Magic

Magic

Inside the inn.

Tuckerau served Sulu sliced white bread, grilled fish, meat skewers, and wine, then stood respectfully to one side.

"You have questions?"

Sulu slowly cut into the fish as he asked casually.

"Teacher seems to think highly of that noble young lady and her attendant..."

Cold sweat broke out on Tuckerau's back, but he answered honestly.

He knew how indifferent his teacher was. People were injured and died all the time in this world; he had seen plenty of it while following his teacher, yet he had never once seen him make a move.

The only exception was Miss Iliya.

No, perhaps there was also myself.

Tuckerau silently added in his heart.

"Hmm..."

Sulu raised his wineglass and took a sip. "I think they have decent aptitude as well. Like you, they can become 'Mages'!"

"Aptitude for becoming a Mage?"

Tuckerau's eyes lit up.

There had always been a voice in his heart, urging him to gain more knowledge and walk a stronger path.

Bang!

Just then, the inn's door was pushed open, and Iliya ran in like the wind. "I found him... Scholar Turing!"

"Oh? You came?"

Sulu set down his knife and fork, not surprised in the least.

Once young people encountered extraordinary power, it was difficult for them to suppress their curiosity—especially Iliya.

"I want to learn... I want to learn 'runic studies'!"

Iliya bowed sincerely. "Scholar, please teach me!"

Behind her, Phil bowed as well, longing visible in his eyes.

"You want to become a 'Mage' too?"

Sulu smiled, asking with an unreadable look in his eyes.

"A Mage? What is that?" Iliya asked curiously.

"A Mage is someone who studies and masters mysterious powers, then wields them!" Sulu answered leisurely.

"Then yes, I want to master extraordinary power and become a Mage!