Tatshaw Territory, Lord's Villa.
Eileen hurried upstairs to a study.
The study faced south, its floor-to-ceiling windows flooding the small sitting area with sunlight. Even in winter, it felt warm.
Rows of shelves held all kinds of books.
Beneath the large windows stood a sofa, its cotton-padded seat and back warm and comfortable. Romon sat there at ease, drinking tea.
Eileen rushed over and asked, "My lord, I heard you've advanced to a fifteenth-level druid?"
"So that's what you came to ask!" Romon turned leisurely toward her. "Yes, I've advanced to a fifteenth-level druid."
"Oh!" Eileen covered her mouth in delighted surprise, scarcely able to breathe.
How many years had it been since anyone had seen a twenty-five-year-old Archdruid?
"Then when will you have it certified?" Eileen asked at once.
Once officially recognized, Archdruids and Archmages received various privileges, including judicial immunity, ownership rights over forests or Mage Towers, and a whole range of other benefits.
Romon smiled and stood. He was just about to speak when a sudden sense of unease surged through his heart.
Having experienced this many times before, Romon knew that whenever this feeling arose, there was a reason.
Could it be... someone is about to make another move? He walked to the window and gazed out at the snowy landscape, a possibility already forming in his mind.
It was snowing. Since coming to this world, he had lived through many snowy days. Each year's snowfall marked the end of one year and the approaching beginning of another.
Year after year, day after day, he had forgotten his former name, his former life, and his former friends. Now, the person living in this world was Romon alone.
I am Romon, the Giant Eagle Druid, Viscount Teta Xiao. This is my home. Romon's hands slowly clenched. They