The ancestral hall of House Veyne loomed in cold grandeur, its black marble walls reflecting the flickering witch lights like stars in a midnight sky. At the head of the obsidian table, **Lord Dain Veyne** sat motionless, his ice-blue eyes scanning the parchments before him. The air smelled of aged wine and the sharp metallic tang of the family's signature silver blades mounted along the walls. "Another caravan lost near the Blackreach Pass," growled Elder Harron, his gnarled fingers tightening around his cane. "The beasts grow bolder." Elder Selene's silver bracelets clinked as she tapped the table. "Or our enemies grow cleverer. The Sablethorn merchants have been eyeing that route for months." Lord Dain's fingers stilled. Before he could speak, the great doors groaned open. All heads turned as **Lirien Veyne** strode in, her boots silent on the polished stone. Moonlight from the high windows caught the silver threads in her cloak, making her seem like a specter gliding between r

The following day, the academy grounds were unusually quiet. Today was a rare day off for all students—a brief pause in the endless cycle of training and lectures. Ethan Gale could be seen walking calmly through the dormitory courtyard, heading toward the academy gates. Though his memories gave him glimpses of the world outside, he wanted to see the city for himself—not through someone else’s past, but through his own eyes. When he reached the gate, two academy guards in polished black armor stepped forward. “Student ID,” one of them requested. Ethan reached into his robes and handed it over without a word. The guards studied the sigil of Moon Light Magic Academy, then nodded. “You may proceed.” With that, Ethan stepped beyond the towering gates for the first time since awakening in this world. The city opened before him like a living tapestry—roaring with life, color, and energy. He took in a deep breath. “This… feels real.” --- The City of Stars The city buzz

Ethan stood silently in front of the guild’s towering mission board. The grand hall buzzed behind him, filled with voices and footsteps, but he was focused. The board was cluttered with quests of all kinds—low-rank courier jobs, beast hunts, escort duties, and territory explorations. Some parchment was fresh, others faded and yellowed. He calmly scanned through them. --- Guild Mission Board – Active Quests 1. Escort a merchant caravan to Willow Creek – D-Rank 2. Clear out a Thorn Snake nest in the southern marsh – C-Rank 3. Retrieve a missing heirloom from Silver Hollow Caverns – B-Rank 4. Harvest Moondew Herbs from Misty Ridge – D-Rank 5. Investigate livestock thefts near Hollowmere Village – C-Rank 6. Track a rogue pyromancer terrorizing travelers – B-Rank 7. Deliver enchanted scrolls to the eastern barracks – E-Rank 8. Eliminate the Flame Toads nesting near the outer farms – C-Rank 9. Defend an outpost from a mana beast raid – C-Rank 10. Exterminate Wind Fang scouts s

Back in the Adventurer’s Guild hall, silence lingered for a moment after Ethan’s departure. Loe, the red-haired boy, kept staring at the door for a beat longer before scoffing. > “Tch… Who does that guy think he is?” Zade, the black-haired youth leaning casually against the wall, chuckled without looking up. > “The guy who beat you up with one spell.” Loe’s face instantly turned bright red. > “Zade, I dare you to say that again!” > “What are you going to do? Cry to your brother?” Zade shot back, smirking. > “Y-You… How dare you!” Loe’s hand went to his hilt, drawing half his sword from its sheath as his eyes turned sharp and dangerous. But before things escalated further, a cold voice cut through the tension like ice. > “Enough. Both of you.” Sophia’s voice was calm, but the authority behind it made both boys freeze. She stepped toward the mission board without another word. Both Loe and Zade instinctively backed down, their earlier fire snuffed out like candles in the wi

Sophia stood frozen, her eyes fixed on the rapidly shrinking silhouette soaring through the sky.Ethan’s figure streaked across the horizon like a comet, leaving behind a faint shockwave in the air.> That speed… and he’s flying freely…Her brows furrowed in disbelief.> To fly without a mount, one must be at least a High Knight or an Archmage… But he’s far too young. There's no way...She shook her head, trying to make sense of what she’d just witnessed.> He must have used a spell. There’s no way a real Archmage would be this young. Not in the entire empire.In the Veylan Empire, Archmages were treated as national treasures—beings of immense power and reverence. None were under the age of forty. For someone Ethan’s age to have reached that level?Impossible.Sophia exhaled slowly, masking her unease, then turned to her party.“Let’s move. We’re already behind schedule.”---High Above the GroundEthan shot across the sky like a falcon unleashed, the wind rushing past his ears as he