A few days had passed since Zaos escaped from the battlefield, and whenever possible, he used wind magic to enhance his movements. Thanks to that, he was about to return to the kingdom, but he wasn't even a bit happy. He had things to do, which would only make him feel more depressed if he got the expected results.
Zaos rarely stopped to rest, he only slept for three hours every night, and since he was in peak condition, he felt that he could endure that pace for two more weeks. Thanks to that, he had plenty of time to read the book that taught him how to speak ancient languages. It didn't take long for Zaos to learn a few things… that boy was actually a magic book that could let anyone use magic. However, not in the normal way… there were no instructions in using magic by drawing the symbols in his head. The people had to speak using the ancient tongue.
