'Three months, huh...'
Roland strolled through the academy's deep corridors, his fingertips unconsciously stroking his smooth chin.
The last rays of the setting sun filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting mottled patterns of light and shadow across his contemplative face.
'Based on the commission's details, the Land of Mist isn't that far from the Royal Capital of the River Domain nations.'
'If the merchants and nobles joined forces, it probably wouldn't even take three months to exterminate the Wolf King...'
Recalling the rumors he had gathered about the Land of Mist, Roland's brow furrowed slightly.
He wasn't yet certain if the strange mist pervading the area stemmed from an anomaly in the Magic Elements. Still, even if the environment was treacherous, it shouldn't pose a real threat to a true Transcendent.
