Riding the summer breeze, the Shell joyfully drifted downstream. The old sailor Van Dijk stood behind the wheel, smoking and watching happily as Soka ran back and forth. Being able to relive the joy of sailing, the old man seemed to become as young as they were.
This time, riding the stream downward, Lynch felt noticeably different compared to his last visit to the Mage Association. He had already shed the tension and unease. Now he was a mage, no longer just hearing the infamy of those who could cast spells from stories his mother told.