The Lost Name I

After confirming that there was nothing of greater value among the Skeleton Knight's pile of broken bones, Brando put away his equipment and decided not to continue onward. There was a greenhouse garden ahead, where the wizard had destroyed the teleportation gate before his death, causing Spatial Turbulence. Beyond that was the maze area, which contained some scattered equipment, but the gains were hardly worth the losses.

They returned the way they had come, retreating to the second floor before returning to the hall. There, they happened to run into Charles and Medisa returning from outside the Wizard Tower for the third time. By then, there were hardly any magical spirits left in the forest. Looking out from inside the tower, the clusters of light in the darkness were scattered like the last few lanterns still burning.

Brando used mental communication to call Charles and Medisa over. After one battle after another, Charles looked somewhat tired, but Medisa was still in good spirits. This was because low-level warriors had far greater endurance than spellcasters. However, there were obvious scorch marks from magical surges on Medisa's silver-gray elven plate armor, and there was a streak of blood on her snow-white cheek.

"My lord."

"My lord." When the two saw Brando, they both greeted him respectfully.

Brando did not answer. He waved a hand in front of Medisa and Charles, and two pale-blue screens of light appeared. Before entering the tower, Charles and Medisa had both been level twenty-seven. Now they were close to level thirty-two, which meant they had risen from the unstable Silver Initial Stage to the middle reaches of the Silver rank. That speed was already remarkably fast.

Only then did Brando smile faintly. "Well done."

"We have you to thank for discovering this tower, my lord," Medisa replied