Founding Era, Netheril Calendar, Year 566, June, clear skies.
Netheril's royal capital, eastern Seventon.
A massive explosion rang out across all of Seventon.
Even Borne, far away at Giles Academy, heard it clearly.
Borne flew out of the underground laboratory to inspect the situation. A huge cloud of smoke and dust was rising from the city.
Borne frowned. [Arcane Eye] came online, and faint purple light drifted down alongside the smoke and dust.
"Was this... a terrorist attack?"
"Were the City Guard just for decoration?"
Borne did not even know how to mock it.
Following the explosion, many spellcasters flew toward the blast site.
At that moment, the academy's Wizard Tower suddenly glowed.
Borne inwardly cursed. He hurriedly descended to the ground.
Before he could land, his flight spell was cut off. Fortunately, Borne was agile enough to roll and disperse the force of the fall.
"Even the academy barrier has been activated. Something major must have happened!"
Just as Borne lifted his foot to head over, a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed through his mind...
"No! This was deliberate!"
"A warning?"
Borne was speechless. "More of that damned nonsense, and they had to make such a huge fuss..."
When in doubt, cling to a powerful backer.
His grandfather was a vice dean, so why bother thinking so much...
But since he could not fly, he could only walk. Borne then swayed his way toward the Wizard Tower.
"What? He's not here?"
Looking at the smiling assistant, Borne pursed his lips and rolled his eyes at him.
"Tch, fine if he doesn't want to see me..."
After Borne left, the laboratory assistant Vick reported to the count.
"Teacher, Borne has already left!"
"Mm."
"He has already realized that it was you who did not wish to see him."
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