Time flowed on day by day, and in the blink of an eye, two weeks had passed. It was now Monday, April 24th, Imperial Calendar 1157. Light rain.
Since that long talk with Dean Mor, Sean's entire demeanor had changed somewhat. His expression had gained a sense of calm and ease, while his character had become more open-minded and free-spirited. The secret once buried deep in his heart was no longer a burden.
That secret itself had become one of the sources of Sean's happiness and satisfaction. Not everyone could be given such an opportunity—to escape a world where they had been utterly suppressed, with no hope of release, and arrive in a brand-new world where becoming stronger and transcending oneself were possible.
It had also allowed Sean to easily acquire the foundation needed to improve. All that remained was for him to work relentlessly, pursue, and surpass... He could now vaguely see the road ahead and imagine the magnificent sights that might await along its way.
Afterward, Sean continued cultivating every day as usual. In his spare time, he urged Thor and the others to train. Occasionally, he refined and made Perfume, building up necessary reserves for the future. Then he enjoyed Alice's tender affection, which had likewise become one of his sources of joy.
But Sean's peaceful life was not entirely unchanging. Every few days, he went to visit Dean Mor. Each time he arrived, the dean warmly welcomed him. The two then chatted freely about everything under the sun, sometimes exchanging their views on a particular matter.
Sean's unique and novel perspectives on certain matters often made Dean Mor's eyes light up. The dean frequently teased Sean for choosing the wrong profession in the first place and constantly encouraged him to change careers and become a Great