Chapter 331
A comfortably cool temperature, sweet scent, soft fabric, and music drifting from somewhere. The mages who had been guided separately relieved their fatigue while resting comfortably against the sofa’s backrest.
Coming to their senses to find they’d crossed the border and entered Clifford’s palace – it was a completely unexpected situation. A mage glared at Felix, still lying bound, and muttered.
“When you think about it, aren’t we going through all this trouble because of that bastard? Otrik, tell us now. What exactly did Felix do?”
“I told you, I don’t know the details.”
“Don’t talk to Otrik. He’s going to cry again.”
“I’m not crying! Earlier was just because I was surprised!”
While the mages bickered, Beric was preoccupied with eating the fruit provided by the palace. Living up to its reputation as the grape country, each grape was sweet as honey with just the right tartness – truly first-rate.
“If you have time for that, fill your stomach first. Don’t you want to go home?”
“Eating a few grapes won’t restore magical power.”