Furthermore, the existence of something as bizarre as spatial magic only highlighted Nalant's mysterious identity.
Even if Kiri did not imagine Nalant to be some divine messenger, he was certainly an elusive master.
After Kiri left, no more noble envoys came to Nalant's territory asking for the airship, because that magic academy had been the last batch.
Half a month later, Kiri finally returned to Sacred Magic Academy with the students and guards.
When he had set out, Kiri had thought this was a fine opportunity to earn merit.
He had believed that with Sacred Magic Academy's prestige, combined with his status as a noble high-level mage, that country bumpkin of a minor noble would surely not dare refuse him after seeing him.
Yet after arriving in Storm Territory, everything turned out completely beyond his expectations.
First, that minor noble Nalant had actually dared to refuse his request to his face.
Then, in the middle of the night, he had encountered that mysterious person who could attack him even through his shield.
Under such circumstances, his convoy had not even remained in Storm Territory for a full day before fleeing it in disgrace.
And on the journey back, the looks the students and guards gave him made Kiri feel as ashamed as could be.
"Father!"
"Kiri, why have you returned so quickly? Could it be that things went very smoothly?"
Inside an exquisite little building behind the magic academy.
Carlyle, a five-star Archmage and vice principal of Sacred Magic Academy, immediately rose from his seat when he saw Kiri enter.
He thought there could only be one reason his son had returned so quickly: the mission had gone smoothly.
Otherwise, given his son's temperament, if that minor noble of Storm Territory had refused to sell the airship to Sacred Magic