Nonetheless, Damien was now fully ready for the academy, and whatever trouble might arise there.
Three days.
That was how long he had left before heading to the academy for the first time in this life.
He didn't have to worry about his part-time job either, since Sophie surprisingly gave him a one-week leave to prepare for the academy.
Damien found it a little odd for her to give such a generous leave, and he could also remember the strange expression on her face when she gave the leave.
He didn't press too hard on the matter, but he could tell there was something going on, which he would make sure he got to the bottom of.
Time flew by quickly after that.
And just like that—three days passed.
The morning sun hung lazily over the horizon, casting long streaks of light across the city streets.
Damien now stood in front of a fairly large black chariot, its polished surface gleaming faintly under the morning light.
