For several days after his meeting with the Count, Zich spent his days quietly doing his own things. He sometimes oversaw Hans, Snoc, or Lara’s training, accompanied Leona in her sightseeing, and even wandered around the residence’s garden with nothing to do. It was the perfect way to rest and play. Zich’s peaceful and leisurely lifestyle was especially eye-catching inside the hectic estate since everyone else was busy cleaning up after the war. However, as expected, no one reprimanded Zich, and even those with their complaints kept them to themselves. After all, their opponent was a human who had fought head-on with a legendary dragon; that alone garnered the admiration of all, and the moment they voiced their complaints aloud, Zich’s followers would probably kill them before Zich even lifted his finger.

Contrary to what everyone thought, Zich wasn’t only playing around. Zich sat on top of his bed and closed his eyes. All sorts of memories wandered and floated inside his head. These were unfamiliar memories he had never seen or experienced before. They weren’t organized and were sometimes vague,...