Early morning, before the sun had risen, Arthur was already cruising through the empty hallways leading to the academy's main library.
Because the term was ending in two months, it was better to read as much as he could as a way of preparing for the adventurer classification test. He needed to pass the test if he needed to leave this kingdom and find Shira, the entity that asked him to protect Eris—maybe she had answers.
He had grown curious about Arthur Bellrock, the previous owner of this body. It might have felt different, but this felt so in sync with who he was five hundred years ago. Bit by bit, this body started to feel like his—now that the memories were returning to him in fragments. The line that separated him from Arthur Bellrock was slowly fading away. He could feel it even while fighting, it felt so natural, and the fact that it could handle the will in his soul only meant that this body was meant for him in some way.
