Summoner's Second Chance

Chapter 52

The sun was high up in the sky when Trace finally opened his eyes. He had been training with his friends non-stop, and the new knowledge he had attained from his otherworldly friend intrigued him to no end. In the end, he retired for the day only when the sun reared its head.

"Oh my, it seems even I can get carried away..."

He rose up from his back, the sound of grass rustling as he does so, and noticed a warm blanket had been put over him. He stared at the blanket and a small smile appeared on his face.

"Looks like he is quite the gentleman, contrary to his looks and speech."

"Who you callin' rogue, punk?"

Trace turned his head to the slightly irritated voice and saw his new, otherworldly friend. He was wearing a peculiar piece of defensive gear, one who would normally see when they are face to face with a Soulless, but the man in front of him was far from it. In fact, he was the one to teach Trace about magic.

"Anyway, I'm planning to go around town for a bit. Get myself familiar with the terrain and all that."

Trace's otherworldly friend was also quite peculiar in appearance. He is someone with almost the same characteristics as his other friend, Liu Bloodburst, with sharp, squinted eyes with the color as black as the night sky, and hair that matched his eyes, but his skin was of light brown color.

"Hey, you still half-asleep?"

The man shook his hand in front of Trace's face, making a small smile appear on his face.

"No, I am awake now, Jaxon."

The man lets out a short hum, his expression unreadable, as he turned his back to Trace.

"Well, I'm gonna go around for a bit. If you need me, just call me through Amy. I'll be there as quickly as I can."

Trace gave a small nod as he stood up from the ground. He looked around and saw his friends all passed out on the ground, a blanket covering over their body. Last night, he and his friends were drunk with their new power, making them spend a large amount of their mana. Even though their trainer, Jaxon, had advised them to not push themselves too much, his warning fell to deaf ears.

"I should warn everyone once they have woken up."

Making a note inside his mind, he nodded to himself as he turned to his workshop. He went inside and began his experiment on the stones that was able to weaken the bones of an Einherjar. As he set the stones in place, a knock came from his door. He stopped what he was doing, and opened up the door. Behind it was a messenger bearing the royal crest; a sign that he was sent from the palace.

"Sir Trace Redfate, this letter is for you."

The messenger knelt on one knee and took out said letter. It was clear enough who the sender is from the stamp.

"I see. Thank you for your hard work. You may leave now."

"Sir!"

The messenger promptly left, leaving Trace alone with the letter. Trace immediately opened the letter, and the content was enough to make him sigh.

"I see... the king is as perceptive as always..."

He folded the letter, and put it back inside the envelope. He went to wake everyone up from their sleep before preparing for his departure.

"Almost forgot... He said he was going for a walk around the city..."

As he rubbed his chin from this new, unprecedented incident, soft footsteps approached him. He turned to the source of the sound and saw a woman with blue hair and eyes that matches it. The woman gave him a warm smile as she raised the small basket in her hand slightly.