"No need to thank me, I've also done wrong to you!" Certainly, it was not a prideful moment for Zeion to accept a gratitude like that. During training with Hander, saying thank you was never Zeion's way, nor did he even regret what he had learned. Upon reflection, Hander's life had changed because of his presence. So sinful, he couldn't express gratitude for what had happened.Last Updated : 2024-01-07

They were then led into a room, and Zeion, who was inside the room, was a little nervous. The atmosphere here was suffocating; everyone had very sharp gazes. "Will an outsider like me be okay here? Oh... if I don't have an identification mark like before, then..." Of course, the choice to be expelled is the most natural thing. "I didn't think that you would be fine, my little sister, Charlotte..." With a charming face and long eyelashes, whether seen from the side or front, her beauty was truly remarkable. Zeion couldn't take his eyes off the girl's face. "Yes, I thought the situation of this journey would kill me, but thanks to Mily and the guards' alertness, I survived!" "Glad to hear that..." "But..." Just as he was about to express gratitude, Charlotte's expression suddenl

"Hey, wake up! What do you intend to become if you don't wake up soon...." The shout echoed in Zeion's head, Hander's face haunting his subconscious was truly terrifying. "Huah..." However, what he saw now was not Hander's face but a soldier on duty observing the city's condition. "What are you doing here?" the soldier asked with a cynical look. "I just fell asleep here!" Zeion replied, embarrassed. The soldier found it hard to believe; immediately he said, "Don't tell me you're a beggar?" "Uh..." Zeion's hair stood on end hearing these words. "No, I'm not a beggar! I just fell asleep here, and moreover, I didn't know where to sleep..." Annoyed, the soldier snorted upon hearing this ridiculous excuse. He believed many beggars would try to come up with words to make others believe they were experiencing difficult condi

"Hehehe... I never expected that arrogant young man to have this much money!" A man casually sat while opening a pouch he had just obtained. His eyes were hard to believe the contents of the pouch, which contained an abundant amount of gold coins. For the common people, that much money will certainly guarantee a decent life. On the other hand, Zeion who had lost his money, difficult to think clearly. He had already spent the money on food, and tomorrow he wouldn't have anything to eat. Maybe he had paid for his lodging, but without money, he wouldn't survive until the day of the competition. "Darn it, why all must happen? Who dared to steal my money!" His hand clenched into a fist, veins protruding as if ready to burst. As the next day arrived, Zeion couldn't let his lost money go so easily. He began roaming the city with a cynical look on his face. His anger

"Is it true that I cannot be freed from this place?" Zeion shouted upon hearing that statement. Mily was not at all surprised by this reaction; her eyes remained calm, displaying an intimidating demeanor. "Unfortunately that thing cannot be done! This problem arose from your own actions, you should realize this place has its own rules! But, you're lucky you didn't engage in even worse actions! If you had, it might have ended in execution…" This did not bring any joy to Zeion. With a weary face, he gazed down at the floor. This was far from what he desired; his original goal of seeking a hermit had turned into a disaster like this. Moreover, Mily's intense gaze explained this situation would not be tolerated by anyone. "Truly annoying! Now I have to be inside the confinement…" With a worried expression, Mily looked at Zeion, who seemed resigned t