Rommel, having thought this through, looked at 'Gilbert,' whose smile had practically frozen on his face. "I heard Mage Gilbert is quite fond of artifact crafting and magic array engraving.
"I have several excellent array designs here. Would you like to learn them from me?"
Watching one of 'Gilbert's' eyebrows shoot upward, he added with a smile, "Since you'll have to follow me around lately anyway, why not help me out?
"The magic arrays and artifacts unique to our side—even if I can't simply hand them over to you—I can still let you watch the crafting process.
"How much you learn will depend on your own ability.
"Well?
"Want to give it a try?
"I heard Archmage Rute mention that your talent is exceptional."
Hill naturally understood Rommel's peculiar phrasing. He could even hear the vague, teeth-gritting fury in his tone... This man had definitely thought of that highly distinctive aircraft.
"I, too, naturally think my talent is quite good," Hilbert answered frankly and cheerfully. "But when I was learning artifact crafting, I wasn't that fast. I needed repeated practice.
"Like now—if I were to build another aircraft, it would certainly be flawless."
Rommel's steps came to an unavoidable halt in the face of such arrogant provocation.
But the initiative was indeed in the little bear cub's paws now... He could only endure it.
Yet the fact that Hill did not even consider whether to use his help repairing the Mage Tower as leverage, even while provoking him, made Rommel feel that the situation was rather complicated.
This brat definitely had something important to discuss with him.
Damn it... Was the first thing one did after venturing into a tiger's den really to build oneself a rabbit hole?
It seemed as though all the tension Rommel had accumulated over the