Who did she mean? The answer was obvious.
Naturally, it was that busy old wizard, who often bristled and glared whenever his assistants made a mistake.
That old wizard might have been even more powerful than Ruger imagined. Only someone that powerful would be involved in such an experiment, or could have created the scene before him-not this beautiful garden, but this entire strange place. Of course, the garden itself was already remarkable, and had even attracted a group of hardworking black wizards.
Ruger blinked, realizing that Lady Kailyn still seemed not to have answered his first question.
Perhaps that plate of pastries was her answer. If she had not remembered him, they would not have had that conversation when he woke, nor would she have spoken so plainly in his favor before striking.
Of course, the aura of a black wizard naturally made others dislike them.
"Are you his friend?" Ruger asked curiously. He felt as though something had caught in his throat.
"Friend?" Lady Kailyn took a small sip of tea. "What an old word. A friend, yes, but also family, and a follower. Actually, that fellow was my neighbor. We grew up together in Grotto City. My greatest pleasure as a child was beating him up and stealing his meat pies. Sometimes I even made him cry. After that, he started offering me his meat pies on his own. I had a chance to become a wizard, too. That was what I believed. I was sure I would succeed, but he was always telling me the statistics and probabilities of wizard apprentices becoming formal wizards... It was a clumsy attempt at comfort, and only made me angrier. But by then, he was already a formal wizard. I could no longer beat him. Instead, he would use spells