Mage Delin watched him, seeing his stubborn pride and the needless suffering it caused him. He just smiled helplessly and said nothing more.
All that remained was a matter of time.
He raised his glass and gently clinked it against Wendel's.
"Then let's just… wait and see."
"Let's see what other tricks that boy has up his sleeve."
...
Raylo did not return as quickly as the two Legendary Mages had expected.
Over the next few days, it was as if he had forgotten the matter entirely.
He spent every day busy with the territory's affairs: approving mountains of documents, inspecting the construction progress of Black Stone City, or visiting the training camp outside the city to watch the Knights drill.
His schedule was packed, leaving not a single moment to spare.
The sun was pleasant that afternoon.
Warm, early-winter sunlight streamed through the enormous French windows of the study in the Lord's Castle, casting bright patches of light across the floor.
