An inn in the city.
"Teacher, I'm coming in!"
"Don't! Wait a moment."
Serie refused, reaching out to clasp the little bird in her palm. After turning it over and inspecting it for a moment, the bird suddenly trembled, sent out its signal, and immediately took flight.
It shot out through the window, setting off a sonic boom outside.
Only after watching the Meteorite Bird used for communication fly into the distance did Serie rise from her chair and open the door for the disciple waiting outside.
"Teacher, what was that noise just now?"
After entering Serie's room, Guter, carrying a tray, immediately looked toward the open window.
The earlier sound had come from there, and a white trail could still be seen in the sky outside, stretching into the distance.
"You mean that? It's a creature called a Meteorite Bird."
"It has a body as robust as a dragon's and isn't afraid of magical attacks. It possesses little mana itself, making it difficult for a mage's mana detection to pick up. Most importantly, it can fly at speeds exceeding the speed of sound."
"So if it can be tamed, it makes an exceptionally capable messenger."
As Serie explained this to her disciple, she stretched and moved her body a few times.
Because of the magic translation over the past two days, she had spent too long sitting in her chair. Even her body had become slightly stiff.
"Has the translated magic scroll been delivered? And what is that tray you're carrying?"
Serie examined the covered tray in her disciple's hands and asked.
"Rest assured, Teacher. The scroll has already been sent to the City Lord's Mansion. As for this, it's a dessert I brought for you."
As Guter spoke, he placed the tray containing the ice cream scoops he