A large hawk soared across the air, darting through the wind toward a certain direction with a small scroll in its possession.

The hawk entered a room atop a tall tower, releasing its letter to a single knight.

After reading the letters to himself, the knight stepped forward.

Before him was a large circular table with six figures sitting around the sides.

The emperor of Ovalantis, Julius Vell Storm, sighed into the interlocked backs of fingers on which his chin was resting.

He seemed to have a nonchalant expression, the other 5 pillars of the centerlands staring at him with serious eyes.

“The news is of that boy that has made recent waves… Tyr Evolion.” The knight said in a rough voice.

Everyone paused, awaiting the words that were going to soon come out of the knight’s mouth.

A middle-aged looking man donned with frozen blue robes furrowed his brows as he heard that name.

‘Tyr Evolion…’ He thought to himself, ‘I remember saving that brat from my ice chamber. Has he already made waves on this continent? That’s faster than I expected of that kid…’ The ice pillar mused to himself, thinking back to when he met Tyr.

“He…” The knight paused, taking in a deep breath as he stared at the scroll in front of his face with shock deep in his eyes.

“Holds the dragon.”

…

A long pause ensued. And then… a grin stretched across Julius’ face, his eyes expanding.

The ice pillar spoke up first on hearing this: “Your information… where is it from?”

The knight turned to face the light-blue-robed man: “The remnants of the Black Merchant Guild. Along with that, the information has already been confirmed by our own sources…”

The emperor couldn’t help but chuckle, “Perfect… that’s simply perfect.” He said through his pearly whites: “We will put out a continental hunt for the brat.” With that, Julius stood up without hesitation.

The five pillars stood in unison, but the ice pillar spoke out: “Wait, my lord.” He lowered his head slightly.

Julius gazed over at him, “Speak.”

“Let us not rush this. We should know the opinions of the other empires first. They may have other plans… that are more secretive.”

On hearing this, Julius squinted his eyes.

The other pillars looked at the ice pillar with varying emotions of agreeance and also bewilderment.

The ice pillar continued as all eyes in the room remained frozen on him: “This is a dragon we are dealing with… and above even that, this is a dragon tamer that we are dealing with. We know not how this boy has managed to tame a dragon… but that sheer fact makes me want to think about things more than normal.”

The tone in the room became more serious as he continued.

“Caution. We need to proceed with caution. A plan under the sleeves of our empires… I believe that is the only way to succeed. Putting out a public continental hunt would only worsen our chances, I fear.”

Julius paused for a few seconds after hearing this before turning and walking away. As he left the meeting room, he said from behind his back:

“Propose the hunt to the other kingdoms… we will see what they say.”

*

Just like that, pitch-black crows soared through the air in all directions, carrying scrolls of their own.

*

Days passed along as Tyr and the others spent time recovering in the newly rescued city.

A new Lrax was chosen and appointed, one with good morals and character, and especially a good background.

Along with that, whichever person wasn’t too injured had the duty of scouring the city for the days that they were staying there to snuff out and eliminate any Black Slugs that were still roaming around.

Just like that, an entire week of resting passed.

While on the surface, the world became increasingly infatuated with the news of Tyr Evolion, underneath the covers, the various empires of Ainsveld had already begun to plot their next plan of action.

By this point, Tyr had finally gotten back to his normal state. His fast-healing body was to thank for this speedy recovery.

Noa was also fully recovered thanks to Hanzo’s continued healing after that day when she was burnt to a crisp.

Tyr stepped out of his resting hut, looking around the village which seemed completely different from what it was when he and his group first arrived there.

Instead of those empty streets, the roads were now filled with healthy and lively individuals.

‘The Zasean people are strong-willed… a few days and they have already forgotten the horrors of their past. At least, thats what it looks like on the outside.’ Tyr thought to himself, his eyes gazing at the street before him.

At that moment, he sensed a unique presence nearby.

His eyes quickly darted toward a rooftop where he saw a shadowy figure suddenly disappear from the corner of his vision.

His eyes furrowed immediately as a serious expression came on his face: ‘Tsk… there they are again. They have been spying on me for days… and I know that they know that I know.’ He thought to himself.

‘Spies from kingdoms… I imagine. I don’t sense malice, so I doubt its the Black Merchant Guild, or whatever is left of it anyway. They are probably curious about me since I have shaken the continent slightly by taking down the Black Merchant Guild.’

Tyr looked down, facing his right palm. At that moment, he had a flash of vision of a bloody hand holding a giant heart.

‘That day… Reana didn’t take or publish any pictures of Krax Sakti. No one knows that he helped me.’

He clenched his fist, annoyed, ‘Tsk… this exposure… it doesn’t feel like I earned it.’

At that moment, he heard a series of light steps come from behind him.

Noa stood beside him, looking at the street before them.

Hanzo and Malon also arrived from the distance, the four meeting in the middle.

“You guys finished your routine check for slugs?” Tyr asked the two as they came near.

“Yep!” Hanzo said, his hands behind his head as he walked carelessly.

Malon’s body language was also relaxed: “Thankfully, it’s for the last time.”

“Huh?” Tyr raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean? Are we leaving today?”

Noa stepped forward, “Mmhmm… and about that… we are invited to a meeting. It’s with the Lrax, I hear. A leaving ceremony or something like that.”

Tyr wasn’t really paying attention to Noa’s words at that moment, instead thinking to himself: ‘Leaving huh? Hmm… yeah… that’s a good idea. Yes, we are going to leave today as soon as possible. I want to get stronger…

I think I can do that deeper within Zasea. Maybe we will go to another continent…’

“Did you hear me?” Noa said out of nowhere, breaking Tyr out of his daydream.

All three of his teammates stared at him as Tyr recollected his thoughts.

“Oh… uh… yeah. Let’s go meet him… quickly.”

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