Looking at the number of wine cups on the table, Green could hardly fail to realize they had been prepared for him. Leaning back with a hand braced against his chair, he still seemed to be struggling to recall what had happened.
Ruger watched him with a smile and pointed out which cups were one-ring and which were two-ring.
In fact, two-ring cups were the best Green could get, and the best Ruger could make. The stingy Holy Tribunal only supplied Demon Hearts of that level, though the quantity was decent-a full fifteen. To be precise, that was the highest level they provided for free.
If Ruger wanted more powerful ones, he would have to pay extra. Either magic stones or merit stones would do.
Watching Green happily put away the five cups, Ruger nodded in satisfaction. Unlike the Divine Object Art, this could now be considered his own exclusive craft. Of course, there were so many bored old wizards in the world that, with all those eccentric fellows around, he was sure there must be a few similar things out there.
That was what pursuing enjoyment meant-just as Ruger was doing now.
He was in an excellent mood, pacing back and forth as he pondered things.
There were many sources of his good mood: the success of his spell, his absurd bout of drunkenness, and the new true-name character he had acquired. New insights, clearer answers and directions, and gifts for friends-all brought Ruger happiness, along with a sense of fulfillment and satisfaction.
"Does it have something to do with turning into a demon? Demons are also a very good option for bloodline modification," Green said softly. Clearly, he was still analyzing why Ruger had shaken off his drunkenness so quickly, and had realized it was not simply because