For the next few days, Ronin occasionally took walks with Blanche in the Golden Feather Palace. He spent the rest of his time either making Magic Scrolls or reading the history books he had gotten from her.
Much like Europe on Earth, this world had no historians. The historical records were scattered and unsystematic.
Although he caught words like "cataclysm" and "war" in the books, he couldn't verify any of it. It all felt like reading a knight's tale.
「Time flew by, and soon it was September 25th—Blanche's birthday.」
According to the schedule arranged by the Golden Feather Palace officials, a martial arts tournament would be held at the Martial Arts Arena during the day, followed by a grand gala in Jinyu Hall at night.
Although late September had brought a considerable chill to Golden Feather City's air, the slowly rising sun warmed the city.
"My lord, you need to have a suit of Armor made for yourself!"
