Instead, the room he now occupied was in a quieter, more secluded part of the city. Modest compared to the grand apartment, yes, but private. A place where he could breathe without interruption. A place where every step outside his door wasn't bound to draw eyes.
For him, that was reason enough.
The guild's apartment wasn't useless—far from it. He had already decided he would go there when he needed to train.
But for his day-to-day life, for the moments when he simply wanted silence, he kept himself here.
One of the reasons for this choice was simple: the reporters.
The news of him joining the Black Dragons had spread far faster than he ever anticipated.
Within days—no, within hours of the announcement—the city was already buzzing with the information.
Harry Ainsworth, the prodigy who had stunned the tournament stage, had chosen not the Adamantium Guild, not Mytril, but the Black Dragons, a guild that had long been in decline.
