Once everyone had gotten their own identification card, they were led outside by Kito. Kenta had asked many others about the situation with his identification card, but.
Unfortunately, there were no favourable answers.
He could only accept the situation as it was for the time being.
Kenta was standing by the exit alongside Lauren.
"Sir Kenta, are you sure you don't want to stay with me at my estate until the opening ceremony of the magic academy?" Lauren asked somewhat hopefully.
However, Kenta sighed tiredly before looking at her with a complicated expression. "I'm sorry, my answer won't change, though, I am grateful for all your help... as I said before, I will repay you for this someday," Kenta replied.
"Oh, so you haven't changed your mind at all." Lauren sulked, hearing that. Kenta wanted to tell her, but that expression made her cute, but didn't utter those words.
However, Lauren's deep blue eyes shone faintly as she saw the bloodied wound on Kenta's right shoulder, where he was injured.
She slowly reached out her hand and touched that place, surprising Kenta; it wasn't as if he hadn't noticed her hand reaching out towards him; it was just that he didn't think she would touch that place.
"Oh, spirit of water cures him with your divine radiance," she uttered in a faint voice.
But just then her hand was enveloped by a faint glow as Kenta felt a strangely warm sensation fill his body. The wound on his shoulder instantly closed and returned to its previous state.
"There, your wound should be better now. I can't do anything about your clothes," she said with a wry smile.
"Thank you, you have helped me out quite a bit. It seems I owe you one big time. Maybe I'll take you out someday." Kenta said somewhat playfully. Hearing his words, Lauren raised her eyebrow in interest.
"Oh, are you asking me out?"
"Unfortunately, I'm not interested in such things, but I will be repaying you in full next time." He said fully determined to pay her back.
Maybe she felt the forcefulness behind his words as her expression flinched slightly.
".... I see. Well, then, see you at the academy." Lauren said, extending her hand, Kenta slowly reached out his own hand, gently grasping her own for a handshake.
Lauren smiled before separating her hand and turning to leave, not before giving him a warning first.
"Please be careful of Sir Tony, since you had fought with him earlier, he might be plotting something against you when your guard is lowered," she said before stepping before the closed door.
The door instantly opened and closed once she had stepped outside. Kenta stayed there glued in place as he heard her words.
He didn't need her to tell him that, of course, he was already aware of this fact, but still, he didn't care if Tony wanted to start something with him later; all he needed to do was simply kill him at that time. Kenta sighed while raising his vigilance.
Once he had stepped outside, the first thing he did was look up towards the sky, the sky was clear as the rays of the sun spill down, and there was no sign of any cloud in sight. It was a stark contrast from when he had looked at the sky earlier, which was cloudy and filled with purple lightning.
'To be able to create a phenomenon like that, that spell thunderclap, it really is amazing, what else can it do? Could I manipulate the purple lightning somehow? I only have one month until the academy opens. Before then, I need to get stronger training, which should come first on my bucket list.' He thought.
There were also matters with his broad sword as well, he recalled the sudden changes to it when he had called it out to face Tony before. He once again sighed before moving forward.
The city was still bustling with life as he made his way through town. His nose sniffed occasionally as his stomach growled.
'First things first is to get some money.' He then took out the lunar stones from his pocket before walking into a particular building at the end of the sidewalk he had been walking.
Inside the building showed many different expensive-looking items. Whenever someone wanted to exchange goods for money, they usually came here. If the item has worth, then it can be exchanged for whatever its worth.
"What do you mean it's not worth much? Are you blind, old man?!" a loud youthful voice sounded from the counter, catching the attention of Kenta, who was observing the many different items placed onto the shelves inside the building.
"S-Sir, please calm down, as I said, most of this artefact is damaged, so its worth is not as high as its use to be," an old man wearing round glasses said, somewhat troubled.
"Tch, so you're saying that just because my artefact is damaged, it is only worth four measly coins?" a young man with short brown hair said, glaring at the old man.
Kenta casually ignored the brown-haired man and walked up to the old man behind the counter. "Excuse me, could you tell me how much this is worth?" Kenta asked, showing the gemstone inside his hand.
"Th-This is this is a lunar stone?!" the old man exclaimed, shuddering. Even though he was being glared at by the brown-haired young man, he ignored him while keeping his focus on the gemstone placed before him.
"H-hey, kid! Didn't you see that I was here first? Wait your turn," the brown-haired man said coldly. But he was once again ignored by Kenta. Seeing that he frowns.
The old man examined the lunar stone to see whether or not it was real or fake. Once he saw that it was real, his smile deepened. "This gem is worth roughly 5000 platinum coins," the old man said to Kenta.
Hearing the words of the old man, Kenta's blue coloured eyes widened deeply. He knew that the gem he had gotten from his fallen enemy was worth a lot, but he didn't think it was worth this much.
'5000 platinum coins with that much I could easily live as peacefully as I wanted.' He thought to himself. Hearing the amount of money Kenta was going to receive, the brown-haired young man couldn't help but look at Kenta with some greed present in his eyes.
"Are you willing to trade it?" the old man asked Kenta.
He nodded his head in confirmation. It only took half an hour, and Kenta now had a bag filled with coins. Once the trade was complete, he promptly left that place and went into town in search of an inn.
However, he wasn't the only one who had left that place secretly; following him from behind was the brown-haired young man with a serious look on his face.
Watching the retreating figure of the brown-haired man, the old man couldn't help but shake his head, guessing what he was up to.
"That poor boy seems to have no idea what is coming," the old man secretly prayed for the safety of Kenta. He had no idea that Kenta wasn't the one he should be praying for.
....
Kenta walked amongst the crowd of people walking by while observing the many different buildings and stalls. The faint scent of chicken wafted through his nostrils. Following that smell, he went to a stall selling grilled burgers.
Seeing Kenta approaching his stall, the vendor snorted through his nose when seeing Kenta's appearance.
His shirt was still bloodied and torn, so maybe he thought he was just a beggar as he tried to get Kenta to leave with a gesture of his hand. 'Sigh, finding decent people is really hard nowadays.' Kenta thought of guessing the vendor's intentions from that.
He popped out a sack and showed the many different coins to the vendor. Seeing what was inside made his face brighten instantly.
"Please come this way, Sir, I'll prepare something good for you," the vendor said, running towards the grill. Seeing the change in his attitude, Kenta didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
But he kept an indifferent expression on his face. Soon, the man came back with a grilled burger in his hand, and an appetising smell drifted through the air. Kenta paid the vendor and accepted the burger. His mouth was watery from the scent.
Kenta took one bite from the bun and smiled happily at the taste spreading inside his mouth. For twenty minutes, he enjoyed his meal before setting off to find an inn. He continued to walk through the city of Zaril. "Nn?" His eyes narrowed as he felt a presence behind him. Curious, he turned around, but no one was there.
"I guess it must be my imagination," he said before continuing.
He walked for roughly thirty minutes until he decided to ask someone for directions,
Kenta had asked many locals about any inn nearby; most of them recommended going to the one located south, so he decided to visit that one.
He headed into an alleyway where he knew there was no one was around.
It wasn't because he had to go there to head south, but something else. Since he was going to an inn, he didn't want anyone causing trouble for him. Since he was being followed, he needed to get rid of the unwanted guest.
'It's just us, you can come out now," he said, looking in a particular direction. Soon, the figure of someone's shadow became visible.
"Not bad, kid, you were able to sense me even though I was doing my best not to be caught," the brown-haired man said, generally surprised.
"Y-you're that guy from that store," Kenta said, raising an eyebrow. He didn't expect to see this person here. But he could easily guess what his intentions are.
"Sigh, you followed me all the way here just to steal from me, is that it?" Kenta asked just in case, even though he was sure that was the reason he didn't want to kill someone over a misunderstanding.
"Oh, hahaha! So, you do have a good head on your shoulder. Then this can be easy, give me all you have, and I'll let you leave this place quietly. Don't be stupid and think about your life," the brown-haired man said smugly.
However, Kenta only looked at him blankly as though he were looking at a fool.
'I had already shown that I was aware of his presence, yet I willingly walked into this place where no one was around, shouldn't he be more cautious of me?' Kenta thought as his face contorted strangely.
"Look, I'm busy, so I'll make your death as quick as I can," Kenta said while casually walking up to the brown-haired man leisurely. Soon, the space between his hands bent and twisted as a magic formation appeared.
Seeing that the brown-haired man quickly swung his dagger in his right hand, drawing a wide arc, his dagger cut through space, leaving him confused.
He turned to look for Kenta when, suddenly, he felt a burning sensation on his neck, which caused his hand to move to that place subconsciously. "Hmm?" he narrowed his eyes as he saw his own blood had painted his fingers.
A small red horizontal line could be seen on the surface of his neck.
"Well, I still have a long way to go, can't be wasting my time now on someone so insignificant." A toneless voice sounded from behind him. The brown-haired man widened his eyes as he saw Kenta staring at him indifferently with a long sword exuding a powerful aura, braced tightly in his hand. The brown-haired man was about to say something, when suddenly.
"!!!"
The small red horizontal line in his neck grew larger until his vision shifted and the world was turned sideways as his head spun before subsequently falling from his shoulders. Soon, his body fell alongside his head with a thud. He didn't even get to scream as his vision grew dim.
Kenta watched this with cold eyes as he turned his back and left that place.