章 38: The Fallen Artist

Returning to his hometown, Emrys feels a wave of nostalgia wash over him. It's been more than ten years since he last stepped foot here.

After joining the royal palace and becoming an imperial knight, he had little reason to return.

As he walks through the familiar streets, he notices the subtle changes in the buildings and the atmosphere, yet the core of the town remains the same.

The cobblestone paths, the old stone houses, and the market square, where he once played as a child, all bring back vivid memories.

He can feel the weight of curious eyes on him, even though he isn't wearing his knightly uniform. His tall, muscular frame and chiseled features, accentuated by his tan skin from hours of training under the sun, make him stand out.

His dark hair, slightly tousled from the journey, frames his turquoise eyes.