Chapter 32: Shamans
“What did we do...?”
Glia was flustered. She was the one who wanted to ask what he had done.
The potion had contained the power of Glia, a shaman nearing the 5th rank. But that power had vanished without a trace...at the hands of a mere 3rd rank bastard, no less.
“How dare you!”
Meltas erupted in anger. As a mage of Caig Tower, he had already engaged in a lengthy conversation with Glia.
Through their talk, he’d realized that she possessed an elegant character and mysterious knowledge unbefitting her barbarian status. He had formed a good impression of her as a person and found her intriguing as a scholar.
She wasn’t someone a mere bastard could disrespect so casually.
Meltas began to draw up his mana. He intended to both retrieve the potion the bastard had snatched and teach him some manners in the process.
“Sir Meltas.”
What stopped Meltas was Salana’s chilling voice.
“I believe I made it clear—Risir is my guest. I’d appreciate it if you’d stop treating him like some lost illegitimate child who wandered in here by mistake.”