A Delivery of the Future

In the Crocus capital of Flore walks around Nikolai Ichor guildmaster of the Pantheon guild. He rather likes to travel to the city often. After all Aconite Town, is only ten miles from Crocus. However, unbeknownst to him he is about to get a S-Class job request from a Magic Council Messenger Mage. "I nice summer morning in the capital."

Suddenly a man wearing a black cloak bolted past Nikolai. It was almost inhuman the speeds he moved at. Following far behind was a small group of dark mages, intent on stopping him from reaching his destination.

"It's over Pietro!" called one of the men.

"If it's over, then why haven't you caught me yet?" replied the runner. "I still need to deliver my package to the king, but after that, I'll be sure to knock you guys senseless!" He continued running until he was almost to the palace.