Chapter 445: Errors and Correctness
Seawater rose and fell along the shore.
As Ruger walked, he took a moment to probe his storage pouch with his mental power. A simple scan was enough to make him beam, his doglike face splitting into a grin.
He had already dispelled the Miserly Demonfall Spell and returned to his kobold form, still wearing that same old robe.
Waves of food fragrance drifted over on the wind, lifting his mood even further.
Rolling his shoulders, he strode forward, only to notice Mahama was still staring at him.
"You seem to have gotten shorter. Is that also the price of advancement? That must have been a very peculiar ascension ritual." Mahama's expression was exceedingly subtle. "With your talent, sir, there was surely no need for such a sacrifice. You are the sort who can ask for even more during advancement, so... if you sacrificed your height, it must not have been for advancement, but in exchange for some other power."
Ruger froze at that.
What a correct answer reached by an entirely wrong road.
Varin lagged behind, yet no one urged her on. She needed quiet now—not only because of the strange incident on the Endless Sea, but also because of what had happened between her and Wizard Jillian, something buried deep in her heart that she could not yet speak of. Then there had been that little episode just now. Those three probably had not been her closest kin, but members of that so-called family. The reasons were unknown. What looked like a minor interruption to outsiders was, to her personally, no less significant than the great events on the Endless Sea.
Ruger glanced at her from the corner of his eye, then quickened his pace toward Big Silly Hum and Aisijin.
Zhizhi seemed