In a world where mysticism and steam industry coexist, cursed objects, the Reception Bureau, and Evil God fanatics...
That year, the King was bedridden with illness, the successor was inexperienced, and power slipped away, leaving the empire teetering.
That year, external forces gathered around the empire, and foreign civilizations eyed it covetously.
That year, the prophet delivered a prophecy that the era of civilization was nearing its end.
That year, Ethan arrived at a small town on the outskirts of the imperial capital. To survive in this perilous era, he began practicing Fireball Skill.

Years later, Ethan looked at the meteor falling from the clouds and realized there was a problem.

The beginner Magic he learned seemed a bit off.

Seeing Qina about to leave, Solan suddenly called out to her. Facing Qina's puzzled expression, he said, "Do you remember the promise between us? You bring me to the Imperial Capital, and I help you uncover the truth about your sister!"


Despite Solan being covered in the smell of fish, he exuded a bit of a hero's aura.


Having said that, Solan turned to Lindong, who was more than ten meters away from him.


Since their meeting, Lindong had maintained this safe distance to avoid carrying the smell of fish back home tonight.


"Lady Lindong, did Mr. Ethan not come?"


Lindong said, "If there's something you need to tell him, I can pass the message on for you."


"That would be great. Please tell Mr. Ethan that once I've helped Qina uncover the truth, I'll meet up with him!"


But she thought Solan's immediate priority should be to find a place to wash up and get himself cleaned up.


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