" The time will come for the past of the future to converge.
And those which you always deny, surely shall emerge.
Wheel of the world will be put to rest,
Slaves of avarice will beg and confess,

'I have seen enough'

Sapiens deserve no more of the mother earth
For what good of a faith that has been spitted to dirt.

Thus, every corner of the sky will hear
The echoes of their trembling fear
Seven billion tears and seven billion cries
But not He who had severed the ties

For He heard nothing but seven billion lies "

Those are the lines of the last speech of Yars, The First Messenger. The chase for the Voice of The Dawn will always be a quest for every soul that live within Aerdrin. In a world where might and magic spins the universe, how will destiny reveal its lessons?

Aerdrin: The Lost Heir of The Sky

“ I’m sorry for the misunderstanding earlier. As a token of my apology, I will tend to you personally. Now tell me, why do you want to dye your hair, sweet girl? ” Miss Nona gently massaged Cecilia’s shoulder. She put a warm towel around her customer’s neck to make her feeling even more comfortable. 


“ I think... I want to impress him... ” 


“ Ahaha, he insisted that it was a buzz-cut. But, yes. I... I-I want him to look at no one but me. ” Cecilia giggled a little as her cheeks are turning cherry. 


“ Why him though? You could easily get yourself someone better, a son of a duke perhaps? Or- “ 


“ Mmmhm. I don’t want anyone but him. There’s no point if it is not him. ” 


Chapter 79 - Parlor