“They love the school too much,” Ihan replied.
The Skull Headmaster looked at him with an admiring gaze.
To blurt out such an embarrassing line without a second’s hesitation… How on earth did a fellow like that come from the Wodanaz family?
“They couldn’t finish fixing it in the daytime, so it kept gnawing at them at night. That’s how much they love the school.”
“What a wondrous devotion the mages of Einlogard have,” Ipadur murmured.
“Of course,” Ihan said, unperturbed.
The Black Turtle Tower students, if they could hear him, would have thrown down their hammers.
A professional doesn’t get swept away by petty feelings.
“Has there been a flood recently?” Ipadur asked in surprise as they walked through the forest path.
This place shouldn’t have been damp, yet traces of water remained as if a flood had recently occurred.
“Yes.”
“As far as I know… it’s not even the rainy season yet?”
Ihan glanced at the Skull Headmaster.
The Skull Headmaster nodded as if to say it was fine.
He thought, That much is okay to tell them. “Einlogard is an area of strong magic, so strange phenomena happen often. This spirit flood was one of those phenomena.”
“How remarkable. Such capricious natural phenomena are rare even in the Empire,” Ipadur said.