It was the moment when something began to ripple within Reed.
“Yes, Master of the Tower! You look more like a corpse than a human right now! I’ll cover for you for about two hours, so go and get some shut-eye! If you collapse, my magic will be sapped, so I’m making a big concession here!”
A figure broke the tense atmosphere by speaking up. At that exact moment, Reed’s lips moved.
“I would like to be alone.”
His tone was gentle and polite, reminiscent of his days as a paladin. Yet, even without intentionally imbuing them with authority, his every word possessed a power that compelled obedience from those who heard them.
Everyone sighed and withdrew. However, their efforts were not entirely in vain, as Reed was lost in thought.
People told him to do something and live humanely. So, he tried to think about what would be good to do.
Long ago, when he had nothing to do, he would save…