After wandering around the seaside city for nearly two months, Yalunte finally returned to Yazhi City. By then, he had spent all his bounty and was in tatters. If it were not for the long sword around his waist and his messy blonde hair, the mercenaries on the outskirts of the Headquarters almost didn't recognize him.
Having had his identity confirmed, he dragged his weary steps to the outskirts of the mansion. At this point in time, he had almost nothing valuable except for his two swords. If he hadn't sold his horse, he probably wouldn't have had the money to return to the Headquarters.
Entering the mansion and seeing the Otherworlders with their black hair and black eyes coming and going, Yalunte's thoughts seemed to return to that clear morning more than twenty years ago.
One clear morning, with the cold morning mist enveloping the surroundings, the iron gate of the mansion was knocked loudly, and a stranger clad in a cloak appeared on the other side of the gate.
