Southern Continent—Tepello Castle, under the control of the Karelia Army.

Situated along the border with the Ohana Army, the ruler of this castle was none other than Lunarian Iniang.

At first, many had questioned whether it was wise to entrust such an important position to someone who had barely arrived.

But as time passed and Luna continued to prove her abilities, the complaints quickly died down.

Her firm stance on merit-based rewards and punishments, along with her meticulous attention to even the smallest details that most lords would overlook, left no room for doubt.

Given Karelia’s emphasis on competence—especially with Vanessa at its helm—it was only natural that Luna had been appointed.

And so, within the royal hall of Tepello Castle—

Tifa and Luna were having a rare private conversation.

"Old man Cain wants to see me too?"

"Yes."

"Why? I’m busy training the troops."

"He said he has something to show us."

"Oh? What about the others?"

"He preferred that it just be us."

"Heh. Really?"

Tifa grinned.

"You, me, and old man Cain all together… makes me think of the old days."@@novelbin@@

"……."

Luna had thought the same.

But there was one difference—

One person was no longer here.

"By the way, Luna, you’ve heard about the white-haired magician in Brans’ army, right?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, I’m pretty damn sure that’s Swen."

"You think so too?"

"Of course! How many young white-haired men would go around pulling off insane stunts like that?"

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