News of the attack on Rhode would, of course, soon reach Blackmoore.
It was only reasonable, then, for him to check on the major general under his command.
Though his backside still hurt a little, Rhode could walk well enough now without much difficulty.
But things became awkward once he reached Blackmoore's reception room.
He couldn't sit down!
Fortunately, Lilia had already been sent to practice swordsmanship with Thrall, or she would have laughed at him again.
There was no one else around this time. Only Blackmoore and Rhode were in the reception room.
Thankfully, Blackmoore was standing too, which made things look a little more natural.
"Who attacked you?" Blackmoore asked, getting straight to the point.
"Jandice Barov." Rhode was still rubbing his backside.
"So it was her..."
"You know her?"
"I met her once. A madwoman."
Well, he must really have met her, then. That was a very fair assessment.
"You actually killed her? You really are strong." Blackmoore shook his head. "They say she reached the level of a High Magic User long ago. She was also one of Caer Darrow's foremost Arcanists."
Really? No wonder she was so hard to deal with.
But I'm a Mage with incredibly effective modern learning methods, after all. Killing someone above my level isn't anything special.
Or am I actually already beyond the level of a High Magic User?
This world simply lacked a more straightforward way to measure strength.
"Fighting Qi, seventh stage!" Wouldn't that do the trick?
Seeing Rhode lower his head without speaking, Blackmoore continued, "You killed Alex, and now you've killed Jandice. I don't think there's any resolving your feud with the Barov Family."
"I... could go explain things to them?" Rhode scratched his head.
"It would be pointless." Blackmoore shook his head. "The head of