To A Prosperous Future!

As the golden sun slowly rose from the horizon, its rays shone upon the eyelids of a certain ashen-haired young man, waking him up from his peaceful slumber.

Stretching his arms while yawning, one would never think that Shye had just killed five people the previous night.

He was getting too comfortable slaughtering people— a bit concerning, however, Shye didn't notice since in his mind, he was simply defending himself—which was true.

Lazily getting out of bed, Shye entered the bathroom and took a quick bath. He then wore his pristine white mage robes, appearing extremely dashing and scholarly

'Hmm…looking fine today, Shye Crowley!' Shye inwardly thought, admiring his current appearance for a few moments before exiting his room.

Subsequently, he grabbed a hearty breakfast at the inn's canteen, heading towards the city square shortly after with a smile on his face.

'Ahhh…what a nice day to receive everyone's admiration!'