Zorn Wizard suddenly walked toward the silent Varin, but his target was not the tall wizard apprentice—it was the two peculiar combs.
After some discussion, the combs were ultimately secured to the carriage by Zorn.
Once everyone was seated inside the carriage, Zorn unfurled another scroll.
"Although I've dabbled in spatial powers, Jillian's two combs alone aren't enough to reach the Fairy Kingdom," Zorn said, opening the scroll in his hand as the carriage rose into the air. "I hope what we gain this time will be worth my scroll..."
Zorn spoke with great interest, his eyes shifting as though he was full of anticipation for this journey.
Watching him, Ruger seriously suspected that the new Demon familiar this wizard had wanted to cultivate had entered some new stage. That had begun only after his teacher had provoked him; perhaps he wanted to try something new.
The carriage suddenly jolted violently.
Everyone in the compartment looked toward Zorn. Seeing the wizard still smiling as he drank, they settled down as well.
The carriage soon steadied, as though it were passing through a long tunnel.
"It may still take some time. After all, I'm not a Gem Summoner—I can only manage this much." Zorn spread his arms and reclined against the carriage's wide, comfortable seat, a bottle in one hand as he spoke casually.
As though only now realizing something, Varin began secretly glancing at Ruger from time to time, just as Mahama had before.
Feeling the curious gaze probing him, Ruger suddenly realized that neither of them had saluted him or addressed him as Wizard Ruger.
"I wonder, Lord Zorn, what are your thoughts on casting gestures and incantations?" Ruger asked.
Zorn moved the bottle away from his lips and glanced at the Fireball Spell spellbook in Ruger's hand. A