Chapter 1

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The sun was shining. Flowers were blooming. Birds were sailing across the sky singing their joyful songs. The people of Selphia wandered about their own lives in bliss; truly a town of peace. It had been months since Frey had found Ventuswill in Rune Prana and brought the beloved dragon back to her home. It's been even longer since the Sechs Empire was defeated. The kingdom of Norad was currently working on negotiations with what was left of the Sechs after Ethelberd's death. No one was in danger. No one needed to be rescued. They were actually living in a wonderful peacetime era. There was nothing wrong.

However, it was on days like this... that Leon's boredom began to spike.

Sure, it was great that all of his friends were safe and no one was in peril. The constant thought of waiting for the other shoe to drop was finally lifted but it was kind of hard to adjust too. For centuries he was trapped in Leon Karnak as Sarcophagus. It was a constant battle just to stay conscious, let alone relax. Even before that, he was looking for ways to extend Ventuswill's life. As her best friend, and Dragon Priest, it was up to him to figure these things out. Leon never showed it but it was more than a little bit stressful. So the fact that everything seemed to have screeched to a slow relaxing halt... was an adjustment. He was having trouble finding things to do with himself in his downtime.

Once upon a time, he was a major pillar in the community. People turned to him for advice, asked him for help with events, he tended to Ventuswill as her guard and confidant. He still did some of those things but for the most part, he was a time traveler left to find himself in this modern age. Everyone was more than supportive. If he had a question, all he had to do was ask and everyone would answer to the best of their ability. He was blessed to have awoken to such a welcoming group of individuals. Yet... he still had this itch. This urge to do something. He just didn't know what.

The fox ears on his head twitched in irritation as he lounged against the fence in the town square. There must be something he could do... but what?

"Forte! Thanks for coming with me to the water ruins. Those goblins were really growing in number out there." Frey, the twin-tailed princess, said as she walked into the town entrance with the blonde dragon knight by her side.

"It was an honor to fight alongside you but to be fair... this is something that I should be doing in the first place," Forte replied with a smile. She took off her helmet for a moment to wipe the sweat from her brow. "You've done more than enough when it comes to defending Selphia... Sometimes I wonder if we should switch places."

Frey laughed. "Sorry but I'm already doing that with Arthur. Also, it's no big deal... who wouldn't want to do anything to protect their home?" The mint-haired woman shrugged a little bashfully. Even after several months, she still wasn't used to being treated like a hero.

Leon's ears perked up with his full attention on the two girls in front of him. It seemed that the gods were being fortunate today by gracing him with an opportunity. One he will not refuse to take. "Good afternoon, ladies," Leon called out as he made his way over to them. His tail swished behind him playfully. A telltale sign of intended mischief.

Forte immediately stopped her gait and pointed at the dragon priest. "You!"

"Me?" He couldn't help but smirk at Forte's reaction to his presence.

"Yes, you! You need to stop giving Kiel such outlandish ideas and bad habits!" She stated with the authority of a captain... which did nothing to intimidate the fox-man in front of her.

Leon chuckled lightly. "Ideas? Habits? Your brother has been out studying Selphia Plains. I haven't talked to him for a few days." Kiel... the adorable little brother of Forte. The one who naively believes pretty much everything that came out of his mouth. Which was a fun trait to pick at on any given day. Especially if it riled up his stoic and serious sister. What had the little brother done this time?

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