Wearing the heavy crown

After Karl Zëäl had familiarized himself with powers and other things, he walked out of the usual door to the expansive courtyard of the villa. He could smell the wind from the yard, and the scent of the flowers and trees impacted his vision even though Sou Loñg still allowed his blindfold. This time, Zëäl perceived things differently from his usual self. His typical self hated those cumbersome death training that Sou Loñg gave him: he thought of them as punishment. But now, this Zeal calmly looked forward to what Sou Loñg would give him.

Sou Loñg sat on the verandah as usual; he indifferently drank his tea. 'Zeal, you've grown. So it's time for me to leave.' Sou Loñg thought to himself. He sipped his tea as he gazed around the environment indifferently.