Logan walked slowly toward the training fields outside the capital, while he was physically doing better, he wanted to inspect his town and how it was now doing after hearing how thousands had come to his kingdom to live.
His core still needed to recover, so sadly he couldn't use his mana made wings.
But that did not stop him from enjoying the late morning sun that bathed the grounds in warm light.
In the distance, he could see the glinting off rows of steel helms and polished armor. From where he was standing, he could already make out the sound of orders being given, weapons clashing in practice duels, and boots stamping in rhythm to the steady drumbeat and horns that were playing an anthem made by Marie and Alma for their new kingdom.
By now he felt that it wasn't just his own kingdom but that of all those that help create it as it was now. Filled with endless fields, the best technology, the most advanced buildings, and greatest smiths.
