Back in the castle.
The other elves dispersed and began preparing for today's banquet.
For these elves, there was no need to worry about making a living. All they needed to do was enjoy themselves.
What games to play in their leisure time, what to wear to a banquet, what dances to perform, what music to play—these were the things that concerned them.
Charles and Elendil, meanwhile, went to a room at the top of the castle.
This was where Elendil often held meetings with the nobles and officers under his command.
After they sat down, Elendil asked impatiently, "Imril, you... you've already become a third-circle wizard?"
Charles nodded slightly. "That's right. I became a third-circle wizard before the battle against the Howling Children of the Wasteland."
"That was why I was able to defeat them so easily."
Though he had long guessed the answer, Elendil could not help but feel astonished upon hearing it.
He sighed. "I never expected you to possess such strength while you are still at the age of traveling the world."
"It truly makes one envious."
"I once thought Selena was diligent enough, but compared with you, her level seems far too low."
Selena was also an elven wizard, but she was only first-circle.
Not just Selena—most elves were only around first-tier during their adulthood.
Their subsequent progress was also very slow. That was the characteristic of long-lived races.
Their long lives held them back at times like this.
Since they had such long lifespans, they also lacked any urgency to become stronger.
Charles said, "Selena is already working very hard. I believe it will not be long before she grows stronger as well."
After chatting with Charles for a while, Elendil asked, "The territory you have acquired is already as large as that of