The celebration on the island had already begun. Even in this relatively secluded district, laughter and shouts could be heard from outside.
Their group, seated around the dining table on one side of the living room, was naturally no exception.
Come to think of it, this was Ruger's first time seeing Mahama since returning from Trade Island. Perhaps the living room was exceptionally bright today, but with the light falling on Big Guy's face, Ruger actually caught a trace of weariness there. As though even the fishermen's benevolent giant knew fatigue—despite possessing a body far beyond that of an ordinary transformed First-Ring Wizard.
Ruger had already prepared his words, ready to tease him.
"Lord Ruger? What do you think of this hairstyle?"
Mona looked at Ruger with sparkling eyes. When he responded, she turned her head to show him the back of it, while the comb floated beside her, swaying back and forth.
Ruger turned his head and gave her a serious-looking once-over. Her hair was not as long as Varin's. It had originally only reached her back, still some distance from her waist. Now, with a sweep of the comb, it had been curled and pinned up neatly behind her head, making her look even more capable.
At least, by Ruger's standards, it looked much sharper and more efficient this way.
"It looks very good. Um—"
Ruger tried hard to think of an appropriate word, but his thoughts had already become tangled up with the words he had prepared to tease Mahama.
"Varin said you're a very powerful First-Ring Wizard. I'll have to ask you for—" Mona said with a smile.
"Honored Wizard Mahama, aren't you going to eat?"
Varin suddenly spoke.
Her words drew everyone's attention over.
Ruger raised his eyebrows in surprise. Mahama had already reached the