Archmage Camilla watched the thirty mana airships slowly descend from the sky, her eyes narrowing slightly and a complicated look crossing her face.
Standing beside her, Xu Yi noticed her unusual silence. He turned to look at her, saw her strange expression, and, after a moment's thought, asked, "Grandma, do you think there was anything wrong with this attack on the Mana Magical Kingdom?"
Archmage Camilla sighed softly and shook her head. "No. I was your strongest supporter for this operation from the start. There was nothing wrong with it. It's just... the thought that a single sortie by the guild's Guards Corps brought about the fall of five great mages really surprised me, and... I'm having trouble coming to terms with it."
"Trouble coming to terms with it?" Xu Yi caught the flicker of sadness in Archmage Camilla's eyes, and something stirred in his heart. After a brief silence, he asked again, "Grandma, do you feel that... people like great mages shouldn't fall so easily?"
Archmage Camilla gave a bitter smile. "The word 'fall' was never meant for ordinary people who could die so easily." She sighed again before continuing, "You have to remember that only a few years ago, I was merely a great mage myself."
Xu Yi could not help smiling. "Grandma, are you feeling a little sympathy for people in the same boat? Don't worry. Why would the guild's Guards Corps ever fight you? Besides, you're an archmage now, far stronger than an ordinary great mage. And I've never thought great mages were anything so special. Look, I'm one myself."
Archmage Camilla rolled her eyes at him and snorted. "You've never regarded yourself as a mage, brat. What difference does it make whether you're a great mage? Speaking of which, I really feel sorry for the