On the road away from Tinder Castle, Chris let out a helpless sigh. She knew His Highness's attitude toward mages very well; it was also the attitude most knights held toward mages—unable to do without them, yet unable to like them; supporting them, yet remaining wary of them.
After all, in the legendary age of the Moon Empire, mages had been the rulers, while knights had merely been their attendants.
"This time, His Highness is truly angry. If he really cuts the funding for Druid magic research projects, it will probably send the Magic Guild into a great upheaval." She raised an arm and looked at the two gem rings on her hand, her gaze suddenly turning sharp. "His Highness's will is the very reason the Magic Guild exists!"
She had managed the Magic Guild well before, and since mages could not be granted noble titles, Liszt had rewarded her with two gemstones.
She had fashioned those two gems into magic rings and wore them on her hand.
Lowering her arm, she lifted her head to gaze at the starlight blanketing the sky. Chris murmured softly, "Here lie His Highness's grand ambitions for mages—no, for arcane mages. Here shines the light of truth from Lord Ake Roides... The age is moving forward, and no one can stop it."
As the Magic Guild's executive vice president, how could Chris not know about the arcane mage program?
Though she too was a mage, Liszt had saved her life. Therefore, Liszt's plan was her plan. All she could do was support it.
Besides.
She vaguely felt that, "Mages are destined to decline. The glory of arcane mages may yet bloom in the hands of His Highness Liszt and Lord Ake Roides."
Before long, she had completed the journey from Tinder Castle to the