I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 222: Promise (1)

The soft glow of enchanted lanterns illuminated the interior of Vulwin’s shop, casting flickering light across the many artifacts, scrolls, and rare relics that lined the shelves.

But Vulwin wasn’t paying attention to any of them.

His gaze remained fixed on the Royals Set, displayed carefully on the table before him.

A masterpiece of craftsmanship—one that had once belonged to the most powerful heroes of Trion’s history.

He let out a quiet breath, running his fingers along the intricate engravings on the chest piece.

"Even after all this time… its enchantments haven’t faded."

Each individual piece of the set radiated a subtle pulse of mana, a testament to the enchantments woven into the armor.

The crown, despite being made of metal, felt almost weightless.

The royal cloak, embedded with protective runes, shimmered faintly under the dim lighting.

The gauntlets, despite their regal design, bore the undeniable aura of combat-readiness.

And the sword—elegant yet deadly—rested at the side of the table, its gem-embedded hilt gleaming.

Vulwin had spent months researching this set, uncovering the secrets hidden within its design.

Yet, there was still so much he didn’t know.

Vulwin leaned back slightly, his sharp eyes narrowing as he studied the inscriptions woven into the fabric of the royal cloak.

This magic… it’s different from modern enchantments.

It wasn’t the usual mana reinforcement that most powerful gear had.

No—this was something else.

Something older.

Something that belonged to an era long before the current rulers of Trion.

There were runes woven so deeply into the armor that they weren’t visible unless examined under specific magical conditions.

Vulwin had tested everything—light magic, dark magic, elemental influences—but he still hadn’t deciphered them all.

Even now, as he ran his fingers over the shoulder plating, he felt the faintest trace of locked power beneath the surface.

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A whisper of something that hadn’t been awakened yet.

"Just what were they preparing for?" he murmured to himself.

The heroes of old hadn’t just created this set for appearance.

There was a reason they had designed it like this.

Vulwin had a feeling that whoever wore the full set could unlock something beyond just strength or defense.

But now—

His lips pressed into a thin line.

It wasn’t his to uncover.

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A faint hum of magic stirred the air.

Vulwin’s sharp ears twitched as he sensed the disturbance before he saw it.

He calmly turned his gaze toward the open window, where a glimmer of light flickered against the evening sky.

Then, with a gentle flutter, a bird made of pure magic entered his shop.

Its body shimmered like woven stardust, its form pulsing with faint traces of Arlon’s mana.

Vulwin sighed. "Took you long enough."

The magic bird perched on the edge of the Royals Set’s display case, its form barely flickering despite the overwhelming magic that surrounded it.

A moment later—it dissolved.

As the glowing particles scattered into the air, they reformed into a single line of writing, floating briefly before fading into nothing.

The message was simple.

"It is time to bring them back."

Vulwin read it once. Then again.

Then, he exhaled deeply, rubbing his forehead. "So, he’s finally come for them."

He had known this day would come.

The Royals Set didn’t belong to anyone.

Not him. Not the Trion government. Not even Zephyrion, though he was responsible for keeping it safe.

It was something that had always been kept safe, guarded, and untouched until the time came for it to be returned.

And now that time had come.

Vulwin traced a hand over the engraved chest plate, feeling the weight of the responsibility settle over him.

Arlon was right.

But that didn’t mean this was a simple task.

The Royals Set was not just an artifact—it was a symbol.

Returning it could set many things into motion.

And there were those who could take notice.

Vulwin let out another sigh, standing up from his seat. "Well then… Let’s not waste time."

Vulwin turned away from the Royals Set, his expression calm but his mind already working through who to call for this task.

It had to be someone trustworthy.

Someone who understood the weight of this duty.

And more importantly—someone who could deliver the set without drawing unnecessary attention.

He reached for a small crystal device resting on his desk.

Unlike modern communication tools used by other Trionians and some saviors, this was something far older—a direct magical link, untraceable and unhackable.

With a light touch, Vulwin sent a pulse of mana into it.

Within seconds, a soft knock came from the door behind him.

The person had been nearby. As expected.

"Enter."

The door swung open silently.

A figure stepped inside.

A girl.

Vulwin didn’t acknowledge her appearance. It wasn’t necessary. Who she was mattered far more than what she looked like.

However, she was obviously a mage and probably one of the great caliber.

Her staff was decorated with expensive looking ornaments. Her robe was brand new.

Even though she had only recently started working for Vulwin, she moved with confidence and discipline, stepping forward and stopping precisely three feet from his desk, awaiting instructions.

She didn’t speak first.

Good.

Vulwin studied her for a moment before he finally spoke.

"I have an important task for you."

Her posture straightened slightly, as if she had been waiting for this moment.

"Yes, sir."

He turned back to the Royals Set, brushing a hand over the chest plate once more.

"This set has remained here for too long. It is time for it to return to its rightful place."

She nodded once, showing no surprise.

"Understood. I will deliver it immediately."

Vulwin’s sharp eyes studied her reaction. No hesitation. No questions.

That’s why I chose her, he thought.

He reached out, and with a simple motion, the Royals Set vanished from the table, stored safely within a secure spatial lock.

Then, he turned and held out the magical lock to her.

"Take this to him."

She stepped forward and accepted it without a word.

There was no ceremony, no drawn-out speech.

She simply took it—and with a single nod, she was gone.

The door closed behind her, and silence returned to the shop.

Vulwin leaned back against his chair, letting out a slow breath.

"Let’s see how this plays out, Arlon."

***

The girl went outside.

The second she was out of the room, her lips turned into a smile.

She seemed excited and happy.

It is time to see you again. I hope you haven’t forgotten your promise...

She didn’t wait anymore and headed out.

Her destination was the same as Arlon’s.