In another place right now, in the capital of the Avandor Empire, a young man with golden hair was sitting on the bed in his room in the imperial palace. Even though he hadn't chosen a sponsor yet, Cedric was still allowed to stay in the manor at the palace. He let out a long sigh, checking the sword on his lap.
Beside him, Astra floated calmly, her golden light glowing faintly. "You look restless, Player. Is something bothering you?"
Cedric huffed for a moment, closed his eyes, and then put the sword that had been on his lap beside him. "Hey, Astra. Don't you feel like the celebration party is missing something?" He opened his eyes again, "It feels like everything is going smoothly like nothing happened."
Astra circled around Cedric's head at this time, his golden light flickering as if indicating that he was thinking at the moment.
