A Meal Under the Dark Sky

While sitting in a carriage with Noxian and Berry, Xion silently glanced at the corner of the system panel. The clock showed it was only four in the evening.

Yet, in spite of the light hour, the darkness of the evening felt unusually oppressive, as if something heavy hung in the air. He blinked, pushing the thought away.

Unlike his temporary clinic, which was at the center of the bustling market, the inn they stayed in was at the secluded corner of the area.

It was a place undisturbed by the noisy city where nobles could rest peacefully. The wheels stopped spinning, and Berry helped him out of the carriage.

He even helped him carry a basket filled with various herbs Xion had bought earlier.

Waving goodbye to Noxian, Xion headed to his room for a quick bath. As he glanced at his rapidly increasing Merit points, a sense of excitement surged through his heart.

With time on his hands and a good mood, he stood up.