Kroya was still a little groggy when he woke, but it took him only a second to recover and stretch.
He knew he had dreamed a very, very long dream, and remembered everything he had experienced within it. He even knew that the Tower Spirit had come every month to report on its work.
Every last detail seemed branded into his mind, laid out with perfect clarity.
That was one advantage of being a supernatural being. Even after sleeping for so long, his mind wasn't muddled, and his body actually felt quite light.
Well, it did make him seem a little less human-why did those neatly arranged memories feel so much like folders on a computer?
He couldn't help shaking his head as he adjusted to the magic power within his body. He was now a Sixth-Level Mage.
Come to think of it, he had reached the second tier of the Nolant Kingdom's Mage Association hierarchy. He could even pit himself against Aistena's teacher, Archmage Celesty.
As for what had happened outside...
He recalled the Tower Spirit's reports. Once he had sorted everything out, he reached out, caught the Tower Spirit, and stroked it gently a few times, offering reassurance.
"Thank you."
"Sorry for leaving you to handle everything while I irresponsibly slept."
The Tower Spirit first rubbed against his palm, then flicked its tail haughtily and swam onto Miya's head nearby. A downward-pointing arrow appeared on its body.
Through their soul connection, Kroya knew it was reminding him of something. It had even made the red arrow extra large and bold, flashing constantly, as though Miya were about to explode.
It seemed to be saying, There's another great contributor right here!
Kroya couldn't help laughing.
"Haha."
"My dear friend, my mentor, Mage Miya."
"While I irresponsibly did nothing but