"Recently, the false king Feilie took his own life following his defeat, and the Queen's Army reclaimed Northsen Territory..."
A few days later, newspapers in Atrelin quietly published a press release, reporting the achievements of Roland and his companions in a thoroughly inconspicuous fashion.
To those who paid no attention to events beyond their own lives, this was utterly insignificant. In East Lainer, however, it caused quite a stir.
The war had been won, and the domestic situation was about to undergo a dramatic transformation.
Roland summoned everyone who had distinguished themselves, intending to have those above a certain rank travel to Terry to receive their rewards. The corresponding offenders would also stand trial in Terry.
Perhaps he could use this opportunity to revitalize the domestic economy and stride into a new age of magic.
Pamir, however, was so frustrated that he was almost depressed.
"Good heavens, why am I looking after the wounded again?"
Since coming here, he had never had a chance to fight the enemy.
Even his translation duties had been completely shelved. He was being used entirely as a medical apprentice.
He really had brought this misery upon himself.
As the new month began, however, the two of them suddenly received word after several days of hard work.
Lord Roland had summoned them.
With apprehension in their hearts, they hurried to Blackstone Keep and met Roland near the burned-out hall.
He was sitting in a large chair inside, smiling.
"Would you two be willing to become my disciples?"
They were somewhat bewildered. "My lord, we aren't apprentices of the Mage Tower..."
"I mean my personal disciples. This has nothing to do with the Mage Tower."
Roland explained.
"You won't have any standing within the tower, because the special provisions for passing on its teachings are difficult