Those were the unforgettable few days for the young lad. After his awe-inspiring performance at the Arena, the buzz was massive. And the name of the boy who had returned reverberated throughout the city, echoing in the minds of citizens, fueling their excitement.

  Witnessing his set of extraordinary skills sparked both wonder and disbelief. How could the Adventurer's Company have overlooked such a remarkable talent years ago? Was it even possible, as he had previously been deemed unfit for even the most basic test? The instructors who trained him were among the most baffled.

  Speculations circulated among adventurers regarding the aspects of his skills and powers. They wondered what that strange technique was that he used to end the Ogre King. A never seen combination by even the most seasoned and high-ranking adventurers.

  Everyone engaged in spirited discussions, grappling with the impossible notion that Drake Antos’s unique ability combined a magical spellcasting, use of mana, and a warrior's aura. An unheard-of, never-seen before fusion. All of this only deepened the enigma surrounding the young warrior's past spent away from Vellos.

  As a result, many sought to approach him, eager to uncover more about the legend who had unexpectedly re-emerged. However, Drake found himself too preoccupied with the demands of training and honing his skills to indulge in such trivialities for now. He did not brush off the attention, though.

  He told the same story for nearly all their advances. Yet he engaged mostly with a handful of eager young adventurers who sought only simple wisdom from the new local hero of the same age. With genuine enthusiasm, he shared advice, emphasizing the need for relentless dedication and a clear purpose in their daily routines and relentless training.

  “Make sure to spar fiercely with each other, like your life depends on it, because it will!” The young warrior told them with a smile. Walking down the lively streets of Vellos, Drake was swept up in a wave of nostalgia that felt both joyful and bittersweet. It had been three long, nearly solemn years since he roamed these familiar pathways. Yet, the vibrant town radiated the same lively spirit that was engraved into his memory.

  The calls of merchants hawking their wares mingled with the boisterous laughter of travelers frequenting the local taverns, forming a rich tapestry of life that resounded out of every corner of the town.

  Adventurers of any background wandered through the streets, some idly procrastinating while others hurried about their business. The plaza before the Adventurers Company was especially abuzz with activity as parties of mighty adventurers arrived and departed. Most with serious looks on their faces.

  Drake envisioned his past self darting through the throngs of people, skillfully navigating the cobblestone streets, with the towering brick walls standing guard against the wilderness beyond. With the green caps of Gleaming Forest in the distance and the dark shadows of Borok Mountain Range looming over the horizon. The very realm he conquered.

  While that fascinating practical blend of rich traditional architecture and practical fortifications captured his heart even as a child. Each building seemed to whisper a story, resonating with his heart. Vellos stood as a sanctuary for the bold-hearted. A town thriving on excitement under the ever-watchful gaze of its guardians and creeping dangers beyond its walls.

  When he inhaled deeply, the air seemed to be tingling with the essence of adventure itself. An exhilarating sense of real homecoming finally settled in. He was ready to reclaim his rightful place in the pulse of this place. Which he had cherished more than he realized ever before.

  “It's so strange to be back here. Why is it? Did you ever feel something like that in your life, Jake?” The boy wondered, a slight lump forming in his throat as he spoke.

  “Of course I did. And more times than I can count. Trust me on this. Moments like this are what life is actually about. Embrace these feelings; bathe in them. Those ones will remind you of longing, a thread you should always hold on to. I would say this is one of the ways you can feel truly alive,” Jake replied sincerely, and Drake could really catch the weight of those words.

  “Yeah, I think I can… feel what you mean. But I wanted to ask, what do you think of the town itself? I’ve seen yours; it was truly impressive.” Drake was eager to hear Jake's otherworldly perspective.

  “Honestly, the place is quite unusual. But it’s a very welcome sight nonetheless. For me, it looks like something straight out of the medieval ages or a video game. However, I must admit, it looks much more fascinating and sophisticated than I ever expected. Must be natural since magic and the immense strength of the population help the progress.” Jake's words were colored with fascination.

  The voice sighed lightly before moving on. “The most striking part is the variety of species you have here. This keeps my curiosity tingling.” The sound was infused with both intrigue and admiration.

  “Interesting, but it makes sense. In your world, there was no such distinction between the humanoid species. We don’t even think about it at all, it’s natural, but for you it must look quite weird.” The boy smirked cunningly.

  “Tell me, Jake. Which woman do you find the most attractive among all?” Was the sudden question.

  “Huh, what’s that? Did I hear it right? You must be healing fast then.” The man laughed loudly. Drake still waited for an answer while he scanned the lively plaza.

  “But, honestly, how can I even begin to rate them? Extraordinary!” The voice paused.

  “Hmm, elves with their impossibly smooth, clean skin, the demonkin with those mesmerizing big eyes and delicate horns, and the beastfolk, oh, the beastfolk of all kinds. They are all otherworldly beautiful, literally. Not to mention, even the regular human women here are stunning. You can see it too, right? I mean, you’re already at that age,” Jake finally shot back, with a playfulness lacing his tone.

  “Hah! I feel violated, Jake! You're the grown man living in my head rent-free. At least have the decency not to invade my privacy. Not that I can, file a lawsuit, talking by your terms. Ha-ha! But what a treachery, and from a man of your stature!” Drake chuckled, shaking his head from side to side.

  “Huh, boy, I can read you like an open book without even reading your thoughts. But when your emotions are so strong. I can’t block them all the time. Well, to be fair, it still works both ways anyway. So I don’t think it’s a problem. We’re even here. I know what you saw.” The voice sounded prideful, intentionally letting Drake feel it.

  “So that is how you want to play it. Okay! So will you share your tips with me? Or do I have to drain them out straight out of your psyche?” He claimed eagerly.

  “Hold your horses, young lad. Such eagerness can lead you to your downfall. The woman’s heart is a mystery, and you have to play this game cautiously. You can’t know what you will get exactly until it’s in your hands. Well, the battlefield can be the same in a certain sense,” Jake's voice sounded educational.

  “I see, then it’s settled. I’ll be counting on you!” The young warrior exclaimed.

  “W-wha… I did not agree to any…”

  The exchange within his mind was abruptly interrupted by a thin young man clad in official garb.

  “Drake Antos, the Head Councilor, has received your request. He requests you to meet him at his office,” he told, bowing slightly gesturing for Drake to follow.

  “That was so fast. Of course. Lead the way, I’ll follow.” the young warrior replied eagerly, an air of anticipation surrounding him.

  They reached the destination fast. And at the center of the city’s square stood a sparkling fountain that surrounded a statue's formation. Commemorating a group of Groodberth Knights, one of whom was the legendary Hastarion. None other than the founder of the famous noble house. He had played a pivotal role in helping Emperor Eaglaron himself to unite three kingdoms over five centuries ago and found the empire. Looks just as I remember. Still, how can a mere statue produce so much aura and authority?

  As Drake stood before City Hall, heavy thoughts enveloped him. What would have happened if he had taken up the Head Councilor's offer and chosen to stay in this city? Would he be the man he was now, or would he fall short? Or would he simply fail and spend his days as a mere hunter instead? For a moment he was consumed but quickly shook it off. At this point he had come too far to simply dwell on what-ifs. That past was already well beyond him.

  The City Hall was where the council resided and made their decisions affecting the lives of the citizens. It was an imposing half-circle structure, three stories high. An impressive building constructed from thick gray stones adorned with elegant marble. Four grand columns framed the entrance, and the fa?ade was draped with tapestries depicting gargoyles, griffins, and crowlions. Love for history, folklore, and legendary lore was rooted in this town.

  The Head Councilor's Welberg Dan office stayed exactly as it was the last time Drake stood there. Simple yet elegant, featuring exquisite wooden furniture, shelves laden with books, and cabinets overflowing with paperwork. The young warrior admired the man’s diligence and dedication to his role.

  There was only a single visible difference he could spot: now the space was adorned with four plush red chairs and a pristine prismatic glass coffee table. Which was rather a necessity, given the increasing prominence of the city and its ever-wealthier noble visitors, the councilor had to adhere.

  “Oh, you're already here, Drake.” The fleshy man turned around. He looked nearly the same. Just a few more gray hairs were visible in his stylish, pointy mustache.

  “I came as fast as I could. I'm glad to see you are doing well, Head Councilor Welberg Dan! You haven’t changed at all,” Drake greeted him, a bright smile lighting up his still boyish yet manly features.

  “Thank you, I’m glad to see you. You’re the talk of the town. I wouldn't say the years treated me very gently, but more than bearably. But take a look at yourself.” The man threw his hands in the air and came closer. Putting his hands on both of the boy’s shoulders.

  Welberg was half a head taller, but he looked like a thin kid against the young man’s robust physique.

  “You have grown so remarkable since the last time I saw you. Not a trace of that ghostly boy sitting in my office to be found. Only a fine, strong young warrior!” A warm smile broke across the head councilor's fleshy face, his eyes twinkling with pride.

  “Well, I suppose I've changed, just a bit.” Drake chuckled and shrugged.

  “I’m not pressured on time, but I think that governing a city requires a lot of you. So would you mind if we continued our chatter while discussing the nature of my request?” The boy’s demeanor shifted slightly to one of seriousness.

  “Of course, of course. Please, take a seat. The tea is freshly brewed.” The man waved his hand for the young warrior to take a seat as he sat himself on the comfy sofa.

  “I have received your request form immediately and made it the highest priority. So I can assure you there won’t be any issue fulfilling it at all,” Welberg Dan continued, his tone light and flowing.

  Drake looked relieved. “I'm delighted to hear that, thank you. I have thought about that for a long time, all the time while traveling back to Vellos. So I made up my mind to use the same lot of land.”

  “Naturally, you have my full support. In the end, it's your inheritance. A while back I ensured it myself that no one could lay claim to it. There were few who tried, but even their noble status did not help.” Welberg twisted in a slightly angry expression.

  “Now that you're a legal adult, you are the one to inherit all your family possessions.” The man paused, taking a deep breath as he sipped some tea and leaned back. It seemed like the weight was lifted from his shoulders.

  He then added, with genuine care evident in his voice. “If there is any assistance you require, please, don't hesitate to contact me. Whenever the need arises, the city council can offer you a special loan with affordable rates.”

  The young man froze for a moment and jerked. “Wat, what? Someone tried to claim it?! Who was that?! You need to tell me now!” Anger slipped into Drake's voice. But before he could end up doing anything stupid, he reserved himself, clutched his fists tight, and took a deep, long breath.

  Conciour watched as the young man took control over himself.

  “I beg your pardon, Welberg. My emotions got the better of me. First, I want to thank you wholeheartedly for all your help and support in the matter. You were always too kind. You kids must love you.” Drake's face was full of admiration.

  “Regarding the loan, I don’t think it will be necessary. As soon as I receive my A-rank card today, I can trade with the Company.” The boy stretched his head. “But I would still want to rely on your expertise. What I need is a list of the best engineers, builders, and carpenters in town.”

  The councilor showed a slight sigh of relief. “How resourceful of you! I would not even have guessed it. No worries, I can understand how you feel. And please, accept my apologies too! It was my error to assume. It’s just, you know, in my mind, I think that you are still that boy, no matter how splendid you looked at the arena.” Welberh admitted, slightly embarrassed.

  Hah, the man still has the fresh memory of the old me, he looked so concerned back then, and I did not even notice. I have so much to thank him for. He did everything in his power back then and never asked for anything in return, only offered more help and support.

  “My frustration was never directed at you. Honestly, I would not have believed it myself. Ha-ha! But I can assure you that the boy you saw back then no longer exists. I’m a fundamentally different man, but I’m Drake Antos, still!” The young warrior reassured the old man as he flexed his muscles.

  “Ha-ha, I definitely saw it with my own eyes, but I may need my glasses. It’s just the heavy thoughts and the old habits of an older man; don’t mind me.” Suddenly the fleshy face of the enthusiastic man looked older, burdened by the weight of decisions.

  Snapping out of deep thought, the counselor continued. “Anyway, the paperwork should be finalized by the clerks in about an hour. I had given them the task long before calling you here. I freed my schedule specifically for this occasion, so would you mind entertaining the old man? In no means do I want to push this matter, and I understand if you don’t want to talk about it. But I’m still very curious about what happened the whole time you were, away…” Welberg Dan asked, a youthful curiosity dancing in his sunken eyes.

  “Huh, that's quite a lengthy story. But, I suppose, I owe at least some explanation for all the help. There is not much time, so I’ll make it short.” Drake gave the man an affirming nod.

  The time flashed instantly. As the Head Councilor of Vellos listened with his jaw on the floor. He had never once interrupted the boy. It appeared like the man was just too afraid to blink and miss a bit.

  As Antos recalled his fierce encounters and the trials he had to face during his stay at the Borok Mountain Range. It was hard for the man to even fathom how a boy so young had survived there. Thriving in such challenging conditions, even for the seasoned veterans.

  The more he listened, the more awed he became. For the young warrior, viewing it as a mere practical training course was something beyond his comprehension.

  But as he talked, the room was filled with the resilience and fiery spirit radiating from the young man before him. It was breathtaking. When looking closely, Welberg really felt like the warrior before him just spawned out of the pages of a legend.

  If someone were to hear such a story, they would find it impossible to believe. Such tales would be rendered just a massive pile of horse dung immediately. And the councilor himself would fall into the same notion. But not after the spectacle he witnessed at the arena. The pieces of this puzzle were now perfectly in place, in his mind.

  When the young man finally finished his shortened tale, Drake made sure to omit the most important details. The middle-aged man simply sat there silently. Drinking his tea and staring intensely like piercing through void, processing. Finally, a reply followed.

  “This is the tale of legends indeed. What a fascinating story. To think you would become so extraordinary. And I wanted you to stay here, huh? What an old fool.” The man covered his face with his hand.

  Welberged raised his head, admiring the pitch-black-haired man. “‘I could never have realized that on the day I first saw your emerald eyes that now gleam with such purpose and conviction. Please, don’t leave the people of this town during their time of need. The tides are shifting, and I feel that we will require your strength soon enough.” The Head Councilor said with gratitude in his voice. As he grabbed the papers that were delivered just a moment ago.

  The man smiled wide under his long pointy mustache as he handed the approved inheritance deed to Drake as he grabbed his hands.

  “There is no need for you to worry, Head Councilor. You can always count on me. If there ever be a matter you'd like me to look into personally, just let me know,” the young warrior replied, his voice lowering slightly, accompanied by a wink.

  “I will keep that in mind. May fortune be your guide. Tread lightly on your path!” The councilor waved the young warrior off as he silently returned to his duties, his fleshy features relaxed. Since the burden of worries for the future now lingered less upon the man's heart.

  The giant crowd already awaited Drake at the Сompany. As soon as he appeared, a wave of cheers and shouts filled the air. It was heard across the whole town. There was no doubt, both townsfolk and adventurers alike were elated and proud to have a newborn A-rank.

  Everyone wanted to be a part of such an achievement, even just as an onlooker. The lingering excitement seemed to roll over and over. It was always a spectacle when a strong adventurer was joining the ranks of the famed Company. But the fact that it was the local orphan who survived and overcame the odds transformed that elation into pure, unfiltered fervor.

  The doors of the Adventurers Company swung open, and he stepped inside with his shoulders wide and his head held high. No longer a strange man in a rugged grey coat, but the warrior who had proven his worth.

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  This day had come. I’m becoming an adventurer. The dream that I had for as long as I can remember. Is this real? Yet it’s so amazing!

  “Yes, savor this moment, kid. Embrace this feeling of achievement, of power, of fulfillment. Let it wash over you. This is something you have made into reality yourself.” Jake encouraged the lad from inside his mind.

  “This. This feeling is remarkable, not only the achievement itself. I can’t believe all the support those people are showing me. I'm not sure whether I can repay that.” Drake was still doubtful and cautiously optimistic, despite how he felt inside. It was like his heart was ready to take flight.

  “What are you talking about?! That single display already made you the legend of this town, probably for centuries to come. But bear in mind that people will elevate you high; they will support you. Only as long as you are successful and strong. Their ranks and all that talk will disappear as soon as you fall. Or they may even beat you further into the mud.” The voice sounded scornful.

  “Just focus on your goal. Don’t let all that talk cloud your vision and lead you astray. Follow the path you have chosen yourself. And I will be there for you as long as you need.” Jake's words resounded in Drake's head as reassurance.

  But there was something weird in the tone. Drake could sense it. Not just the steel coldness, but something deeper: the thirst to instill the violence. The crimson red engraving upon the threads of his soul.

  He felt the readiness of the man to go far beyond…what?!… The morals? As he stopped to think for a moment, he could not make sense out of it, not just yet. Must be something I can’t fathom yet. Better ask him later.

  The clerks were already eagerly awaiting his arrival. As they presented to him a platinum metal plate with the A-rank inscription on it. His Desert Warrior class and Vellos Company affiliation were inscribed on it.

  This ID became the most precious and expensive thing many adventurers could have ever possessed. Drake clutched it in his hand. Brushing its cold, shining surface with his fingers, he felt the vibrations of the magical engravings.

  The feeling overwhelmed him. He thought about what his parents would say seeing him like this. How they would look? With pride, joy, and excitement? Could it be that they were looking now from somewhere beyond? The young warrior could not tell.

  Dad, Mom! I so much wish you were here; I would trade this all for one last chance. I wish it all turned out differently. And if you are watching over from a better place, please look closely. Because this is just the beginning!

  He covered his face slightly with his hand, making sure no one would notice a glimmer of a tear in the corner of his eye. With a deep breath, he steadied himself. Everyone around was engrossed in the joyful fervor. He thanked all around and the clerks for their hard work.

  With the A-rank, the possibilities were laid bare before him. There were barely any restrictions on the quests he could choose. The doors to join any party were unlocked; he believed everyone would welcome him with open arms.

  And as the winner of the special qualification test, he received the premium services from the Company immediately. Without the requirements of numerous successfully completed high-ranking quests.

  The list of those special services was impressive. One would receive significant discounts while purchasing materials and gear along with an additional percentage on sales. Full access to the Company library with the ability to buy spell tomes, elder manuscripts, and skill books. Special housing preferential pricing within the town or accommodation at the company. The auction house, special artisan forge at the company, high-tier market, and many special contracts with the affiliated shops around the entire town. And on top of all of that, it also included expanded insurance, cheaper reagents, materials, potion prices, special training courses, and access to all the company's training facilities absolutely free of charge, with prior reservation.

  Out of all the benefits, the most useful one presently was the increased prices for the materials and exploits. Naturally, during his three years of trialing, he had faced countless beasts. And he could not convert everything into his gear for the lack of knowledge and proper tools. Yet Jake managed to come up with some ways around.

  Still, he managed to make a more than significant amount of gear by himself. But the best and most expensive materials were still far too complicated to work with for him. So much so that even when the Ancient Library of Ultz workshop was at his disposal, he did not manage to process everything he wanted.

  So, now, all of that can serve its purpose, converting to the most desired resource around the Carleen Empire. The golden coin. It was always money that moved the world. And it was money that could change the man entirely.

  Drake held a brief conversation with the clerks, asking them to bring out their best appraiser. They nervously shot puzzled glances at each other before deprecating. This, in turn, sparked the interest of all the other adventurers around. As they were all eagerly waiting for what he would take out of that humongous bag of his.

  To say they were not disappointed was a criminal understatement. The amount of rarely seen and valuable materials he brought was just mind-boggling. That included, but was not limited to, the tusks and leather to both of azure and lava boars, alpha-blood direwolf paws, volibear beaks and claws, same death ciata itin place, and even basilisks fangs and scales. And an enormous amount of magical crystals of various grades and even a magical core.

  Just when they thought it was all over. They were stunned again. As he pulled out two medium-sized minotaur horns from the bottom of the bag. Even if it was a low-grade one, it was extraordinary for any adventurer to beat a legendary beast. Abeit for such a young age.

  When Helena just happened to be passing by on her way to the quest board, she saw that commotion. As she just froze in place, rubbing at her eyes, making sure. As soon as she verified it was the real deal, she just ran to her room like there was a wildfire.

  “Is this everything you want to sell?” one of the young, thin clerks asked.

  “Yes, that's all. At least for the moment. Should provide me enough for the project I have in mind and living expenses.” Drake replied with confidence.

  “What, did you hear that? He has more. Can you believe it?!” someone whispered in the corner.

  “We will take care of everything, but since there's a lot, it will take some time. Please, feel free to come back in a few hours. You can just wait here at the tavern wing or make yourself comfortable in one of our special reserved rooms if you would like.”

  “I have nothing better to do anyway. So I’ll probably just wait at the tavern, thank you!”

  The clerks departed with the gigantic pile of materials into the depths of Adventurers Company offices.

  Drake took a solemn table. Waving the off the adventurer’s not to disturb him. The young man ordered a well-balanced lunch meal and two mugs of honey beer.

  Damn, this looks delicious! Oh, and this alcohol smells the best! Jake immediately resurfaced from the confines of his mind to savor the tasty sensations.

  Huffing and puffing at the far corner by the window were Helena and Valentina. One managed to alert her friend and drag her out of the bed just in time.

  “Yeah, you were right to call me. And what you saw is true. He’s definitely the one to monitor closely, just as we expected.” Helena said, making it look like she was drinking, yet she was constantly gazing towards the young warrior from the corner.

  “Isn’t he amazing? Just take a look at his posture, the muscles, and his demeanor. If you could only see that pile that he brought. There’s so much more than he lets out on the surface. Soooo much more than meets the eye, especially from up close,” Valentina signed and gasped, her red eyes gleaming as she seized the young man's formidable profile from a distance, nearly devouring him with her stare.

  “Akh, there are still a few things we need to do before passing the final decision. But we also have to make sure no one can snatch him. Follow me, Val.” The young woman said in a commanding tone as she nearly dragged Valentina by the arm on the way back to their room.

  “Oooooh, don’t be that serious, bitch, why now?!… I wanted to observe him just a little more…” The mage girl complained with a whiny tone, her eyes still resting on the young warrior, so much that Helena considered transposing her like a sack.

  As the two young adventurers departed, Drake could not help but wonder why they would be stalking him. From the first day he returned. What are their intentions? Do they know me? I don’t remember any of them. Pretty sure I would if I met any of them even once before. They are surely not some kind of fangirls. Have to keep an eye. Should ask around and investigate their backgrounds.

  He finished his meal in thoughtful silence, with the backdrop of clinks and clangs over the chit-chatter around. While Jake thoughtfully enjoying their shared sensations.

  The clerks had returned with the final calculation. And inside the metallic cash register room, a hefty sum of one thousand five hundred gold coins was awarded to him. It appeared to be even slightly more than he was expecting, even with all the bonuses. But there was no reason to complain.

  Shining gold reflected the smile of the young warrior’s satisfied face as he looked inside the bag.

  The days flew by as the warrior visited builders and carpenters recommended by the Head Councilor. Fully aware of Drake's reputation, they all have offered their services with hefty discounts, while some even offered to do everything free of charge.

  So by the end of each day, the boy was pretty wary of convincing them to work at their normal rates or at least only with reasonable discounts. Everyone was so eager to help that Drake was more irritated than touched.

  But finally done with all the preparations, he reached his main destination. The most infamous smithy on the entire continent. The Volcalic Forge of legendary artisan smith Ton Karakan himself.

  The fully gray-haired, bulky blacksmith with an extremely long, bushy beard was quite delighted to have a visit from the latest talk of the town.

  He immediately praised the young man’s self-made gear as well as the well-maintained obsidian-metal double-edged axes. But what the renowned blacksmith did expect was the material Drake provided and the request he had in mind.

  “Oh-ho! This is beyond extraordinary, young man! With this we can make something truly exceptional. You can be certain that will become something I'm truly proud of. Even with my years of experience working with such exquisite materials, is a terribly rare occurrence. I absolutely must know the story of how you got it!” The old blacksmith told, looking over and over the perfect black scales, with a humongous grin.

  “Well, I see no harm in that. I can tell you everything down to details.” The old blacksmith raised his head.

  “But only after you show the end result, how about that?” The young warrior added vigorously, with a sense of pride.

  “Oho, I can see that we got other tablets aside from swinging those axes, smart! Making the old man work extra hard, but, well, it can’t be helped if it is for you. Failing you would be like failing the entire town now. They will surely give me a beating. After seeing your skills at the Arena, I can be confident that you will be worthy of the best of my creations.” Any hints of old visage around the man disappeared. He now radiated youthfulness and prime vigor.

  “Thank you, I appreciate all the praise, but I would not go that far, at least not yet. How long did you tell me it would take?” The young warrior tried to sound more reserved in the presence of the legendary smith.

  “Well, don't expect anything earlier than one and a half months from now.” Blacksmith followed with a thoughtful look. Then he removed one of his gloves and touched the sharp edges of the black crystal provided.

  “That sounds just about right, I can take care of most of the business. And definitely a few contracts for the Company have to be done. Otherwise I’ll turn from hero to slacker soon enough.” Drake mused, his voice full of purpose.

  “Ha ha, you have a great attitude, young lad. I really like that strong, peculiar aura of yours. Would love to talk more, but it's time for me to get to work. My hands are already scratchy.” As soon as the bulky man said it, it felt like Drake became nothing but thin air.

  Ton was already swinging his hammer through the air, choosing tools, working the bellows, maintaining the forge, and organizing materials. It was obvious that the entirety of the world did not exist for the old man right now, only the forge.

  The young man observed him for a few moments, captivated by the legendary figure's inspiration at such an age. What a massive back. There is the reason he’s the legend. I feel it, I can nearly see it. Oh, yeah, those invisible threads that filled the air. Indeed, he’s one of a kind. Can’t wait to see the results.

  “I will be going now. Here is the deposit.” Drake finally broke the silence as he put a hefty pouch of gold coins on the table near the untouched meal that was already getting cold. He departed, leaving the legendary blacksmith entirely to his work.

  At the brink of dusk, as the sun's last rays kissed the dark peaks on the horizon. The young man stood at the plot of land on the outskirts of the town as a light wind brushed over his thick black hair with refreshing serenity.

  This was not the palace he remembered. As the green grass covered the land, the silhouette of a former foundation was barely visible in the unevenness of the ground.

  When he closed his eyes, embracing the cool air, he recalled it all. The smell of morning dew, grass, and the light forest breeze entered his window. The one with deep, damp, earthy undertones. He remembered how the morning sunlight slowly crept inside every day. The images of the tree crowns that nearly touched the dark-brown roof of the wooden house. And even occasional small dust clouds that reached them when a huge party or caravan was passing through the main road. The one that led deeper into Gleaming Forest and towards the border.

  Vivid pictures of him gathering berries and mushrooms raced through his mind. All the memories close to his heart were still there. First-ever hunt with his father. The bow they made, the game he caught. As those dear, warm memories filled his heart, he wondered. Why did he succumb to despair at that moment? Would he be dead if he stayed at home that time? Why was he not reaching for those happy times to give him strength to move forward, to push through?

  Huh, I wonder… Could I have made it this far without Jake? What a strange twist of fate it was. I can’t say I know this world anymore. So many mysteries, so many more discoveries ahead. Yet, I need a palace to draw power from, the foundation I can build upon. The anchor, that’s how Jake would call it. There should be a strong pillar to support all the weight. This will start here… I will not make the same mistake, I promise!

  Drake stood there, lost in memories, as he pounded his chest with his fist. Tears creeping in his eyes, never able to fall, guttering with the last rays of the sun.

  As he closed his eyes, he could really feel the smell of the freshly baked bread and the rich aroma of meat stew with spices. He could hear the voices of his parents praising him for his achievements, no matter how small or big they were. The sense of belonging filled, like roots that were stretching deep into the ground. As he knelt down and touched the moist soil. Another promise, another vow, grew strong within his heart. He had to protect this place, this town. The Vellos of his memories and dreams.

  He stood there, silently, motionlessly, his cloak swayed by the warm evening gushing winds. Before the sun completely disappeared beyond the edge. Consumed by his thoughts with a wry smile on his face, he inhaled the evening fresh air with the smell of green grass before finally departing. Jake stayed silent, without ever even thinking about resurfacing. It was a moment for Drake alone.

  It was quite late when he finally returned to the lodging at the company. After a refreshing meal and a decent batch of warm alcohol, Drake still felt moderately restless, anxious for an unknown reason.

  He could not understand the cause. Was it because of his return or the memories of long-gone days that will never return? The bitterness lingered somewhere inside, slowly gnawing at him. He felt as if it was screeching, trying to get a hold and suffocate him at any moment as soon as he would lose his vigilance.

  No matter how hard he tried, he could not get any sleep. The pictures of the past continued to fill his conscience resuing to let go.

  He tried to shift his focus as he thought about something entirely different. So he analyzed the room. The accommodations here were decent. A well-made wooden bed with a comfy feather mattress, a small sofa, and a coffee table. The big wardrobe was sturdy enough for all the adventurer gear. While the working desk offered more than enough to plan or study the maps. All of that in a single spacious room.

  Everything here was fine-tuned to the needs of adventurers of any caliber and status. Tattered for training, questing, eating, and resting on the go.

  Still, it did not help. Drake tried to think of something more recent. His training and trials. How many great unseen stories had the Borok Mountain Range produced during the time he spent there? What a mess. And the Ancient Library of Ultz still held so many more secrets still to be revealed. Am I yearning to return? Nei, I’m just not used to this.

  But his thoughts were abruptly interrupted. As he heard some strange noise coming from behind the wardrobe. Keen with his senses, he felt the living energy. Drake jumped to his feet and grabbed his axes. Slowly moving on his feet without a sound as he got closer, weapons at the ready.

  With his awareness, he was confident that it was indeed a living being, a humanoid in nature. As he assessed the response, there could be no mistake. A person! Who? An assassin, maybe… But who would want to kill me at this moment? Someone wants me out of the picture? Welberg told about shifting tides. Should I kill them right away?! No, no! Should follow what Jake taught me. It will be much better to capture and interrogate them.

  Drake made up his mind. This was a perfect opportunity to test that power. So he silently and carefully took an open battle stance. As he controlled his breathing, he could feel his heart beating and blood flowing from tip to toe with every pump as he strained his muscles.

  With a conscious effort, he moved the internal energies. The hues of golden light enveloped his body. He opened his emerald eyes wide, now glowing deep orange, his pupils vertically slit after the next blink. As the aura surrounding him grew thicker. Finally he activated the Dragonwhip.

  Light yellow particles like fireflies filled the room, growing in numbers, like stars appearing at night sky. Soon turning into the thick mist. As his aura pressure in the air grew, the small extensions like ribbons flapping in the wind appeared. Growing with force, they gushed towards the wardrobe, penetrating the wood like wind through the veil.

  With a loud thump, a body fell, collapsed. One of the wooden doors swung open under the weight, and a beautiful demonkin woman slowly slumbered over the floor.

  The young warrior, standing in nothing but underwear, dropped his axes, slapping his hand over his face with a loud laugh.

  “What a fucking surprise! Don’t you tell me!” He cried out loud, trying to stop giggling.

  But in a mere moment, with a loud bang, the door of his room swung open, and Helena the swordmaiden rushed inside with her shining weapon at the ready!

  “Stop right there, you freak! Don’t you dare harm her. What do you think you’re doing?! Just make a single move, and I will gut you!” The beautiful young woman pointed her sword towards the man standing in the middle of the room with a stony, puzzled expression on his face. Which made her look pretty disheveled and dubious.

  Drake mused as he shook his head from side to side, like he was looking to see if there was anyone else the girl was talking to.

  “Well, well. Look who's yapping?! You're pretty funny, considering the fact that you’re the one who invaded my room uninvited and threatened me with a weapon. Are all the criminals like that? You better think about how to help your burglar girlfriend on the floor!” Drake jerked his head towards the timid woman spread out in a weird position on the floor.

  “I mean, I…Y-you, you're going to pay for this, you creep. What did you do to her?!” The woman snapped, gritting her teeth.

  “What did… I? Ah, I know, I just used my skill to incapacitate an uninvited guest. My room! You’re lucky that I have decided not to kill the intruder on the spot. Otherwise you would be picking her cold body right now.” The look of dissatisfaction laced his features. “

  “So, you want to threaten me further? Or maybe come in and talk, or you can just stand there; just close the fucking door before anyone sees this. Stalker girl. Well, here goes my shuteye for today…” Drake shrugged, murmuring the last part under his nose.

  “Stalker, what?! Oh, well, you know…” She was quick to realize that with his skills he had probably seen them following and glaring. Which made her feel sick, as she stumbled with the words.

  Well, I mean… He has all the right to be mad, but he’s inviting me for a talk. Can I trust him? Is he playing something weird? That skill, some kind of spiritual pressure, aura?! I could clearly feel the traces in this room. That was something out of the ordinary. Something like, when facing… a dragon?!

  Helena looked startled, gazing at the young, muscular man standing in his underwear. Now it suddenly became evident to her what type of person this young man was.

  Practically every inch of his body was covered in deep scars, claw marks, and bites. With a few in particular still healing. A single glance over screamed that his whole existence was an endless struggle for survival. Constantly on the line without any respite, courting death.

  The realization struck her like thunder. Damn, what complete fools we were. He looks like death lingered over him with its iron grip every day, if not every moment. What the hell happened with him?

  She realized that she had stood there pondering for some time, frozen in place. She finally muttered an apology. “I… am… I’m sorry. We did not mean anything bad. I’ll come inside.” Helena said while sheathing her sword and bowing slightly. Carefully coming inside, stumbling.

  “D-don’t try something w-weird!” She said with a blushing face, looking over the man in his undergarments.

  “Huh, who are you to talk while gazing at me?! And ever since I came to the Company for the first time, I've felt both of your gazes fixed on me. I was about to ask around tomorrow, but, maybe, you can tell me better.” Drake said while grabbing his pants.

  “I…we did not mean to look like that. That was not our intention, not at all!” Helena staggered, nearly shouting as she wrestled with herself to find the proper words of explanation.

  “Ah, relax, it’s fine. Don't be so tense.” The young warrior sighed and added. “Just wait a moment. I need to put something on.”

  His voice stayed deep and calm while he knelt over Valentina, checking her breathing and pulse.

  “Okay, fine, how is she? Nothing will happen to her, right?” Helena asked with concern in her voice, looking at Valentina still lying slumped on the floor like a starfish.

  “You don't need to worry. She'll wake up soon,” Drake replied, picking the girl up from the floor with his palm like she was nothing. Then gently putting her on the bed. “This should be comfortable enough. Her back can go sore on the floor, not good for a mage.” He smiled warmly and chuckled.

  Helena felt much better now. As they managed to talk the whole night, though. And when Valentina finally opened her eyes, her head buzzing, she thought that she was still dreaming. As the two were having a lively discussion while laughing their hearts out. The demonkin woman ended up missing the most exciting part.

  No matter how it started, that was a fun night for them to remember.

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