"You're appointing me as Ervin's Archmage?" Iana asked, her face filled with surprise. Charles continued his explanation calmly. "Archmage Mule suggested it. He said that the principle is that mages are ranked solely by their magical p…
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Duke Havel's townhouse, guest room. A large bed carved from luxurious marble and furniture delicately crafted from gold. Paintings and sculptures placed in just the right spots. The guest room where Riel was staying was meant to treat distinguished guests…
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“The Third Monster War? You saw it with your precognitive magic?” Charles's eyes widened. “Yes. After the summer snow fell, a war broke out throughout the northern region.” Iana nodded with a determined expression. “⋯⋯.” Charles was silent for a moment. …
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