Ronan only stayed in the Uta Clan tribe for a day before bidding farewell to Ewaqu and leaving.
Wrapping Molli'er in his arms, he shuttled through the endless clouds, contemplating his next destination.
For the time being, he did not wish to return to the Silver Magic Ring; with Molli'er in tow, the entire Southern region didn't seem safe.
Plus, there were issues regarding his soul that needed to be resolved...
"Why not take this opportunity to leave the Southern region and go home..."
Ronan quickly made up his mind, opened the map of the Southern region, and flew in a certain direction.
Two days later, in a bustling Wizard town.
In front of a cabin carved with the image of a black swan, a frail girl sat on the brown wooden bench by the door.
She was wrapped in a Wizard Black Robe that was slightly too large, almost entirely concealing her, except for her exposed pale legs extending two sections upward from her brand-new deer leather boots.
