"Re... report!!"
Urgent footsteps came from outside. A white-haired wizard with spiky hair rushed into the meeting hall of the Genie Wizards on the second floor of the Sakura Tavern.
"How dare you!"
The Sage's attendant flew into a rage, opening the spellbook in his hand while pressing his other hand against the frog in the pouch at his waist, intending to teach this reckless fellow a lesson.
The North District Wizards were, after all, only a newly established group. The tricksters who had formed its predecessor were accustomed to freedom, and their understanding of rules was little different from that of old-fashioned Gypsy wizards. Though they revered strength and obeyed the strong, teaching them the elaborate etiquette of audience observed by the wizards of the Under the Moon Council would require a long process of habituation.
The wizard who had burst into the hall realized his mistake. His face turned pale, as white as his hair.
Colmar woke from her meditation and happened to see the spellbook opened in the attendant's hand.
"Wait," she stopped the punishment before it could happen, her gaze falling on the spiky white-haired wizard. "What happened?"
After returning from Danhaag, Colmar had rearranged the North District Wizards' assignments. She had broken up the medium-sized patrol teams of around ten people into more patrol squads consisting of three to five people, then sent out those squads across the edge of the Silent Forest to guard against potential danger.
In addition, she had assigned several elders proficient in accounting to organize the North District Wizards' recent expenditures, intending to apply to Su Shijun for a substantial subsidy.
She had been busy from last night until morning, with a brief trip far away in between. Combined with her recent lack of proper rest, even as an Archwizard,