Chapter 17
"It's not over until it's over."
The one in the white robe was a high-level mage who had caused chaos in the waiting room by turning a giant statue into a fireball.
He was someone who used the name Escrow, which Seowoon was very familiar with.
Escrow—the first mage and the inventor of magic. Seowoon, who had stepped onto the path of a mage, couldn't possibly not know the name that was embedded in countless spells.
Another one was an archer who fired strange arrows—an opponent hard to guarantee closing the distance with.
But the most irritating of them all was the man with long silver hair fluttering behind him.
More than the fact that he was a king of a nation, what bothered Seowoon most was that the other two subtly remained wary of the silver-haired man.
"Then you must be Jin Seowoon,"
At the mage's words, Seowoon nodded calmly.
"Yes. I am Jin Seowoon. Seems like the three of you were summoned from the same world."
No one answered.