What Must Come Will Come

Night was always the best cover for conspiracies. While the two legendary wizards plotted something, Solam knew nothing of it. He was still foolishly trying to figure out how to explain himself to Osvid.

Solam had never lacked courage, but that did not mean he could disregard a legendary wizard, especially after doing some unsavory things. If no one had discovered what he had done, Solam would naturally have continued eating and drinking as usual. A coward could never become a villain. Unfortunately, he had been caught red-handed, so he had to give the matter some serious thought.

First, he had to consider the possibility of the legendary wizard Osvid flying into a rage. Solam felt that escaping from the hands of a legendary wizard would be rather difficult with his current strength, so he had to make the proper preparations. He ordered Violette to stand ready at all times. If Osvid lost his temper, Violette was to cast aside all reservations and use her strongest measures. Even teleporting an army of constructs directly from Ocasuan would be acceptable.

Still, those preparations were merely precautions. If Osvid had truly intended to fly into a rage, he would have done so long ago. Why would he send Melody to deliver a message? Wouldn't that be like farting after pulling down his pants—completely unnecessary?

Second, Solam still had not decided whether he should return those things. Logically, since he had been caught in the act, he ought to behave himself and give them back. But the problem was that Solam could not bear to part with them!

Just how valuable was a legendary wizard's fortune? Solam could responsibly tell you: priceless! Not because the things on a legendary wizard had no price, but because they had prices and yet could not be