Hill quickly noticed an amusing reality... the four young Mages, each of whom had had their own thoughts before, were now all filled with goodwill toward Edna.
Fifteen-year-old Edna had grown into a beautiful young woman... half of her waist-length brown hair was tied into a bud above and behind her ears with colorful ribbons, while the rest drifted in the wind beneath the starlight.
Her obsidian-like eyes sparkled like stars, and even when she looked at people absentmindedly, they carried a soul-stealing allure.
Used to the attire of the Undead and Elves, everyone who saw Edna approach gracefully in her fitted light-green robe offered heartfelt praise.
Although the Terrasil Elves were also exceptionally beautiful, Edna possessed the most distinctive temperament in Hidden Town... no one else had been taught by the White Dragon Queen, the Undead, and the Mithril Elves all at once, so her contradictory aura was incredibly captivating... provided one had never seen Edna standing on a mast, various White Dragons flying behind her, threatening shipowners while calculating their tolls.
Thus, the other three young Mages... who had only arrived in Hidden Town a few days ago... all regretted it and began excluding the scroll Mage who had made no preparations.
They did not necessarily want to win the beauty in the end, but they were unwilling to let one of their companions have her for free... if none of them got her, they could still remain good friends.
Hill watched their seemingly harmonious yet fiercely scheming interactions and could not help laughing... Lynn was leading his younger brother toward Edna and the others. This battlefield without smoke was probably gaining another formidable fighter.
Lynn's younger brother looked somewhat like him, only more delicate-featured, but his temperament was quite different... strangely enough, despite having been showered with