Reincarnated as a Genius Mage

We have just two weeks until we leave for the Orcan war.

The night is young. The cleaved moon is showering its tender light down on the world— casting a looming shadow of K’s house on the courtyard.

I’m outside, in the courtyard. I just finished downing a whole roasted Pirantroph.

It’s funny. Hunger doesn’t drive me insane anymore.

And it’s not like I don’t feel the hunger. But, it’s more like I can control it, like I can live with it now, and I can ignore it until when I feel like attending to it.

K was right. Hunger can be tamed. And that’s exactly what I’ve done.

The fire from the firewood which I used to roast the Pirantroph is still burning, and I’m sitting near it, feeling the warmth.

K’s not at home right now. He left home early this morning to discuss the war stuff with Gislow, the Mercenary Guildmaster. He hasn’t returned since then.

The tender breeze blows over my face. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. I open my eyes, and tuck my hand inside my pocket, and I bring it out.

I took advantage of K’s absence today to search for my robe and mask. To know where the hell he actually kept them. But, I couldn’t find them at all. Instead, I found the bag where my two artifacts; the Chakram and that ominous spiky ring were kept. Only the ring was remaining in the bag as I was with the Chakram.

So I took the ring.

Now, I’m holding it.