Wood: Who Said the Highest-Level Magic Was Advanced?

Hearing Wood's addendum, the elf girl beside him was so furious her teeth practically ached.

He was obviously guarding against her, Leifia. What was so great about that? It was just magic. It wasn't as if she couldn't learn it.

Though she'd only listened in for a little while, as an excellent mage, Leifia knew perfectly well that the practical knowledge Wood had just shared was worth a million Fali per person per day.

In fact, Leifia thought the price Wood had named was already unbelievably generous.

After all, these were theories and techniques that could let ordinary Adventurers learn magic. A million Fali for a day of lessons was ridiculously cheap.

Besides, Wood was sharing one of his secrets by teaching Ais and the others. That was already an enormous favor, so it was perfectly reasonable for him to ask them to keep it confidential.

To be honest, Leifia had been tempted from the start. A million Fali per day wasn't beyond her means.

And with her understanding of magic and her talent, she'd learn even faster than Ais and the others.

The problem was that Wood's attitude earlier had been infuriating. And whenever she remembered how dismissively she'd treated him, she felt that paying the tuition now would cost her too much face.

As the seconds ticked by, she watched Ais and the others chatting excitedly in the distance, already putting their lessons into practice. Leifia grew more envious and restless by the moment.

"Lesser Wind Magic: Wind Blade!"

When Ais followed Wood's instructions and cast a spell she hadn't even awakened, Leifia, who'd been watching the whole time, finally couldn't take it anymore.

"All right, I give in! A million Fali a day, right? I want your instruction too, and I promise I won't teach what I