Lawrend's family rode a ship heading to the Primitus Continent. It wasn't hard to get one as there were many heading there.
A lot of mages and swordsmen from the Altro Continent boarded the ship. Each of them looked solemn and lost.
Lawrend watched the ocean at the ship's deck. The powerful winds blew on the sails and pushed the boat forward.
"Young lad, you look quite happy."
Lawrend turned his head and saw a Grand Mage staring at the ocean. He was an old man with a wrinkly face.
"Yes. I'm returning home to my continent," Lawrend replied.
"Hoh… I wonder if I would feel the same once I return…" the old man muttered in a daze.
"Why? Isn't it natural that you would be happy to return to your home continent?" Lawrend asked.
