A new morning, it was a brighter day, just a month was remaining until the Rank Assessment. Festor Linen was in strict need of a high rank to earn himself money and stabilize his goals.
The sound of a rainbird echoed through the town as Festor Linen made his way to sell the blue scale wolf's head. The marketplace was more crowded than ever. It was due to the presence of a journeyman from a far away country in the southern part.
Pristine Land was the smallest northern landmass governed under the rule of a single King, Marcus. The other three divisions being Voulter, Ortown and Beiling the largest country. The Southern Land was divided into two regions, The Southgrove Land in the southwest and The Melic Kingdom of southeast.
Book reading had improved Festor Linen's knowledge quite a bit. He was just a stranded man with no background of his own now, a lot better than an unknown entity in a new world.
Festor Linen was staring at the crowded market as he tightly held the head of the blue scale wolf in his palm grabbing it by the jaw. The crowd cleared as Festor Linen walked forward revealing a lad in his early teenage, walking around with his hands hidden under the absurdly large coat, a set of glasses hiding the faint dark circles under the eyes and a watch on his hand which seemed expensive and rare.
"Hello gentleman, are you interested in mysticism?" The man curved his waist and stooped pushing his face forward, joining both his palms to appear in a polite manner, completely expecting the better outcome of this conversation.
To Festor Linen, who had faint memories of a different world, different people and no memory of his own, it was an opportunity he couldn't miss. The memories of previous world were getting less and less vivid as he learned about his current life. The book he had previously purchased at the library mentioned something about the building blocks of the world which was related to mysticism.
Everything is energy, deep down, nothing is different, it is our consciousness that has the ability to perceive a world. You are the only person to see this world as it is. Nothing is the same for every consciousness, not even death. Someone might be absorbing this information written here as a stone, as an experience, as a teaching, or as inheritance. You could never know what this world looks like to others. It is the sole reason you should always believe in yourself.
"The world is yours to perceive".
Festor Linen acclaimed, "Why not let us get a place to talk?"
"That is very generous of you, I look forward to our conversation. I'll lead the way." He spoke in a curious manner.
Festor Linen and the young man walked to a tavern, the door creaked as it opened. On the first exposure, there was no natural light but glowing lamps hanging from the ceiling in a completely unnatural setup. The seats were completely vacant, not one customer sitting in there, waiting for someone or enjoying their time.
"Wake up Daniel, I've finally brought a man."
"Huh? You were still stuck on that? I thought you'd left but well, I don't intend on recruiting people anymore. We two are enough for us to start our journey."
"The heck are you talkin about Daniel, what about the Benick Grimoire? We can't possibly recreate the trinity seal without one more member!"
"Haha, I see you've actually read the stuff I gave you. Welcome to our team.... what was your name again?"
"I didn't introduce myself yet, I'm Festor Linen, 17 years old."
"Perfect! I'm Ben Allison, 18 years old. I come from the Vincouer City."
Vincouer City was the central trade city responsible for the imports and exports to other main cities, amassing a third of landmass of Pristine Land. The only country with least erratic magical activities.
"I'm Daniel Kirohen, 19 years old. I don't have a specific background except that I've been managing this tavern from the last nine days."
A cloud of thoughts formed inside Festor Linen's mind.
"If I don't agree on going to wherever with them, then I'll find no clues about my memories in the earliest. I should really believe in myself and go."
Daniel Kirohen seemed interested in the magical prowess of Festor Linen, or perhaps the sword tied to a cloth, hanging from his arm.
"I'll take the blue scale wolf's head for 2 gold coins. That is twice the market value, consider it a welcoming bonus. I'll also arrange a scabbard for that sword you got there, can I see it? Must've cost a fortune." Daniel said in a respectful manner.
"Ah this sword... I forged it myself, not really worth the fortune."
"Well, when you put it like that, it does look like its forged from your usual aluminum compound, but it has got a quite dreamy flame pattern."
A sudden panic struck to Festor Linen, even though he had forged a sword, there was no way to utilize it in real combat. Festor Linen had never acquired sword skills through combat or practice.
In the same moment, Daniel infused the sword with mana, revealing it's true nature. The sword went up in white flames. Ben and Daniel backed off their feet, both had gotten amazed by the elemental nature of the sword.