The following morning, Jovian stood at the entrance of West Lucozia Airport, wearing a sharp suit.

Before the trip, he had contacted his comrade with whom he had fought side by side in the military. After earning military merit and with the Ballard family's influence, he was fortunate enough to stay in Oakvale and secure a decent position.

His comrade, on the other hand, had moved to West Lucozia to carve out a life for himself. Years of hard work had paid off—he was now a third-rank general with considerable power, influence, and a strong network of connections.

Jovian's meeting with the Prince of West Lucozia would depend entirely on his comrade's connections.

Just then, the roar of an engine cut through the air as a military jeep pulled up beside him. The window rolled down, and the first thing that came into view was a bald head gleaming in the sunlight like a lightbulb. The glare nearly blinded him.

Under that shiny dome was a face that looked ordinary at first glance. But w