The Water Magician

"Well, that took quite some time."

"Yeah, it did."

The two exited the shop with the flying bracelet, the Flying Ring, in hand.

Ryo made this remark, and Abel responded, though it was clear to Ryo that his mind was elsewhere.

In fact, anyone could tell just by looking at him.

He was admiring the Flying Ring he wore on his left arm from various angles.

He looked incredibly happy.

Walking alongside them, Feiwan curiously glanced back and forth between Abel's face and the Flying Ring.

As expected from a beloved horse, it seemed interested in what its master liked.

"I'm glad it’s easy to remove. But it took over an hour to adjust. Well, thanks to that, it seems others can't use it, so I'm grateful it won't get stolen."

"I'll tear apart anyone who tries to steal my Flying Ring."

"Oh, um... Abel's eyes are serious; this is scary..."

At that moment, Abel's expression turned frightening.

Ryo averted his gaze.

It genuinely seemed like Abel might actually tear someone apart.

Ding, ding, ding...

The sound of bells echoed from a distance.

"Oh, it must be noon. It took a while to adjust. And paying thirty gold coins for one was surprising. I'm glad I could pay directly from the bank card. Darwei is quite progressive."

Ryo nodded, impressed.

"By the way, didn't Ryo buy two Flying Rings?"

Finally able to divert his attention from his own Flying Ring, Abel asked.

"Yes, of course. One was adjusted for me. The other one I bought as it was, without adjustments."

"Are you going to compare them?"

"That's the plan initially. In the end, I’ll disassemble them, though?"

The moment Ryo said that, Abel's expression changed.

If it were to be titled, it would be 'Despair'.

"Don’t worry, I won't touch your Flying Ring."

"Is that so? That’s good."

With Ryo's words, Abel's expression returned to normal, returning to his usual tone.

"I'd like to practice somewhere, but..."

"It would be difficult in this area. There are too many people."

"Indeed."

The two were retracing the path they took in the morning.

There wasn’t a particular reason, but it seemed many stalls were about to open in the square with the clock tower.

When they passed earlier, it was just past ten, so half of them were still preparing, but now it was noon.

Many stalls had to be open by now.

"I'm quite hungry."

"Well, it's lunchtime. Shall we eat somewhere?"

"Let’s do that. Oh, after lunch, how about checking into an inn early? A large inn should have a courtyard or a back garden. If we practice there..."

"Ryo, that’s a great idea!"

Abel happily praised Ryo’s suggestion.

However, after looking around, he became slightly anxious.

"I hope there are no inns fully booked because of the crowds..."

Yes, they had experienced this.

They couldn’t stay at an inn during the princess marriage procession and had to camp outside...

Currently, this imperial capital was gathering people from all over the Empire in anticipation of Princess Shio Fen's wedding.

He remembered receiving such an explanation when boarding the cargo ship.

If that’s the case, inns might be fully booked...

"Perhaps affordable inns won't be available."

"Hey..."

"But in a city this size, there should be high-end inns open. While we might not stay for an extended period, we could manage one or two nights, right? Moreover, if it's not a place like that, there won't be enough space for you to practice flying."

"That's true... It's rare for high-end inns to be fully booked."

Abel was a king.

Moreover, he was a former a-rank adventurer.

He often stayed at high-end inns.

He knew that high-end inns in large cities rarely ever become fully booked.

There were almost no spontaneous guests like Ryo and Abel.

After all, wealthy people or important figures would stay in groups.

Naturally, they would have reservations.

"Earlier, didn’t we receive a flying instruction manual at the shop?"

"Ah, the one about ten pages long? I've read it all and memorized it."

"No way..."

When Ryo brought up the flying instruction manual they received at the shop, Abel claimed he had memorized it.

Apparently, he had read it while waiting for the adjustments.