“Ah. I’m sorry. What did you say?”
Ihan had been slow to notice Tanjuo calling from behind, and answered.
For some reason, Tanjuo’s voice wasn’t the usual grievance-laden, whining tone — it was polite, almost formal.
Nothing... no, that’s not it...
“More importantly, thank you for your hard work. For helping us during the flood.”
Ihan said it with genuine gratitude.
With storms and gale-force winds raging, it had been thanks to Tanjuo’s efforts that students could still come and go from Einrogard.
Had it not been for Tanjuo, some of the students might have gone missing.
And being a man, Ihan felt a little guilty for having overworked Tanjuo.
“I’ll release you from the contract now.”
Uh...
I could work a bit more... it’s okay...
I didn’t do much during the flood...
Tanjuo hesitated as he spoke.
Ihan was slightly taken aback by such an unexpected reaction.
What the—did he eat something bad? The Tanjuo who used to beg to be sent back while crying had been unrecognizable.
“You did a lot of work. You may go home.”
Really... is that okay...? Tanjuo glanced at Ihan again, reluctant.
He knew Tanjuo wasn’t an ordinary mage, but for him to actually threaten the spirits involved in this flood and force them into reverse-summon — that took guts, sure, but more than that it required overwhelming strength to intimidate the spirits.