The Moonlight Swordsman

Aizel walked back to his inn room, laid down on his bed, closed his eyes, and thought about his room.

He was back in his apartment in no time. He dashed off to find Alora, only to discover plenty of pizza boxes littering the hall.

"What the fuck, how much did she eat?" Aizel wondered as he noticed Alora lying on the sofa, watching a Korean drama series. Aizel coughed briefly to get her attention.

"You are back already. Did you have fun beating the wyvern?"

"Wait, how do you know? Don't tell me you can read my mind or anything." Aizel asked, clearly horrified at all the bad things he had thought about loli before.

"Something like that, but you're here to ask me a question, right?" Alora asked while drinking Pepsi.

"Do you know about my cracked core and why I have it in my head instead of my stomach area?"

"Oh, you sensed it, huh?" Alora spoke while pondering how much of the information she could tell Aizel.

"I'll tell you a few things, but the rest you'll have to figure out for yourself." While Aizel sighed and nodded in agreement, At the very least, she was trying to explain something.

"You are unique among mages because you have a mental core rather than a magical core. Mental energy is obtained by processing mana through the mental core. The rest of them receive magic energy associated with their element." Alora finished speaking while Aizel seemed confused.

"So, which element do I have the most affinity for? Does the fact that I was able to use fire magic like Larisa imply that I have a fire affinity?" Aizel looked up at Alora expectantly, waiting for an answer.

"I'll give you a hint about your power. How do you use and manipulate mana and magic? That is your one-of-a-kind ability that no one else possesses."

"Now leave me; the season is just getting started; don't bother me now, shu shu." Alora didn't pay any attention after that.

Before leaving the apartment, Aizel took one last look at the pizza boxes. He needed to go for a walk to clear his head.

"All of the kingdoms, magic, and everything about Xelgar fascinate me. But what Alora said makes me very curious."

"I knew I could easily use sword skills, fire skills, and techniques because I had seen and read so many anime and novels. I still can't believe that there is now a unique power as well."

"Is it true that I possess the power of imagination, as Alora claims? Isn't that a little overpowering? However, I was still unable to use some techniques and skills in the fights. The power has a disadvantage and a limitation."

"Is that because of my cracked core? If I can somehow recover it, will I be able to do anything just by imagining?" Aizel thought.

"This is so messed up, I'll think about it later, but for now, let's get some coffee." Aizel sighed and made his way to his favorite coffee shop.

He was still dressed in a black sports t-shirt, trousers, and sneakers. Some girls were looking at him because he had a great body and was 6 feet tall. His face was slim, and he appeared to be the ideal man for a girl.

He arrived at his favorite coffee shop. The shop's name was Barista, and he always drank plain cappuccinos.

As soon as he walked into the shop, he ordered a cappuccino. After a few minutes, his order arrived, and he found a quiet place to drink.

But just as he took his first sip, he was interrupted by a beautiful voice from his side.

"Nice to meet you here, Aizel."

It was none other than Irene, with a guy wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

Irene wore a regular top and denim jeans, with her light silver hair in a ponytail. Meanwhile, the guy stood around 6 feet tall, had fair skin, and was dressed casually in a jacket, jeans, and cool sneakers.

When compared to Aizel, the guy was attractive but not close enough.

Aizel looked at him with deep black eyes like a predator, giving him a chill. Irene noticed something and introduced him right away.

"Aizel, this is Luke, my boyfriend."

Aizel was aware that there was a possibility that Irene was dating someone, but he refused to believe it. He always imagined that one day he would summon the courage to ask her out.

Aside from doctor Shelly, Irene was the only person in this world who had helped and cared for him. He had already decided that if he could, he would do anything for them.

Aizel took a deep breath and stood up "Hello Luke, my name is Aizel," he said as he extended his hand for a handshake.

Irene stared at the scene, her eyes wide open. It was Aizel who took the first step toward a handshake. The same Aizel is afraid of everyone and would hate it if anyone touched him because of his bullying life in the past.

Luke gave him a friendly smile and shook his hand.

"Thank you, Aizel, for always looking after Irene in the office. She has told me so much about you; you are a wonderful person." Luke spoke up.

"Well, it's actually the opposite." As he replied, Aizel chuckled.

"Aizel, weren't you supposed to be going on vacation?" Irene stepped in because she needed to ask a question.

"Yeah, soon enough; right now, I'm deciding where to go. Maybe Japan, because I've always wanted to visit." Aizel told them while sipping his coffee.

"Okay, well, make sure to bring me some souvenirs and let me know if you need anything, okay?" Irene said with a smile, and Aizel nodded in agreement.

"Okay, Aizel, see you around." Irene and Luke quickly said their goodbyes and walked out of the coffee shop.

"Seems like life really likes to hurt me again and again, huh." Aizel laughed as she sipped her coffee once again.

A pair of fathers and a kid were seated nearby, enjoying coffee shakes.

"Dad, see, that guy is crying because he loved the coffee," said the kid as he pointed his finger at Aizel.

His father sighed, unsure of how to explain about love to his son.