On the return journey, Ivan and his companions walked and paused, making brief visits to other cities.
After eight months, he finally returned to the entrance of East Capital East Blade City, arriving at a particularly busy time at the city gates, with an especially large number of caravans waiting to pass through.
"Look quickly, that's Master Marichadon."
"So young, with such strong abilities, and so well-educated and talented, truly a perfect person."
"Of course, Master Marichadon is the ideal sorcerer, the hope of dawn—"
The announcements had already been taken down, and so much time had passed, but as more and more apprentices graduated to sorcerers through the Black Magic Wind Fire Array, Ivan's reputation not only remained undiminished but had grown even deeper in people's hearts, earning him the honorific 'Master' from many.
Indeed, the moment he appeared, he was immediately recognized.
