Frostfire Legacy

After that, Vanessa bothered—no, she stayed with him for a bit longer before Dr. Zell chased her away. Of course, she didn't back away without a fight and got a promise from Aster to cooperate with her as soon as she got permission from the government.

The girls also returned for the day. Too many things happened, and they too were tired... mentally. Dr. Zellbrook didn't forget to make them sign a non-disclosure agreement regarding Aster's matter before letting them go.

Other than Tina, who insisted on staying, the rest were easily sent off.

Aster had to stay in the hospital for the night, just in case his state reverted once again. It was fortunate that a simple heal could prevent the encroachment, but that would mean he needed to have heal cast on him regularly.

'Fortunately, the symptoms would only worsen if I used the seal, so it wouldn't get worse without me doing anything.'

If not for that, then he might have his emotions controlled once more.

"Still... Frostfire Legacy, huh?" He lifted his right hand, staring at the back—at the engraved seal on it—and sighed. "I wonder how I got this... Could it be mom and dad's work?"

It did have a legacy to its name, after all. However, Aster quickly shook his head, dismissing the thought.

"No matter what it is or where it came from, I'll show you how I master control over it!"

Aster was determined not to let fate control him.

"First, I need to make sure my level and stats are higher than it. Let's see... Level 15 should be good. I should set that as my initial target!"

He gripped his fist tight, hardening his resolve to fight.

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The next day, Aster was discharged.

Of course, he wasn't let out of the hospital without a guard, as he could still have a relapse. The girls had already been waiting for his discharge in the lobby, all geared up and ready to move.

"Everyone, thanks for waiting." He smiled as he approached the girls. "But for now, I was thinking of not entering the dungeon."

"You're planning to finally get a class, aren't you?" Kali whispered a guess, raising a brow while staring at him.

Aster's smile widened, becoming a little awkward as he continued.

"Correct. As such, I would be heading to the Class Exchange Hall first. I guess if everything goes well, we could still hunt in the afternoon."

Class Exchange Hall is a special place, just like the Adventurer's Guild. In there, one would be able to move from classless to whatever class fits them or upgrade the rank of their classes every 5 levels.

"Then I'll come with you~! I haven't updated my class after passing level 5 yet, after all." Cassy commented, her ears flicking around in excitement.

Tina had already moved to Aster's side, pulling his arm into her embrace, and declared. "I'll never leave your side again, Darling~! Wherever you go, I will too!"

"What about you two?" Aster asked Kali and Liz, who hadn't raised their plans just yet.

Kali sighed before insisting on coming too. "Same with the stupid rabbit; I need to upgrade my class too. We've been heading to the dungeon every day, so I didn't have time to do it."

"As for me, I guess I'll just accompany everyone to the hall."

Liz was already level 5 before she joined the party, and she had already finished upgrading her class beforehand.

With three girls needing to upgrade their classes and one who needed to get his first class, the party started walking to their destination.

The Class Exchange Hall was located in the opposite direction when going from Aster's hotel; as such, they didn't pass by it on their daily commute. It was roughly an hour's walk from the hospital, so they reached it not too long after.

Before them stood a majestic, golden building with a triangular cross-section. The shape was made to cater to the three attack types: melee, projectiles, and magic. Usually, after you get your class, you only need to access one of the three entrances, so the girls split up right there and then.

Cassy went for the magic-class entrance alone. Tina wanted to tag along with Aster but was dragged away by Kali, who was in the same melee class as her. Only Liz was left to guide Aster around.

Other than the three main classes' entrances, there's also a fourth one that leads to a wide space underground. That place is a multipurpose one, where testing of one's aptitude and assigning of classes would be done in one go.

"It's been a while since I went here, but it didn't change one bit," Liz muttered with a hint of nostalgia.

She had been moving as an adventurer for about a month already. But since she didn't form a party, her leveling rate was slower than Aster's.

"The registration window is over here. Follow me."

The underground area was too big, and the window that welcomed them right after entering wasn't the one that Aster needed. With Liz at the lead, the two walked for quite a while before finally reaching their target, the registration window.

Aster walked forward, with Liz watching over him, and spoke to the receptionist.

"I want to apply for a class change." He spoke in a business-like tone.

"Class Change, is it? Are you already registered in the Adventurer's Guild? If yes, please show me your card."

The receptionist was, for some reason, another beautiful elf woman. Seeing this and the cases in most places he visited, he started to wonder if elves are always put on front-desk jobs.

"Ah, yes. I'm already registered." Aster continued, returning to his senses. "Here's my card."

"Let me see for a moment... Mr. Aster Mistral, is it? I've recorded it. Now, would you like to check for your class compatibility first?"

"I'll check for my compatibilities first, please."

"I see. Then, please enter through that gate over there."

The elf beauty passed his card back with a smile before pointing to her back, slightly to her right. There was a large gate heading toward a sectioned-off area, hidden from view.

He took a deep breath before turning to face Liz and waving his hand.

"I will be going for a short while."

"I'll be waiting here then. Good luck!" Liz smiled, nodding her head.

Aster turned toward the gate and pressed his hand on the center plate with a handprint drawn on it. After the door scanned his palm with a green laser-like light, the bulky metal doors started to slide on either side, releasing pressurized air from inside along with cold white smoke.

Although slightly nervous, Aster took a step forward, heading into the depths of the dark room.