Away from the bustling chaos within the Academy, they witnessed an enigma that shook the place's founding history.
In some Frontier territory, a carriage rocked calmly on the paved-stone road. The horse's eight legs clapped around the road, pushing through the bustling street.
Ryan, who was left alone to manage the territory, had a mission he had promised his son.
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Last night, as the moonlight filtered through the window in his office, Ryan tirelessly moved his pen, scribbling on the piece of paper regarding the territory's finances.
The room was quiet; only his writing noise stirred the gentle atmosphere.
After looking at the content, Ryan took a stamp, slapped the parchment with the family emblem, and placed it to his right.
But when he wanted to take another document from his left, his hand froze midway as he heard the door in the room knock thrice.
