Descent of the Legendary Archmage

Len Smith scoffed at Shin Hayul, who had a clouded expression on his face after losing focus of his surroundings.

''Crawling back my foot. He's just a disabled bastard."

Len Smith spat on the floor.

Even if he was just acting, the fact that I had been apologized to by this pile of trash who shouldn't even be associated with mages annoyed me.

And though I contemplated hitting him to relieve my pent-up anger, there was a chance the magic may have become undone, so I held back.

“Tsk. I won't be seeing him again from Friday onwards anyway...”

There was no point in worrying.

Len Smith let out a short sigh of frustration.

And immediately took action to accomplish his original mission.