November 21st, 2030…
Several months have passed.
I am currently 27 years old, and over eleven years have passed since my regression.
So much and very little have happened all at the same time.
It is late November, and I am in the late stage of my preparations to leave the Randalorion Kingdom so I can start my new life in Dustinville. After several correspondences between Regulus Heathcliff and me, it has been confirmed that all preparations for my arrival have been sorted out.
I can start heading down there anytime from now.
Whew… at long last!
As I lean back on my armchair, staring at all the old letters and piles of paper documents that lie sprawled before me, I can't help but smile.
These are the last set of things I need to sort through before I am done packing.
They also contain old memories from my traveling mercenary days.
Letters between me and my old teammates.
My old travel journal.
Unfinished drafts of my academic treatise that I never published.
