“I’ll soon show my true power. Look forward to it.”
“Sure.”
His response was half-hearted. He seemed lost in other thoughts.
“It might be good to stop by Sanarak later.”
At that moment, there was a knock, and a servant wizard entered.
“Um, Master of the Magic Tower. The commander of the First Magic Army requests an audience.”
Agnes grumbled.
Who is that?
“The magic swordsman who presided over the duel earlier. Odelrit Marcelion.”
Ah, that one.
Reed didn’t bother hiding his annoyed expression as he spoke.
“Let her in.”
A woman with a ponytail, dressed in the black uniform symbolizing the Magic Army, walked in with disciplined steps.
“Commander of the First Magic Army, Odelrit Marcelion.”
“Sit, Lady Marcelion.”
A tea table was already set, so they just needed to add one more seat. He gestured to a chair, but Odelrit stood there, staring at me.
Why is she looking at you like that? It’s unpleasant.
Indeed.
“I apologize, but what…