The next day.
The sun shyly penetrated through the heavy clouds, and every beam, after breaking through the gloom, felt like a released golden restraint, faintly illuminating the silhouettes of the diverse pedestrians and monsters on the Sunday streets of Herram.
The windows of the buildings on both sides of the street became small stages of life. Miniature magical beasts or alchemy creatures put their tentacles and tails gently on the windowsills, curiously peering at the world outside.
And in this morning.
Lanci had already left his inn located near the Protoss Royal Magic Academy.
He was on his way to the Temple of the Nirvana Knights.
He had been at the Protoss Royal Magic Academy for five working days now.
Today, as the last day of the weekend, he has to go to the Nirvana Knights to meet the Grand Priest who gave him the Certificate of Rebirth from the Nirvana Branch and receive the future work arrangements in the morning.