Journey's Dawn[]
Mina is a renowned traveler whose journals are widely read by the Aurorians of Astra. In one of her travel logs, Mina describes a regret she has held in her heart ever since she was a young girl. When she was growing up in a village along the banks of the Gold River, she formed a deep friendship with a knight from Lumopolis named Sheriozha, but, in the end, they had to go their separate ways. In this story entitled Journey's Dawn, the veils on both the Lumo Knights and Luminatics will be lifted one by one.
Introduction[]
Although she was turned away upon trying to enter Lumopolis, Mina was lucky enough to be given another chance to enter, and a free chance at that. After successfully making her way into the city, Mina inquired about Sheriozha's residence, but was met with nothing but unreliable information.
Volume X: City of the White Night (Volume II)[]
The shuttle hub leads to Umbraton. People describe it as the most chaotic, noisy, and dangerous area of the noble Lumopolis, but I knew they had used the wrong adjectives the first time I saw it. It was clearly the most lively, exciting, and vibrant area of Lumopolis.
As soon as we reached the shuttle hub, we were greeted by all kinds of pubs, cafés, and jewelry shops. The air was filled with the fragrance of spices, beer, and cocoa beans. Sif even sneezed in the middle of the street, her senses apparently overwhelmed by this sudden olfactory assault. The Aurorians walked hand in hand through the street, and their heels knocked against the paving stones, composing a continuous and crisp melody. The shop assistants standing in front of their stores were well-dressed and equally well-behaved, calmly holding handkerchiefs between their fingers that seemed to coat unsuspecting pedestrians with an array of strong fragrances.
This was Sheriozha's hometown.
While Sif pressed her nose against a shop window and stared at a beautifully regal necklace hanging from a mannequin's bust, I asked an Aurorian sitting on the steps drinking a beer for the address Sheriozha had left me.
"That's in the slums," he said. He was a little drunk, and his mustache was covered in white foam. He raised his eyes and looked at me, "What are you heading there for, little girl?"
I told him that I was looking for a knight.
"A knight?" he shook his head and smiled, "What kind of knight would live in that place?"
I felt my expression stiffed for a moment, but I tried to hide my uneasiness. I argued, "He has a tower shield granted only to a knight!"
"A tower shield?" As he swirled the words around his mouth for a moment, I was afraid he was preparing to spit out some form of distasteful criticism, but he said, "That is indeed an item carried only by a knight. Where did you meet him, girl?"
I had the feeling that I should end the conversation here. Still, I couldn't stand his arrogant attitude, so I described how Sheriozha dressed, how he escorted the caravan, and about his Luminatics.
"He escorts a caravan?" he scoffed suddenly, "No Knight would ever deign to escort a caravan!"