Inside the residence at the Orvisto Wizard Tower.
A projected screen floated before Roland, displaying a letter from the north.
"I never imagined you would become someone important enough to receive an invitation from a school of magic so soon...
I was training on the Northern Icefield at the time and couldn't cheer you on. I hope you won't hold it against me...
Oh, and I'm a real knight now. I've even killed an Icefield Direwolf and been awarded the Black Iron Medal. Before long, I'll be undergoing a more advanced Potion Sensitivity Test and taking on combat assignments.
If everything goes well, I might become a second-rank or even third-rank knight by the end of this year."
The email was from Atali, whom he hadn't heard from in a long time.
Knights were far weaker overall than mages, and people had their limits. Many would never advance beyond the third rank.
Without exceptional contributions, obtaining additional resources was difficult.
A high-magic world didn't mean everyone was a Grand Mage or a grand knight.
Just as developed countries still had poor people, Lower Tier professionals and ordinary civilians would always make up the majority.
Roland sighed inwardly. He understood that someone in Atali's position had essentially reached a predetermined path.
After becoming a full-fledged knight, she would take Magic Potions to develop into the second or third rank.
That was already countless times stronger than what a low-magic world could offer.
By Atrelin's standards, an ordinary knight from a low-magic world was only at the apprentice level.
"Advancement as a knight relies more heavily on tangible material resources like Magic Potions. In a sense, that makes it simple, but in another, it makes it difficult.
If you don't mind, stay with the Order of Knights after fulfilling your service obligations.