Chapter 37: Widia Invasion (3)
The square-jawed man emerged from the shadows.
In front of him stood a man with long black hair, twirling a silver broom in his hands.
The long-haired man chuckled as he looked at the square-jawed man.
"Humiliating, isn’t it, Zatul?"
"...It would’ve been the same if you’d gone instead," Zatul replied, irritation lacing his voice as he removed the hood of his robe.
"Ha, not with me."
Zatul sighed deeply, shaking his head instead of offering an explanation.
Even if he wanted to explain, he didn’t have the confidence to do so.
A young magician at the arcane beginner level who could repeatedly cast nine-layered incantations, continuously pull scrolls from a subspace, and wield a strange wooden sword with unusual abilities.
Explaining it would only lead to mockery.
"After all, he’s just an arcane beginner," Zatul thought. "No matter how talented he is, he’s no match for a high-level mysterious magician."
"Seems like you won’t be speaking much at the next roundtable, Zatul."