Dean was barely able to make it to his location as it was already far into the night however his journey was off by a few kilometers.
Sleeping another night meaning he used up 3 days with 4 days left including the day it would take to travel back to the academy.
On the way he met many bandits yet they were surprisingly weak as Dean soon managed to outrun them.
No fighting was done even if birds chased him or lizards wanted to devour him. It would waste too much time if he did so.
Once it was morning, Dean left his temporary camp to tread through the last kilometers and found the place that made up his childhood.
The training area where luscious green grass used to grow had been reduced to black ashes.
He was quite fond of this place as his blood would like to puddle up in this area but even the grass rejected him.
They didn't even put his blood to good use and just allowed it to dry up.
Honestly a waste.
Crops that once provided food for the large family and created a large revenue for spending money was now also ash.
It was a waste of food but what could you do?
The sight of crumbling buildings was much more amusing.
Houses once filled with various colors and different styles of architecture as well as history will eventually return to dust.
Some wood refused to let this end lying down and instead stood up unstably with he lightest breeze making them sway.
Any cloth used were now glued to the ground due to the high temperature that slowly melted the fabric.
Kicking the ashes around, it was a pretty sight to see the small particles fall down.
It was quite disturbing to see the human ashes with charred skin however Dean couldn't help but ignore their dead bodies.
Dean was imagining how big the fire Christian had set off within this house as it destroyed everything and even leeched off the crops nearby.
Would it be bright enough that the moon would reflect off it?
That was a question that can never be answered as the witnesses were most likely dead or silenced.
Wandering around what was once a house, Dean kicked up a mess everywhere as a way to relieve himself of the torture he received at young.
The ability to freely do whatever you wanted without anyone felt incredible. It was the small mild problems in your life that was slowly disappearing.
Although that was one of his purposes, the other one was to look for anything of interest.
He once saw an article of clothing that barely caught on fire however it was for a female due to the design.
Another was a special tableware he remembered his grandfather once had meaning he was currently within his office.
The table wasn't too special but it seemed to be on an odd angle.
Picking it up and throwing it to the side, Dean found a couple of books beneath.
One was labelled with the history of the Wilkes family however Dean didn't care about this and instead threw away the thick book.
What grabbed his attention the most was a sealed envelope with an interesting wax seal.
If he was able to remember correctly, this specific was specially used by his grandfather when he was sending letters containing secrets the outside world should never know about such as trade routes.
Lacking the patience to wait and open the letter in a private room, Dean felt more comfortable opening it right now.
Contained inside was a small note with scribbles written in a messy manner, most likely due to it being rushed as the ink was slightly smudged.
If you happen to hear about the incident of what has happened to us, please do not take revenge. It seems we have offended a large power that in the end wouldn't tell us their identity.
A few of your relatives have escaped into the world and ran away from this incident in the hopes our bloodline still continues.
Your father has most likely died but you have the rights to know that his destination was the Zikel Clan's District. There you can ask around the name of 'Lily Zikel'
Your beloved grandfather}
Dean was chuckling at the irony that he shouldn't pursue revenge but he took it into his own hands because of a personal grudge and not such a poor reason.
His relatives rarely treated him kindly as all they could think about was making a profit to improve their families lives even if that meant the sacrifice of another.
It wasn't a surprise that his father died as grandpa did at one point mention that he was considered 'missing'.
A person who can't even take responsibility of an adult didn't need his approval of a son.
He spent many days beaten into a pitiful sight yet sometimes he could tell that his father would watch without any emotions.
This made him think that he may have been a bastard child but his father never mentioned a female partner or even bring a female to the clan.
Another one was that he was adopted which would also make sense but it seems his grandpa was persistent in acknowledging the fact that he is still his grandchild.
The Zikel Clan piqued his interest as he had never heard of this clan before and since his father wanted to go there, it meant this was a clan with significant power not in a local area.
The name 'Lily Zikel' rang 0 bells in his head and he was very tempted to just tear this paper into scraps.
However, seeing the tears his grandpa stained the paper and the mysterious Zikel Clan, Dean instead kept the paper within his Blue Orb.
There was a slight hesitation in doing so but when he tried to stop himself getting sentimental a sharp lack of something made him feel pain.
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