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A thousand frogs represented a thousand spells—regardless of their strength, a thousand spells were already a very considerable number. There were probably fewer than a thousand frogs even in the neighboring pond.
What was more, this trickster had mentioned that he could provide even more frogs in the future.
This condition made even the North District Wizards seated behind the long table straighten slightly. And the somewhat flattering term "Genie Mage Group" also made the old men of Genie's Hut curl their lips into faint, interested smiles.
Only Colmar, seated in the black high-backed chair, showed no change in expression.
After a long while, she finally spoke. Her voice was not loud, yet it echoed clearly through the entire hall, sounding especially solemn:
"Many good people died in the past."
"The brave, the kind, the clever, the cunning, the fearless, the strong, the stubborn... many, many good people died in the past."
"Some died for their ideals, some for their beliefs, and some merely struggled to stay alive. Then all those good people died in the past."
"We who are alive cannot forget the past."
Accompanied by her mournful tone, the North District tricksters on both sides of the long table lowered their heads in unison, assuming poses of remembrance. The middle-aged trickster prostrated in the center of the hall buried his head even lower, appearing all the more respectful.
"...Murder, betrayal, plunder, exploitation, deception..."
"Someone must pay the price for these."
"And someone should seek fairness for the misery of the past, uphold justice."
At this point, Colmar fell silent, as though considering what to say next. The wizards seated in the hall keenly sensed the unusual atmosphere gradually spreading through the air, and their nerves tightened further.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged trickster lying on the ground began to