After the end of the five months, Albion spent at home. Spending time at the clinic with Eve and his father, just spending time at home with his mother. Seeing Gell as he went to the adventurers guild. It was all coming to an end. Albion was much older than when an average human adult would leave for his own in this world. But now he was going to go out into the greater world. Making a name for himself and taking his dreams. At least that was the plan.
With Albion ready standing outside the door facing in at his parents. In front of the small, but at the same time large house he was raised in. It was a comfortable house that could never be replicated. His first proper home in both of his lives. His first home never felt like one. In comparison to this, the place where he was raised. His current home was holy ground.
