On the other hand, where Emery was, it had been seven days since they'd been busy fixing up the ruined house.
Honestly, he felt like he was in those artificial martial arts movies from western cinemas, as his cousin (grandpa-cousin, who knows) Johnathan taught him how to use magic with much more subtlety, from small wind blades to mowing grass to refining wood using complex spells to transform into magical wooden planks that were fire-resistant and that could generate a soft barrier in case of attacks.
Fortunately, Emery had a photographic memory and was an excellent apprentice, pairing that with the patient Second Imperial Prince, Emery's practice of magic grew very fast.
Of course, the house still wasn't presentable, but there were no more holes, and they would be sheltered from the cold, but they still didn't have furniture, so they used the blankets and blankets they had so much in Mattias and Naill's space item.
Hello dear readers!
How are you all today? I hope you are well and healthy.
With me everything is going well, I have to make some changes in my career as an author to make things even better. Soon you will have some news.
Chiquinho and the other cats are fine, the weather is hot as usual and my plants are loving the sun here.
Thank you for the comments, gifts, and all your support all this time!
@_@ will we have R-18, I mean smut, in the next chapter?
Will be?
As you can see SPOILER [12 hours in the real world is 7 days in the ghost town], so don't be too shocked that when and if Emery returns to the abbey it won't be too long.
SEE YA!