Reef Island, which had only recently welcomed crimson clouds blazing across its skies, was once again bathed in a halo of orange light.
The orange light was different from the crimson radiance.
As it washed over them, everyone who looked up felt joy and warmth welling from the depths of their hearts.
The boatmen who often fished at sea, in particular, found themselves recalling their hard days on the water and the dim oil lamps, wives, and children awaiting them at home.
The aroma of food and their wives' gentle voices seemed to linger around them.
For a moment, tears flowed silently down their faces.
Perhaps everyone had something that had once warmed their hearts. At that moment, the warm orange glow drew those memories out.
They stood rooted to the spot, reminiscing as their hazy memories grew clear.
Although the orange glow did not last long,
this rare experience alone would benefit them for a lifetime.
On the castle terrace.
Kroya gradually came out of that state.
With a complicated expression, he glanced at the sunflower sprite in his hand and remarked, "Resonance with nature's spirituality. If the Elves discovered you, it would cause quite a stir."
"Eeya~"
The sunflower sprite thought Kroya was praising it. It immediately floated up and nestled against his neck, its wisps of mana like soft, silky fur.
It felt comfortable, but a little ticklish too.
It was being affectionate.
"Oh, you."
Faced with this little sprite born from his own mana, Kroya could not bring himself to feel even the slightest urge to scold it. He felt an innate closeness to it.
He hesitated briefly.
First, he took out the parchment recording the Rainbow Poem and read it carefully. Then he confirmed that not only had he advanced to a Third-Level Mage,