Nathan entered a tavern. He had reached the city far to the south, near the front line.
He couldn't help but look at the poster on the wall. It was a picture of a man wearing a black mask covering his lips and nose.
Just from one look, it was clear it was a picture of him, especially since the one providing this poster was the Eleren family.
It had been one month after he had escaped from the Eleren family.
In the past month, he had been focusing on his training, mostly manuals. Although he wasn't able to perfect them yet, he had a high mastery of each of them.
Of course, Nathan didn't neglect his elemental practice, but the progress couldn't be compared to the progress on the three manuals.
And finally, he went to the place near the front line.
Nathan reached the bar and waited for the bartender to notice him.
Before he got served, he couldn't help but overhear people's conversations.
"Have you heard about the front line?"
"What about the front line?"
