The Wizard World where Isata lived was very different from other planar worlds.
The reasons were complicated as well.
If all life in the Wizard World were gathered together and compared to a pyramid—
Then the Wizard Sages, and even more powerful wizards, were the tiny handful at the pyramid's peak.
In the rest of the Wizard World, magic power was exceedingly scarce.
Like the mundane dynasty old Charles had been born into, where one could not even sense much magic power, so even a Great Knight was considered a rare breed.
The reason was that, in the Wizard World, not a single trace of magic power was wasted. It was all concentrated and put to use.
Who used it?
Naturally, the powerful Wizard Sages.
And mid- and low-level wizards like Charles could also enjoy a portion of that magic power in their various academies.
But that was merely the tiny amount leaking through the Wizard Sages' fingers.
When it came to controlling resources, there were probably few in this universe stricter than the wizards of the Wizard World.
Because the Osela Plane had gods, the Elven wizards here had not developed smoothly.
Or rather, none of the spellcasting professions across the entire plane had developed smoothly.
Because of the gods' existence, more elite talents were drawn into the gods' churches.
They might become priests, clergy, and the like.
But for priests and clergy, personal talent was not the key to cultivation.
Whether their faith was devout, whether the gods had cast their gaze upon them—those were the keys.
Establishing rule and handling government affairs were effortless for Charles.
The training he had received was something the elves of this plane could never imagine.
After all, the Wizard World had experience invading many worlds. Taking all that together, Charles,