The pale blue curtains swayed with the wind, with the shimmering light of the waves dancing on the windowsill, and the silhouette of the Chinese parasol leaves outside followed the movement of the curtains.
The sunlight fell on the thick wooden floor, emitting a pleasant scent of pines and cypresses, making Arthur's smile even more radiant.
Even his father had only around a dozen Abyssal Flame Dragon hearts.
That damn father, insisting on making him study the way of magic as a scholar, refusing to let him practice the way of the knight.
Arthur was determined to make good use of the dragon's heart to become a high-rank Sun Knight, and when he returned to his territory, he would fiercely prove his father wrong and show him what it meant not to underestimate the young and poor.
"My path of courage will definitely be recognized by my father!"
Arthur asserted confidently.
"I am destined to live for the Sun Family!"