Lady Zina and Archon found respite within the walls of a restaurant in the heart of Kryo. The unsettling events that transpired earlier had left an air of caution around their table, and the patrons dared not disturb them. As they savored their meals, Archon indulged in the simple pleasure of satiating his hunger. It had been days since he had enjoyed a decent meal, far removed from the lavish feasts of his former life at the Blades Mansion. Though not comparable to his previous fare, this sustenance surpassed the scraps he had scavenged to survive.While Archon relished his meal, Lady Zina watched him intently, a smile gracing her lips. You couldn't help but wonder how different his perspective might be if he could perceive her beauty, but alas, his blindness shrouded him in obliviousness. Envious glances from young men around the restaurant betrayed their longing for the enchanting presence of Lady Zina by their side.Archon's voracious appetite was both astounding and concerning. L

This world was divided into three regions: the Blades Territory, the Mages Territory, and the Beast Forest. Archon and Lady Zina were passing through the dense forest, an area few people dared to venture deep into due to the fear of encountering powerful beasts. However, Lady Zina seemed to be familiar with the territory, and they had yet to come across any adversaries they couldn't handle.Legends spoke of beasts in the forest that could rival and even surpass the heads of the Blades and Mages, but whether these tales were true or not remained a mystery. Nevertheless, Archon saw this journey as an opportunity to train and hone his ki abilities by engaging in combat against the weak opponents.As they pressed on, Lady Zina warned Archon about the upcoming challenge. "We are nearing the border of my village, but first, we have to pass through the hunting grounds of the Direwolves. Although they are rank 2 beasts, on a few occasions, rank 3 Direwolves might appear among them. I can hand

The stench of Direwolf blood had attracted more creatures to the area, and Lady Zina knew she had to conclude the battle swiftly. Engaged in a fierce clash with the Alpha Direwolf, she found herself evenly matched for the time being. Meanwhile, Archon had finished his own battle and observed Lady Zina's struggle with a mix of tension and concern. He contemplated stepping in to assist her but realized the sheer intensity of the fight and the wild auras clashing warned him of the peril involved. Recognizing that the fight surpassed his abilities, Archon chose to meditate and replenish his depleted ki, fully aware of the approaching Direwolves and the need to gather his strength for survival. He trusted Lady Zina to handle the Alpha.During their exchanges, Lady Zina miraculously remained unscathed except for a slight scratch on her neck from a surprise attack. On the other hand, the Alpha Direwolf bled profusely, its shallow wounds accumulating and staining its grey fur crimson. While t

Upon reaching the grandmaster's manor, Archon stood before the large, imposing gates. Olivia, after giving him instructions on where to go, took her leave, but not before leaving him with a curious question."Sir Archon, are you fond of my sister?" Olivia asked, her words catching Archon off guard. He blushed and stammered, struggling to find a coherent response."Why do you ask that all of a sudden?" Archon's confusion was evident in his voice. Olivia reassured him, explaining that Lady Zina seemed happier since Archon's arrival. Archon brushed off the notion, choosing to focus on his own plans for the time being.With Olivia's departure, Archon proceeded to open the doors of the grandmaster's manor. He knocked and received permission to enter, finding himself in the presence of a revered figure.The doors swung open, revealing an awe-inspiring sight—a venerable figure seated at the heart of the grandmaster's chamber. Adorned in traditional robes, his aura exuded wisdom and power,

Archon seethed with unexplainable anger, his heart consumed by a pure hatred for the Blade family who had abandoned and treated him as nothing more than trash. Unfortunately, fate had brought him face to face with his brother here. He knew this encounter would come sooner or later, but for now, he wasn't prepared to confront them. His purpose in Beron City remained distinct and unwavering."Hmp, morons," a man sneered, stepping forward accompanied by a group of fifteen hooded figures. These individuals were Mages, specifically Earth Mages, distinguished by their brown robes, denoting their specialization in earth magic. Mages, were known for their pride and love of ostentation, always adorned themselves in mysterious robes, the colors indicating their elemental expertise.The leader of this particular group was Regal, son of a renowned high-ranking Mage in the Magical region. Known for his cocky demeanor and womanizing tendencies, Regal exuded confidence as he commanded, "Take format