"Good morning, Lord Dendall!"
On her way to the Magic Forest, Erin unexpectedly ran into Dean Felix—the Magic God, Dendall.
In the past, she would have hurried to the roadside and bowed to let him pass.
But now, she could greet him openly and confidently. She was Lord Asheff's disciple; she had the standing to do so.
"Oh, it's Erin. Good morning!"
Dendall greeted her with a beaming smile.
Just as Erin assumed they had merely crossed paths and would part after exchanging greetings, Dendall stopped and kindly asked whether the Magic Forest faced any difficulties, whether it needed resources, and so on.
Caught off guard by Lord Dendall's sudden concern, Erin was at a loss.
She had intended to refuse outright, but after some thought, she mentioned the resources her recent magical experiments required.
"No problem, I'll send someone over immediately! You, honestly—why didn't you tell me when you needed something? If I hadn't happened to run into you, I wouldn't have known! Are you being so formal with me?"
"They aren't especially urgent supplies, so I didn't mention them," Erin hurriedly explained.
"The Magic Forest concerns the Empire's people's food supply, and even more so the cultivation of Wood Spirit magical plants. All supplies must be provided to the highest standard. There is no such thing as urgent or not urgent," Dendall said sternly, his expression serious.
"Yes! Erin will remember that."
"Alright, get back to work. I won't disturb you any longer!"
"Yes!"
Erin bowed and watched Lord Dendall leave.
Only after a long while did she suddenly come back to herself. Could Lord Asheff have done something earth-shattering again? Otherwise, why would Lord Dendall suddenly be so kind?
The last time someone had treated her with such warmth had been after Lord Asheff's battle outside Willis