The First Battle (Seeking Subscriptions)

In the valley.

Iliya wore a long dress, and green buds suddenly sprouted from the oak staff in her hand.

"Vine Spell!"

She scattered a handful of seeds, then pointed a finger. A ring of runes flashed rapidly, turning into light that sank into the seeds.

Crackle, crackle.

The seeds burst apart, forming a mass of thorny vines that bound all the targets on the training ground.

"Just as I thought... I'm well suited for magic related to 'healing' and 'growth'... The staff Teacher gave me happened to be an oak staff, perfectly suited to me!"

Iliya looked toward the other side.

Phil was manipulating flames, continuously shaping them.

The blazing orange-red flames became incomparably docile in his hands. Drawn by his dark-red staff, they transformed into a great bird that spread its wings and soared through the air, remarkably lifelike.

Watching this, Iliya could not help but fall into thought. "And the staff Teacher gave Phil is fire-attributed... Only now have I confirmed that my path is 'nature' and 'healing.' Phil's path should be 'flames,' or perhaps large-scale destructive spells. Did Teacher know from the very beginning?"

At that moment, she deeply felt just how unfathomable her teacher was.

After all, he was a Mage who had seen the Obelisk!

At noon, Tuckerau returned.

"I've learned of unusual movements in the Imperial army. They're sealing off a section of the Insectoid Ruins. The classification level is extremely high, so it's worth investigating!"

He set down the daily supplies he had purchased and spoke in a deep voice.

"How did you find that out? Isn't that classified?" Phil asked curiously.

"I used a tiny, insignificant trick..."

Tuckerau smiled and stroked his staff.

He was skilled in illusion magic and had even developed a spell called Human Charm himself. Obtaining intelligence