

  “Albert,” Arthur remarked, his voice ced with a touch of exasperation, “must these men never rest? They’re as rigid as statues, every moment.”

  One of the guards, positioned silently behind Leon, offered a clipped response. “Our duty is ongoing, sir.”

  Maria approached, a tray den with drinks in her hands. “Surely they could take a moment for refreshment? Please,” she urged, offering the tray.

  “Thank you, madame,” the guard replied, unmoving. “But we partake together, in unison. It is our custom.”

  Maria’s eyebrows arched. “Good heavens. What manner of discipline have you instilled in them, Albert?” she questioned, turning towards the sound of approaching footsteps.

  A figure stepped into view – it was the guard leader. “It is the Spartan way, madame,” he stated, his voice resonating with authority.

  A hush seemed to settle in the air, thick with unspoken history. The Book of Four Hundred. It was whispered to be an ancient text, older than any record, some even ciming pre-Pangaean origins. Such tales were often dismissed as folklore, relegated to the E-css level of historical significance in a world where the System Creator was considered the ultimate origin point. Yet, the whispers persisted, hinting at a deeper, older past.

  “Sir,” Erica inquired, her voice softer now, “if I may ask, what is your name?”

  “Leonidaz,” he answered, the name resonating with a simir ancient weight.

  Penelope chuckled gently. “Isn’t that something? When we were choosing names for our son, ‘Leon’ was high on the list, inspired by legends of warriors like…well, like you, apparently.”

  “Indeed, madame?” Leonidaz inclined his head slightly, a hint of something that might have been pride in his voice. “It is…an honour to hear that a mere name of mine holds such regard.”

  “It’s actually because my husband is also a big fan of the book. From what he’s told me, Leonidaz was a legendary hero of the past, unmatched in physical combat. He and his team of 400 warriors answered the call to battle when the Demon King threatened to conquer the human nds. They say these 400 resolute humans stood against hundreds of thousands of monstrous foes. Days and nights blurred into weeks and months of relentless fighting. Finally, the Demon King’s patience snapped. How could a mere 400 humans continue to withstand his vast army? He himself descended upon the battlefield, and indeed, the 400 still held their ground. Before them y mountains of fallen monsters. Struck by their unwavering tenacity and bravery, the Demon King approached them, offering power and riches beyond imagination. To his fury, they utterly rejected him. He cursed them, his voice a thundercp, yet he regained his composure and tried another approach. He decred he would withdraw his army and spare all human lives – a tempting proposition indeed. But there was a condition: the 400 warriors must swear fealty, bowing before him and acknowledging him, the Demon King, as their god.

  “Leonidaz and his warriors knelt, forming a triangur formation, with Leonidaz at the forefront. Mistaking this for surrender, the Demon King roared with maniacal ughter. Little did he realize… it was a ruse. The 399 channeled their power into Leonidaz. Surging with energy, he rose and hurled the Spear of Tintreach with every ounce of his strength. The spear flew with such speed that the instant it left his hand, it pierced the Demon King’s chest, leaving a gaping hole. But the Demon King had an ace of his own. Even in death, he was not defeated – he immediately resurrected, his precious second life ignited. Enraged at losing his advantage to such a simple trick, he unleashed his fury. Arrows of darkness rained from the heavens, blotting out the sky. The 400, having expended their st reserves of strength and mana on that final attack, stood motionless, heads held high. Moments ter, they were all impaled and fell, their glorious stand at an end.”

  “Madame Penelope, what a fascinating way you told the story of my favorite book,” Leonidaz said.

  “Thank you. I love that book as well. My husband actually understands it even better than I do,” Penelope replied.

  “As you said, Madame Penelope, it was your husband who introduced us to this book,” Leonidaz said, pulling a worn copy from his space pocket. “From that moment on, my men and I have revered it. We’ve studied its contents and learned a great deal.”

  Veldemrt chimed in, “I’ve heard stories of their heroism, too. Legend has it that Leonidaz’s ‘spear throw’ was a unique and incredibly powerful technique. They say one needed the strength and tenacity of four hundred warriors to use it. Of course, that seems impossible. How could anyone possess the strength of four hundred men, let alone surpass Leonidaz himself? Even Leonidaz, according to your story, didn’t perform the feat single-handedly, did he?”

  “That makes perfect sense,” Penelope agreed. “If it were true, no one could replicate the technique unless they commanded the strength of hundreds of warriors.”

  Penelope turned to her husband. “Honey, what do you think?”

  “I believe that with intense discipline and training, anything is possible,” Albert said.

  “I agree with you, Master Albert,” Leonidaz affirmed.

  “Enough of the epic tales,” Maria interjected, turning to her husband. “Hon, call everyone over. The food and drinks I’ve painstakingly prepared are ready.”

  “You didn’t need to add ‘painstakingly’,” Arthur teased.

  Maria pyfully gred at him.

  “Haha,” Arthur chuckled.

  The day turns to night.

  Outside the house, a bench faced the flower garden. Leon sat there, captivated by the beauty of the vilge night. Alice sat beside him. Two guards stood watch behind them.

  “So, this is what you’ve been talking about nonstop? It’s beautiful,” Leon said.

  “It is,” Alice agreed. “The nights here are peaceful and quiet. No monsters appear, and the air is so calming.”

  “You said you grew up here?” Leon asked.

  “Yes. I was six when Penelope left me here. Grandma and gramps took care of me. They treated me like their own child, and I grew up loving them more than anything. I can’t imagine the world without them. They’re my real grandparents.”

  “I understand,” Leon said. “I wish I felt the same way about my own family.”

  It was the first time Leon had seen Alice so serious, so lost in thought.

  Until…

  “You can,” Alice said. “We can stay here. Then we can start a family.”

  “What?” Leon excimed.

  “I mean…we and our grandparents will become one big family,” Alice stammered.

  “Don’t make a fool of me,” Leon said, his tone sharp.

  “It was just a slip of the tongue,” Alice mumbled, looking away.

  “That’s it. I’m going to bed,” Leon said, standing up.

  “Where are you going?” Alice asked.

  “To sleep. Good night.” Leon turned to the guards. “Guards, you’re dismissed. Good night.”

  “Ahoo! Ahoo!” the guards responded in unison, stamping their spears on the ground.

  Alice followed Leon. “Master, can I sleep with you tonight?” she asked.

  “You have your own room. Use it,” Leon replied.

  As Leon approached his room, he found his mother waiting by the door, arms folded tightly. One foot tapped impatiently against the floor, her posture radiating frustration.

  “Mother, what are you doing here?” he asked, slowing his steps.

  “Son, won’t you… feed from me?” Her voice wavered between pleading and irritation.

  “I already told you, Mom—I’m done with that.”

  “But my breasts ache. Look how swollen they are!” She gestured downward, and before Leon could react, a jet of milk sprayed from her neglected nipple, striking his cheek.

  “Ah! It’s in my eye!” He recoiled, wiping at his face.

  “Sorry, sorry!” Penelope fumbled, dabbing his skin with her sleeve. “I didn’t mean to squeeze—it’s just… unbearable like this.”

  “Ask Dad. He’ll know what to do.”

  “I’ve tried! He refuses to drink it!” Her voice slightly raised.

  “Then figure it out together,” Leon snapped, shoving the door open.

  “Wait—just a little sip, please—”

  “Good night, Mom.” The door smmed, cutting off her plea.

  Across the hall, Albert’s head jerked up at the noise. There stood Penelope, milk staining her blouse, her expression hollow.

  “Drink this. And don’t spill a drop,” she muttered. “I won’t tolerate waste.”

  Before dawn, while the house still slept, Alice was already awake and moving with quiet purpose. She efficiently took care of various tasks, ensuring a smoother morning for Maria and Arthur. When they finally awoke, much of the work was already done. Their hearts ached; it had been six long years since they’d st seen Alice.

  “Alice,” Maria called softly.

  “Oh, Grandma, you’re awake!” Alice replied, a warm smile spreading across her face.

  Maria approached and, without a word, pulled Alice into a tight embrace. “We missed you so much,” she whispered, tears welling in her eyes. “Why did you stay away so long?”

  Arthur joined the heartfelt reunion, his own embrace conveying the depth of their longing. After the tearful reunion, Alice expined, her voice tinged with regret. “I’m so sorry, Grandma and Grandpa. After Leon was born, things got incredibly hectic. Penelope needed my help, and while she could have hired help, I wanted to be there for her personally. I’d do anything for her.”

  “We understand your devotion to her,” Maria said, dabbing at her eyes. “You told us about it. Still, we couldn’t help but feel sad and lonely.”

  “I know, and I’m truly sorry,” Alice replied. “But I’m here now. Let’s make the most of our time together.”

  “You’re right,” Maria agreed, a hint of a smile returning. “Dwelling on the past won’t do any good.”

  “I’ve made your favorite breakfast,” Alice announced, gesturing towards a table den with freshly baked bread topped with creamy cheese, and their favorite herbal tea, infused with the roots of wild fire orchid and dried wild ice flowers. “Don’t tell anyone,” she added conspiratorially, lowering her voice, “I made this just for the three of us.”

  Arthur chuckled at Alice’s enthusiasm. “Come sit, quickly!” Alice urged, her eyes sparkling.

  The two elderly people savored the early morning treats prepared by their granddaughter, a tender, loving gesture they knew they wouldn’t find anywhere else. This was precisely why they loved her so dearly, and perhaps, one of the reasons she was also a little spoiled.

  As the sun crested the horizon, casting long shadows across the courtyard, the house stirred to life. Alice, Alicia, and their grandparents were already busily preparing breakfast. They’d assembled a long, rectangur dining table by joining several smaller tables together, covering it with a vibrant floral tablecloth. The impressive spread could easily accommodate forty people. Among noble families, communal meals of this size were usually reserved for close retives. However, the Ryler family, known for their genuine appreciation of those they considered important, readily disregarded such traditions. Their hospitality and warmth extended to anyone they held in high regard.

  “Good morning, everyone,” Alice announced, her voice ringing out across the courtyard. “Please, take a seat. Don’t be shy.”

  “What’s the occasion?” Abinica, Veldemrt’s healer, inquired, emerging from the main house along with several other guests.

  “Nothing special,” Alice replied with a warm smile. “Just breakfast.”

  Alicia gracefully guided the guests to their designated pces at the table.

  Veldemrt’s team, who had been staying in the guest wing, settled into their seats.

  A group of guards, who had been quartered in the barracks, then arrived. Stripped of their armor, their physiques were even more impressive. Their muscles, honed by intense training and conditioning, rippled beneath their skin. The adventurers and carriage drivers, who had arrived earlier and were seated near the end of the table, couldn’t help but admire the guards’ imposing presence. Once seated, the guards maintained a disciplined silence, a stark contrast to the lively chatter that had filled the courtyard moments before, creating a momentary awkwardness.

  A few minutes ter, Leon emerged from the main house, followed by a still half-asleep Erica. Albert and Penelope trailed behind them, also coming from the main house.

  “Good morning master,” Alice greeted Leon.

  “Good morning,” he replied, stifling a yawn.

  “What’s the deal?” Erica asked, rubbing her eyes.

  “Nothing much,” Alice said. “Just a simple breakfast.”

  “Simple?” Erica echoed skeptically.

  “Good morning, Penelope and Albert,” Alice said, turning to greet them.

  “Good morning,” Penelope responded, followed by Albert.

  Arthur took his pce at the head of the long table. He paused, surveying the assembled guests, then spoke. “Please, don’t be armed by this unexpected gathering. This is simply breakfast. However, you might be wondering why we’ve invited you all. It’s because each and every one of you is important to us. We believe that our son-in-w and daughter chose or appointed you to accompany them on this journey. Therefore, you are all valued members of their circle, and we want to express our appreciation by sharing this meal with you. Whether it’s breakfast, lunch, dinner, or any other occasion, we want you to feel at ease and welcome in our home. That’s all.”

  “The food is ready,” Maria announced, her voice filled with warmth. “Please, eat to your heart’s content.”

  A murmur of excitement rippled through the guests. The spread before them was truly remarkable, a feast rarely seen at breakfast. Several varieties of bread, still warm from the oven, beckoned invitingly. A selection of hot beverages, including rich hot chocote, fragrant coffee, and various herbal teas, filled the air with their enticing aromas. Chilled spirited beverages were also avaible for those who desired them. And, most impressively, there was a ptter of A-rank monster meat—a delicacy usually found only in the finest restaurants and known for its exorbitant price.

  While the other guests heartily enjoyed the feast, Maria noticed that Albert only picked at his food, his appetite seemingly absent. Concerned, she leaned towards him. “Albert, is something wrong? We chose only the finest ingredients, prepared with the utmost care. Is it not to your liking?”

  “It’s not that at all,” Albert assured her. “I’m simply not very hungry.”

  “But how?” Maria asked, puzzled.

  “It’s a long story,” Albert replied. “But please, don’t worry. The food is exquisite, I can tell. More importantly, it’s clear it was made with love. I can see it in all of you, especially in Alice. Just seeing you and Grandpa happy makes me happy too.”

  “You’re right,” Maria agreed. “Especially with Alice here, the house feels alive again.”

  “She’s a blessing to this family,” Albert added.

  Maria’s gaze drifted towards Alice, who was doting on Leon, carefully selecting various dishes and drinks for him, despite his gentle protests.

  “Indeed, she is. We’re so gd she’s back. I’ve noticed how fond she is of your son.”

  “It’s true,” Albert chuckled. “Even when Penelope was pregnant, she was constantly asking when the baby would arrive. And now, well, you see her devotion. It’s the same kind of protectiveness she showed towards Penelope.”

  “Do you think it’s entirely healthy?” Maria wondered aloud.

  “I believe it’s her way of expressing affection,” Albert mused. “Especially after the tragedy her family suffered. It’s her way of connecting and caring.”

  “Whenever I think of her past,” Maria said, her voice softening, “I just want to hold her close and tell her she’s not alone anymore.”

  “She has a family now,” Albert reminded her gently. “A family she clearly cherishes, even if her affection sometimes manifests as…obsession. And we love her for it.”

  “I feel the same,” Maria agreed. “I love that child dearly. She’s like a daughter to me.”

  Penelope, who had overheard their conversation, joined in. “In other words,” she said, a pyful glint in her eyes, “we support whatever she decides for herself.”

  “Though,” Albert teased, “perhaps ‘ourselves’ is a more accurate description.”

  “Anyway!” Penelope excimed, changing the subject. “Why aren’t you eating, my love?”

  “It’s because you—” Albert began, but Penelope swiftly pced a piece of meat in his mouth.

  “That’s better,” she decred with a smile.

  After the hearty breakfast, Alice quietly drew her grandparents aside.

  “I have a gift for both of you,” she said, a pyful glint in her eyes.

  “Oh, really?” Maria asked, her voice brimming with excitement. “What is it?”

  “It’s not a tangible object,” Alice replied, her smile widening.

  “Then what is it, my dear?” Maria inquired, her curiosity piqued.

  “You know Leon is… special, right?” Alice began, her voice softening.

  “Yes,” Maria replied, a hint of concern in her tone. “What about him?”

  Alice leaned closer and whispered something in Maria’s ear. “What!?” Maria excimed, her eyes widening in surprise.

  “Shhh!” Alice cautioned, pcing a finger to her lips. “Don’t tell anyone, Grandma. This is our secret.”

  “What did you tell your grandmother?” Arthur asked, joining them.

  “You can tell Grandpa,” Alice said, nodding towards Maria.

  Maria whispered the secret to Arthur. “Really?” Arthur asked, his voice filled with a mixture of surprise and wonder. “Are you… truly certain?”

  “Yes, Grandpa,” Alice confirmed, her voice firm. “I love being with Leon, and I intend to be with him… forever.”

  “Have you spoken to Penelope about this?” Arthur asked.

  “Not yet,” Alice admitted. “But I will, someday.”

  “We won’t stand in your way,” Maria said gently. “But we can’t exactly… help you either.”

  “I understand, Grandma,” Alice replied. “And don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”

  “Oh, and,” she added, a mischievous smile returning to her face, “please live a long, long life. I want to bring my children to this house.”

  “Whose children?” Arthur asked, a twinkle in his eye.

  “Mine, of course!” Alice decred. “And not just one, hopefully,” she added with a giggle.

  “You’re thinking quite far ahead, my child,” Maria said, chuckling.

  “I’m willing to wait,” Alice replied, her gaze distant and full of resolve.

  Somewhere in the Vilge.

  Leon, Erica, Alice, along with the adventurers and four guards, strolled through the vilge. They chatted with the friendly vilgers, purchasing a few local goods along the way. Reaching the vilge’s renowned fields of wildflowers, Leon led Erica to a more secluded spot, away from the others.

  “Erica,” Leon began, “I want to learn more from you.”

  “Of course, Leon,” Erica replied warmly. “I’ll share everything I know during my stay here.”

  “Not just those things,” Leon crified.

  Erica paused, considering what else she could teach him. Strategy? He’s bright, he could grasp the complexities quickly enough. Mana cultivation? Too early for him. Ultimate moves? I can barely manage those myself. He needs to master the basics first. Her thoughts were interrupted.

  “Erica,” Leon called again.

  “Ah, yes,” she responded, shaking her head slightly. “I was just thinking for a moment.”

  “I hope I’m not misunderstanding,” Leon said hesitantly, “but I’d like you to stay longer. Stay with us.”

  “Leon,” Erica said softly, stepping closer. She pced her hands gently on his shoulders. “I know what you’re thinking. But I can’t stay here beyond the agreed-upon time. You understand the life of an adventurer, don’t you?”

  Leon nodded slowly.

  “Look at them,” she said, gesturing towards the other adventurers, who were ughing and enjoying the flower field. “They’re here now, but you might hear of them in some far-off nd next time. Adventurers don’t stay in one pce for long.”

  “But you’re alone,” Leon protested. “What if something happens to you?”

  “Oh, Leon,” Erica said, her expression softening. She cupped his cheek gently with her hand. “You don’t need to worry about things that haven’t happened. I can take care of myself.”

  “I know I shouldn’t try to stop you, or tell you what’s best for you,” Leon admitted. “But… the thought of you leaving makes me uneasy. This feeling just won’t go away.”

  “Don’t fret, Leon,” Erica reassured him. “Even though I’m a lone adventurer, I promise I’ll be safe. I’ll keep growing stronger, so that when we meet again, I’ll have even more to teach you. Is that a good deal?”

  Leon nodded, a small forced smile forming on his lips.

  “Then stop looking so glum,” Erica teased. “It doesn’t suit you.” She leaned closer and whispered, “And grow strong yourself,” adding a pyful wink.

  Her soft voice tickled his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. Is this what a woman’s caress feels like? He wondered, his heart suddenly racing. His eyes remained locked on Erica’s.

  “Come on,” Erica said, her smile radiant. “Don’t just stand there.”

  Their time was spent enjoying the scenery, picking wildflowers, the adventurers showing off tricks, and finally, Erica teaching Leon about dungeons (though without a book). The adventurers happily shared some of their dungeon knowledge. Renda, the mage, recounted her dungeon raiding experiences to Leon and Alice.

  They spread a rge bnket under a huge tree overlooking the open field dotted with wildflowers. On the bnket, they id out the goods they had bought from the vilge, along with the food they had prepared. The four guards stood nearby, as still as statues.

  “Dungeons are cssified from lowest to highest, mirroring the adventurers’ ranking system. There are E, D, C, B, A, S, and the most dangerous of all, SS-rank,” Renda expined.

  “Have you ever entered an SS-rank dungeon?” Alice asked.

  “No, they’re extremely dangerous. The weakest monsters there are S-rank. The deeper you go, the stronger the monsters you face.”

  “But we saw your team’s power. You’re very strong,” Alice said.

  “The world is vast, miss. There are monsters and beings far stronger than us.”

  “What rank are you, then?”

  “I’m an A-rank mage. My boyfriend—I mean, our leader, Veldemrt, is an S-rank assassin.”

  “And the rest?” Alice continued.

  “He’s our tank, an A-rank. His name is Rutherford.” Rutherford nodded, his mouth full.

  “She’s our A-rank healer. Her name is Abinica.”

  “Hi,” Abinica said, waving briefly and smiling before returning to her book.

  Renda continued, “He’s Rondo, our S-rank warrior.”

  “Yeah, it’s me! The most powerful warrior at your service! Haha!” he boomed, followed by a rge gulp from his wineskin.

  “You reek of alcohol!” Renda excimed.

  “Could you tell us about your experience in an E-rank dungeon?” Leon asked.

  “Of course. I’ll share my first dungeon raid. The first thing to remember is to bring the right tools: weapons, shields, potions, and if you can afford it, a scroll. But scrolls are expensive—they cost a fortune. So be careful with those. Expensive things tend to attract trouble. Anyway, E-rank dungeons are perfect for beginners. The monsters you’ll find inside include slimes, dungeon serpents, one-horned rabbits, and the two-horned variety. Deeper in, you’ll encounter more intelligent creatures: goblins. Don’t worry, they’re not the sharpest. Killing them is easy enough if you’re prepared. But remember, if you encounter them, wipe them out. Don’t let any escape. A goblin survivor will remember you—your tactics, your movements, your methods. They also pass this knowledge on to new spawns. In short, they learn from your previous battle. Later adventurers who raid the dungeon often suffer the consequences. And finally, there’s the dungeon boss. Bosses are the strongest of them all. Unless you have a party or you’re exceptionally strong, you shouldn’t challenge one. But if you do, and you succeed, the loot is worth the effort.”

  “Have you experienced all of this?” Alice asked.

  “Yes, but the boss battles were always with a party.”

  “You raided dungeons alone?” Alice asked, incredulous.

  “Yes, that was my experience as a newbie adventurer.”

  “Have you ever encountered stronger, more intelligent goblins?” Leon asked.

  “Thankfully, no, not when I was alone,” Renda replied.

  “So you never faced a dungeon boss solo. It sounds like you were just in it for the experience,” Leon observed.

  “Exactly. That’s how I got stronger,” Renda said with a chuckle.

  “Did you also leave goblins alive?” Leon asked.

  “How did you know? I never told you,” Renda said, surprised.

  Veldemrt’s team ughed.

  “He got you, babe,” Veldemrt teased.

  “Anyway,” Renda said, recovering, “the important thing is to learn from others’ experiences.”

  “I learned a lot from you. Thank you, Renda,” Leon said.

  “Me too,” Alice added.

  “I hear you two want to become adventurers,” Veldemrt said.

  “That’s right,” Leon confirmed.

  “Then never stop training. Any training that makes you wiser and stronger is worth it. Danger is always part of an adventurer’s life. For example, I have to constantly push my limits to protect my team—and they do the same for me. But the hardest thing is… I’ve heard so many stories of adventurers broken by failing to protect their team, especially the ones they love,” he said, pulling Renda close in an affectionate embrace.

  Renda wrapped her arms around Veldemrt’s waist.

  “So be strong and wise,” Veldemrt concluded.

  “And never settle for less,” Erica added, squatting beside Leon.

  Alice, also squatting beside Leon, gave him a quick hug. “I’ll always protect you, Master,” she said.

  On the way back, Veldemrt and his team approached Erica, who was walking alone.

  “I know something about you,” Veldemrt said.

  “What is it?” Erica asked, her voice ced with caution.

  “Don’t worry. I mean no harm. But I’ve noticed the Duke’s son is quite fond of you.”

  “I know.”

  “Have you told him… about your past?”

  “No. I came here to teach him the basics. But I also unintentionally taught him some manners. He began to look up to me, always asking for guidance. I couldn’t refuse, of course. In such a short time, he’s become attached to me, wanting me to stay. If I tell him about my past now, it would surely affect him deeply. I don’t have much time with him, and I can’t afford to teach him while he’s upset.”

  “I understand. I feel for you. I can see Leon’s potential. He is not a typical six-year-old. He’s far more advanced than other children his age.”

  “He is different,” Erica agreed.

  “Speaking from the heart, as an adult, I urge you to take care of yourself. That boy will be looking for you. You wouldn’t want to break his heart, would you?”

  “You’re very perceptive, Mr. Veldemrt. Don’t worry, I’ve already given him a hint.”

  “Oh? You’re clever. I didn’t see that coming,” Veldemrt said, impressed.

  Several days ter, they were ready to leave. Maria and Arthur were heartbroken that Alice, their beloved grandchild, was leaving again.

  Standing in front of Alice’s carriage, as the others waited for her to board, Maria held Alice back, reluctant to let her go.

  “When will you return, child?” Maria asked, tears streaming down her weathered face.

  “Grandma, I’ll be back. Don’t worry so much. I’ll write to you every day. I’ll keep you updated on everything that’s happening in my life.”

  Maria pulled Alice into another hug. “Promise me you’ll take care of yourself. Promise me,” she pleaded.

  “I promise,” Alice said.

  “Promise your grandpa too,” Maria added.

  Alice broke away from her grandmother’s embrace and hugged her grandfather. “I promise you too, Grandpa. I promise to take care of myself.”

  “That’s good to hear, brat,” Arthur said, his voice thick with emotion. “Keep your promise, so your grandma and I won’t worry too much.”

  “I will, Grandpa. I have to go now.”

  Finally, Alice was released from their tearful embraces. With tears in her own eyes, she said her goodbyes.

  “Thank them again for all their gifts,” Maria called after her.

  “I will,” Alice replied. “Bye, Grandma! Bye, Grandpa!” The carriage door closed.

  A day ter, the caravan reached the Three Mile Cliff, which marked the border between Santossia Vilge and the nearby town of Zeria.

  A rustling of leaves and the sound of small pebbles being disturbed brought the lead carriage to an abrupt halt, jolting the horses.

  “What happened? Why did we stop?” Alice asked.

  “We’re not sure,” Erica replied.

  “Should we check?” Alice asked.

  “No. Stay inside. We’ll wait,” Veldemrt ordered.

  Thirty seconds passed. Inside the second carriage:

  “Master,” a voice whispered through the closed window, “we’ve scouted the cliff. A group of bandits is waiting nearby, looking for an opportunity to attack. What should we do?”

  “Can you take them out quietly?” Albert asked.

  “Consider it done.”

  The voice disappeared from the window. Moments ter, a Scroll of Illusion was used. The trick was simple: the caravan drivers appeared to remain in their seats, as if nothing had happened. Each driver had used their own Scroll of Illusion, leaving behind an illusory body in their original position. The real drivers, meanwhile, were invisible within a limited radius. The scroll’s effect sted for sixty seconds, and each one cost ten gold bars.

  “Why aren’t we doing anything?” Alice asked.

  “Don’t be so hasty,” Veldemrt replied.

  “But we’re sitting ducks! If there are enemies, we should be moving. What if a huge rock falls on us?” Alice said, worried.

  “You’re right to be concerned. But you underestimate the Duke and his wife,” Veldemrt said.

  “Do I?” Alice asked.

  “Yes. Underestimating your opponent is a recipe for disaster. The Duke has prepared for this kind of situation. Have you noticed anything about the caravan drivers?”

  “No, they just seem like ordinary old men,” Alice said.

  “Wrong! If I’m not mistaken, they’re retired S-rank assassins hired by Albert and his wife,” Veldemrt revealed.

  “All of them?” Alice asked, surprised.

  “Every single one. You’re still too inexperienced to sense their presence. But someday, when you’re stronger, you’ll be able to perceive those weaker than you and conceal your own presence as long as you’re stronger than them.”

  “Is that how you can sense them?” Leon asked.

  “Yes. I’ve reached a simir level. But they’re veterans; they have far more battle experience,” Veldemrt expined.

  “Leon,” Erica called, “this is what I was talking about earlier: fight smart and always think ahead. You never know when your enemies will appear. What else have you learned?”

  “Always be prepared,” Leon answered.

  “Correct,” Erica affirmed, “and never settle for less. If you can afford an advantage, take it.”

  “Indeed,” Veldemrt chimed in, stroking his chin. “Those assassins must have cost a fortune. I wonder what their rates are.”

  “They’re here,” Veldemrt suddenly announced.

  “Master, the job is done,” an assassin reported from the closed window of the carriage.

  “Good. Let’s move on,” Albert said.

  Just before the scroll’s effect wore off, the assassins returned to their positions, and the caravan resumed its journey.

  Another day passed, and they reached the castle without further incident.

  Inside the castle, Albert and Penelope thanked both the adventurers and the assassins for their service. The two groups stood separately, the adventurers on one side, the assassins on the other.

  “We thank you all for your service,” Albert said. “You’ve done a great job. Your commission is complete.”

  Veldemrt stepped forward and bowed respectfully to the Duke. “We appreciate your generosity, Duke Albert. It was an unforgettable experience, and we were honored to accept this commission. Now that our work is finished, we would be grateful if you could sign this confirmation.”

  Albert took the document and affixed his signature with his signet ring.

  “Thank you, Duke Albert,” Veldemrt said. “And thank you, Mrs. Ryler.”

  Penelope nodded and smiled.

  “Well then,” Veldemrt said, turning to his team, “we’ll be on our way.”

  “Wait,” Albert called, raising a hand. A servant rushed forward, knelt, and presented a small, ornate box. “Please, accept this.”

  Veldemrt took the box from Albert. Inside y a scroll—the Scroll of Emergency. “Sire, this is too much!” he excimed, genuinely surprised.

  “Nonsense,” Albert chuckled. “It’s a small token of our gratitude. Besides, I recall you used a rather expensive scroll yourself when facing that wyvern.”

  “But…” Veldemrt began.

  “No need for further discussion,” Albert interrupted gently. “Please, accept it.”

  “In that case,” Veldemrt said, bowing his head slightly, “thank you most sincerely. We wish you and your family continued health and prosperity.”

  As the adventurers departed, Renda blew a pyful kiss to Leon with a wink and a wave. Rondo raised his wineskin in a jovial toast to Leon, grinning. With those farewells, the adventurers left the castle.

  The Scroll of Emergency is a powerful escape scroll. When activated, it instantly teleports up to five individuals, living or dead, away from danger. Such scrolls cost five gold bars.

  A different servant hurried forward, presenting Penelope with a rger, ornate box.

  “Assassins of the Crimson Moon,” Penelope announced, “your reward.”

  One by one, the seemingly frail individuals stepped forward to receive their scrolls. Each assassin took a Scroll of Red Mist.

  The Scroll of Red Mist is a powerful tactical tool. When activated, it bnkets the area in a dense, crimson fog that cannot be dispelled for 30 seconds. During this time, the user’s presence is completely masked, undetectable by any means. These scrolls are highly prized, each costing five gold bars.

  In addition to the scrolls, each assassin also received a monetary reward for their successful completion of the mission.

  Twenty-nine days ter, the night before Erica’s departure.

  A knock at Erica’s door.

  “Who’s that?” Erica asked.

  “It’s me, Leon.”

  “Oh, it’s you. Come in.”

  “Sorry to bother you in the middle of the night.”

  “What brings you here?”

  “I can’t sleep,” he admitted.

  Erica paused, studying Leon’s face. “Alright, come.”

  “Thanks,” he replied, relief evident in his voice.

  Lying in Erica’s bed, he inhaled her natural fragrance. It was sweet to his senses, gentle to his heart, and warm against his skin. But a painful ache gnawed at him—the knowledge that she would soon be gone.

  “Can I touch you?” Leon asked hesitantly.

  Erica didn’t respond immediately.

  “Please,” he pleaded.

  “Okay. But be gentle.”

  He reached out, his fingers brushing her beautiful face before gliding down to her shoulder and arms.

  “Can I smell you?” he asked softly.

  “Do as you please.”

  Leon leaned in, inhaling the scent at her neck, trailing down toward her bosom. His fingers lightly danced from her shoulder to her arm, absorbing the softness of her skin, the fragrance, her beauty, and her kind, loving nature—moments he knew he would never forget. But why did it hurt so much? Why did the pain linger? According to his parents, he had never cried since the day he was born. Until now.

  “Leon, why are you crying?” Erica asked gently.

  “I don’t know. I just… feel this pain, and my eyes can’t hold back the tears.”

  “Oh, Leon,” she said, wrapping him in a loving embrace. His tears flowed onto her chest.

  “Worry not. When you’re strong enough, come and find me. Okay?”

  “You still have so many things to accomplish. Don’t rush,” she continued softly. “Become wise and strong. Can you do that for me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Now, take it easy. This isn’t goodbye. I’ll be waiting—even for a thousand years. So don’t worry, and don’t rush.”

  “Thank you,” Leon whispered.

  “Are you calm now?”

  “I am.”

  “Lie down and sleep. I’ll be watching over you,” she said, gazing at him as she rested his head on her arm, holding him close.

  “Please y down too. I want to hug you,” Leon murmured.

  “Alright,” Erica replied, gently combing her fingers through his silver hair.

  As Leon nestled against her, feeling the rhythm of her heartbeat, she began to hum—a melody known only to elves. It was a hum that would forever be etched in Leon’s heart. And with that, he drifted into sleep.

  The air was crisp at sunrise. Leon, his parents, Alice, and the other maids stood before the gate. Erica stood facing them, her luggage at her feet, a carriage waiting nearby.

  “Erica,” Albert said, “Your commission is complete. I’ve also signed the adventurer’s papers.”

  “Thank you, Sire Albert,” she replied humbly, her hand resting on her luggage.

  “Before you go, I have something important for you.” Albert handed her a space pocket. “It’s filled with gifts from all of us. Thanks to you, our son has changed for the better. Things could have been very different without you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.” He embraced her warmly.

  Penelope stepped forward. “Erica, you’re a beautiful elf, but your beauty goes far beyond the surface. During your stay here, I’ve come to know your kind and gentle heart. I truly hope no harm comes to you; it would break our hearts, especially Leon’s. Please take care of yourself.”

  “Thank you, Madame Penelope,” Erica replied. “You are a magnificent beauty yourself, and your kindness to me and everyone else is undeniable. I promise to take care of myself.” They embraced.

  “Leon,” Penelope said.

  Leon approached, and Erica embraced him tightly. “I’ll be waiting for you. That’s a promise,” she whispered over his shoulder.

  They broke the embrace.

  “I’ll become strong and wise, so I can protect you, just like my father protects us,” Leon decred.

  “Good. You remember,” Erica smiled.

  Alice stepped forward and hugged her. “I was the first, and you were the second. But don’t worry, as long as I’m here, I’ll protect Master Leon.”

  “That’s good to hear. I’ll be waiting for both of you then. Be strong, so you can protect the people you love,” Erica said. “Until we meet again.” She stepped into the carriage and waved goodbye.