Chapter 44: The Coliseum
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(Spade POV)
Who the hell is he?
It’s been a while since a mage joined the mercenary guild. Most mages don’t like tedious work— many of them are nobles. And the others are commoners; loyal to noble households.
It just doesn’t make sense for a third circle mage who’s probably graduated from the academy— if he’s a noble. Or completed his merit; if he’s a commoner, to apply for a license in the mercenary guild.
Worst part is, I don’t even know what the young man looks like.
He wore a black, blank mask that had two eye slits where his fiery red eyes shone from, reminding me of him. And he was donned in a red hooded robe with intricately designed golden veins on them. The quality of the robe..
He reeks of nobility. But.. both the aura he carries. His rigid composure, and those crimson eyes that look like they’ve seen the vicissitudes of life. They don’t belong to a noble brat.
A soft sigh leaves my mouth. "He wasn’t fazed by my presence at all." And slowly— I stand up from my seat, making my way toward my door.
"His file says he’s 25. His body, and stature suggests he’s younger, and his voice carries a youthful flair." I pause, "wait, is he a kid? Hm. No. A kid can’t carry that kind of grace.. or even remain half as composed as he was in my presence. But.. I’d find out during this test.. just how skilled of a flame mage he is. It’s been a while since I flexed my muscles."
And I step out of my office.