Ruins (Part 2)

"Mr. Romon, I heard that you had already reached the Tenth Level. A Tenth-Level Druid—among our ranks, your individual strength was the greatest. As the strongest individual, I hoped your usefulness would not be limited to specific tasks. Whenever trouble arose, if you had the time, you were to provide support. Could you do that?" Andalu said. "You will use Druid spells to provide support for all personnel at critical moments."

Andalu assigned the tasks one by one. When it came to Romon, his tone abruptly changed. He actually adopted a genial manner, looking at Romon as he spoke, first showering him with praise.

Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought the two had been friends or acquaintances before this.

On the surface, Romon looked calm and modest as he listened, but inwardly, he sneered.

What was this supposed to be?

"Your Eminence, compared to you, my strength still fell far short. There was still much I needed to learn. However, as long as it is something I can do, I will not stand by and ignore it. Please rest assured," Romon replied evenly. "As long as it is within two-thirds of my spell capacity, I will provide support."

Romon's daily spell count was actually about one and a half times that of an ordinary Druid of the same level. This so-called two-thirds was merely half of his own capacity, but no one else knew that. Hearing this, they all nodded.

Romon was an adventurer. He could not possibly reserve no spells at all for protecting himself. Since he had stated it outright, no one could object.

Seeing Romon's calm expression, with caution hidden beneath it, Archbishop Andalu did not find anything amiss. After all, there was no small conflict between the Radiance Church and this young man. Under