Born in Another World With Two E Rank Skills!?

The return to Velis was swift. With Velra already bonded to the group, the majestic flying beast carried them through the sky with powerful, practiced wingbeats. They soared over the forested hills and winding rivers below, the land rushing past beneath them as the sun cast golden light across the sky.

Though the journey was smooth, it wasn't silent.

"So," Mira's mother said with a grin as they rode, her voice teasing over the wind, "did Kael ever hear about your 'Archmage Queen' phase?"

Kael turned slightly, curious. "What phase?"

Mira groaned. "Don't."

Too late.

"When she was five," her father chimed in, clearly delighted, "she found some old armor pieces in our armoire. Put on everything she could carry—helmet half-falling off, one gauntlet on the wrong hand—and marched around the house screaming about being the strongest mage in the world."

"She proclaimed war on the furniture," her mother added. "Had a bedsheet cape and everything."

Kael laughed, but the motion pulled at the bandages on his leg and made him wince. "I'd tease you more," he said to Mira, grinning, "but I'm still walking around with a partially cooked calf."

Mira's cheeks flushed, both from embarrassment and concern. "You should've said something if it was hurting."

"It'll be fine," Kael said with a weak shrug.

Behind them, Dalen chuckled. "You two argue like an old married couple. It's adorable."

He stared out over the clouds for a moment, letting the warmth of the memory settle before thinking to himself, Good thing we left Wrenvale when we did—gods only know what Balen would've shared about me.

Two days passed quickly with Velra covering most of the distance. The skyline of Velis eventually emerged from the horizon, its tall towers and domed halls casting long shadows under the setting sun.

Once they landed outside the city gates, Dalen stretched and rolled his shoulders. "I'll check in at the Academy and make sure your class absences are excused."

He offered a tired smile. "Try not to blow anything up before I'm back."

With that, he vanished into the city.

Kael turned to the others. "We should get healed. Properly."

Everyone groaned.

"The infirmary," Mira muttered. "Of course."

Kael tried to hide his limp but didn't do a great job. "Yeah, I'd like to walk without a burning sensation, thanks."

They made their way to the healing halls. The clerics and healers worked fast—mending Mira's bruises, Elira's ribs, Garron's deep gash. When it was Kael's turn, the healer clucked his tongue and examined the scorched flesh on Kael's calf.

"You're lucky it didn't go deeper. Second-degree. Not your finest moment, I assume?"

"Definitely not," Kael muttered.

The healing spell was warm, tingling and uncomfortable, but afterward, the skin was smooth—red, but no longer raw.

After paying for the healing services they stepped outside, sore but mended, they walked straight to the Guild.

Mira's parents turned in the completed Wrenvale quest. After the guild fee, the reward was still sizable.

"Enough to take a few weeks off," Mira's father said, securing the payment.

In the Guild's lounge, they found Erion seated near the windows, sipping his usual tea. His shoulders relaxed the moment he saw them.

"You're back," he said with relief. "All of you."

"Wrenvale's safe," Kael said, smiling.

"More than safe," Mira added. "They have defenses now. Real ones."

Erion listened as they recounted the events, nodding quietly. "You've done good work," he said. "More than I ever expected."

Kael glanced at him, frowning. "You're heading out again soon?"

Erion nodded. "Trade calls. But I've got new guards now—tough ones. Known them since they were kids. It'll be fine."

Kael didn't look convinced, but Erion smiled.

"You've got your own path now. Focus on that."

Before Kael could argue, Garron clapped a hand on his back. "Kael's coming to stay with us for a while. Our house has space. Better than crowding this guy while he's trying to sleep."

Erion chuckled. "That's probably for the best."

As they walked through the familiar streets of Velis, Mira looped her arm through Kael's.

"Feels weird being back," she said.

Kael nodded. "Yeah. Like we left part of ourselves behind."

"But we brought back more too," she said, smiling.

As the sun set behind the city's spires, painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson, Kael looked toward the glowing rooftops—and felt a strange, quiet peace settle in his chest.

Home, for now.