Dago stayed with the Uta Tribe for only one day before bidding Ewakuai farewell and leaving.
Sweeping Tracy through the endless sea of clouds, Dago considered where to go next.
For now, he did not want to return to the Thorn Ring. With Tracy in tow, nowhere in the entire Southern Wizarding World seemed particularly safe.
There was also the issue with his soul that still needed resolving.
"Why not take this opportunity to leave the south and go home for a visit?"
Dago quickly made up his mind, opened a map of the south, and flew in a certain direction.
Two days later, in a prosperous wizarding town.
Outside a small house whose entrance bore a carved black-necked swan, a slender young girl sat on a brown wooden bench.
She was wrapped in an ill-fitting black wizard's robe that concealed almost her entire body. Only two sections of her fair calves, extending up from her brand-new deerskin boots, remained exposed.
The girl sat quietly. Then a young wizard passing by was drawn to her unique aura. His gaze swept over the creamy white skin exposed beneath her robe, and curiosity and desire flashed in his eyes. He stopped, unable to resist reaching out to grab her.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Just as the young wizard's hand was about to touch the edge of the hood over the girl's head, an icy voice suddenly rang out.
Startled, the young wizard instinctively jerked his hand back as if shocked by electricity. He turned toward the voice and saw that beneath the door adorned with the black swan design, a handsome young wizard had appeared at some point.
The mental force fluctuations emanating from him were like a vast ocean tsunami, instantly drowning the young wizard. The chill contained