Victory's Fruits (4-in-1)

The next day.

Ketapodi, Du'un City.

The six Archmages in the War Zone gathered with their various subordinates and surrendered to Weizel's side, pledging to disarm and withdraw from the war.

These were all the enemy Advanced Spellcasters remaining in the Ketapodi War Zone!

The others had been killed in battle, transferred elsewhere, undergoing recuperation, and so on.

They were not included.

The likes of Defans had been stationed aboard the warship Angelos several months ago, only to suffer the misfortune of falling as the war progressed.

"That's incredible!

So many Archmages lining up to surrender all at once! I've lived for nearly two thousand years, and I've never seen anything like this!"

"Neither have I!"

Both Asthenes and Legatus had suffered at the hands of mages before. Seeing this scene, they were filled with immense satisfaction.

"Why are they all old men?"

Roy spotted something odd at a glance.

All six Archmages were practically white-bearded old grandpas, each holding a staff in the classic image.

Come to think of it, Archmage Rum had also looked like a white-bearded old grandpa. He had not stopped his body from aging.

"With the strength of these Archmages, they could easily take rejuvenation potions or alter their bodies to restore their youth.

"But unlike us in Archinila, who are accustomed to Bloodline Modification and all kinds of soul experiments and have few taboos, mages revere rational wisdom and respect Natural Laws.

"A white-bearded Old Mage is the wise, mature, and trustworthy image favored by mainstream aesthetics.

"That earns extra points in the various magical councils and organizational structures of the political world. Academic committees, senior positions in Mage Towers, and similar posts all favor the elderly.

"Even when choosing partners, they value intellectual attraction over youth, favoring maturity and stability instead."

Asthenes smiled