บท 1233: In Three Days

Arthur's return to Runera was marked by a grand spectacle; the entire city had gathered at the gates, their faces alight with reverence and relief. As he approached, the crowd parted like the sea, their bows deep, a silent testament to his revered status. Sarohan, Whisker, and Oriole flanked him, each carrying the weight of recent battles and triumphs.

At the forefront of the assembly stood Julia, her expression a complex tapestry of fury and concern. As Vice-Guild Master of Ascent, and like a sister more than an aide, her stance was rigid, her eyes flashing with the fire of a thousand unsaid words. "Arthur," she began, her voice loud enough for only him to hear over the crowd's murmurs, "you wage war against the world and expect no counsel from those who keep your city thriving?"

Arthur met her gaze steadily, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. "Julia, my battles are not just my own, but ours. I fight to protect not just Runera but all we've built together."