Adam's guess could not have been more accurate: every last thing that happened in the duel grounds was being displayed, complete, in the eyes of the Mages.
The base of the tower was now the office of every senior Mage. Mage Victor was not Moldo Tower's only headmaster; after he followed the Transdimensional Mage out on campaign, another headmaster had taken over running the academy.
At that very moment, in his office, the full-fledged Mages from Monte Carlo wore extremely ugly expressions.
"Lady Barbara, what exactly is the meaning of this?"
Barbara Julian — a female senior Mage Adam had never seen before, and Mordo Academy's second headmaster — answered the Monte Carlo Mage's questioning with an unhurried little laugh. "Oh, heavens, Lord Tim, you frightened me. I consider it a virtue to finish what one starts. This game of chess isn't over yet, is it?" As she spoke she reached out, picked up a piece, and slid it forward one step. "You see? It will take a great deal more time yet to decide a winner."