Azar's World of Magi...
"Get me some beer..."
"Ale..."
"Some wine, taking one to heaven..."
"Ale..."
A young ordinary man could be seen inside a library dusting its shelves as a horrible singing voice echoed throughout the room.
This was Osiris. He was back at the library, and it had been two days since he left. At this time, the war was still ongoing and serious, but not to the point where the big players had come out to fight.
At this point, the highest active ceiling of this battle was at Tier 6, but once in a while, a few Tier 7 Magi or Mana-Devouring Beasts would appear.
As for Tier 8 Magi or Mana-Devouring Beasts, they had not yet had a chance to act.
"Ehn... wait a moment..." Suddenly, Osiris paused as he rubbed his chin and pondered.
"Ah, that kid. He seems promising..." Osiris smiled.
"I wonder where he is now..." Osiris thought as he chuckled.
It seemed something interesting would happen very soon.
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At the nobles' camp, a situation was currently unfolding.
