Near the entrance of the training grounds, a young man stood silently.
His height was around one hundred eighty-three centimeters.
Dark midnight-blue hair. Matching blue eyes. And with a strong build.
His expression looked slightly nervous.
It was Arnold Bigod. The same person who had once sent Amon toward that unknown place.
At this moment, his eyes were fixed entirely on Amon.
Disbelief filled his face.
There was shock, confusion and uneasiness on his face.
All mixed together.
He had heard rumors.
But seeing Amon personally was different. Arnold stared at the laughing young man standing with Seraphina and Aisha.
The same boy who should have disappeared forever.
The same boy who somehow returned.
His throat felt dry.
"...How?"
He muttered quietly.
"...How is he back?"
His voice barely came out.
The thoughts inside his head became a complete mess.
Questions appeared one after another.
What happened? How did he survive? Did he know anything?
