Karas, to Roman

The Eurasian Eagle-Owl flew off to another place a moment later.

“Karas, what will you do?” “I have many places calling. I’ll be leaving for Roman soon. It’s a place I’ve wanted to visit for a long time.”

Although he hadn't distinguished himself in the duel, Karas was already a renowned Knight. Even if he had been disowned, he was still of the Cruz Family bloodline. Nobles eager to share even a single meal with him were plentiful.

“You must have earned quite a bit this time, yet you’re leaving already? It wouldn’t hurt to enjoy the city a bit longer before you go.”

“It’s a world you can’t see all of, even if you travel your whole life. While others are tied down, cleaning up pig dung, I was lucky enough to be born a Noble. Shouldn’t I be grateful for that freedom and explore while I’m young?”

To call his own lineage mere good fortune showed that Karas was no ordinary eccentric.

“Then it’s goodbye soon. What a shame. They say you part ways just when you’re getting fond of each other.”

“You’ve grown fond of me?”

Karas looked back, surprised.

“Are you serious? Is the alcohol finally getting to you?” “I’m not drunk. I felt sympathy even for someone like Cressi, so it’s only natural for friendship to blossom with someone like you. You’re skilled, and we get along surprisingly well.” “Whoa, whoa, why are you giving me goosebumps!”...