The Book Eating Magician (193+)

Chapter 232

Elsid's Gifts #3

The conversation ended with Elsid’s gift. An alliance might be established, but Orta didn’t have the full authority of the state. He needed to clear it with Kurt III first before more details could be discussed.

Thus, the magicians in the secret room decided to return to their quarters. Vince and Carter followed their guides, while Orta accompanied Theodore. The place where the two people were heading was a private room.

It was a room which contained the defectors, whose identities only Orta and Theodore knew. Randolph Clovis and Rebecca Clovis, the successors of Clovis who once excelled in the empire as one of the Seven Swords, were now hiding in this room after defecting from Andras.

Knock, knock.

The senses of a sword master would’ve noticed the approach of the Theodore and Orta a long time ago, so Theodore knocked briefly without any worries. Unsurprisingly, the door opened as soon as he raised his hand.

“Ah, you’ve come?” Randolph greeted him cheerfully as usual, but then he looked awkward when he saw Orta behind Theodore. Randolph’s intuition sensed that Orta was strong, so he didn’t let go of his vigilance from the first meeting. Theodore was aware of this, so he felt the tension constrict his neck.

Then Randolph spoke with an awkward expression, “…It looks like you didn’t come to play, but would you like some tea?”

Theodore smiled wryly and shook his head.

“No, that’s okay. White Tower Master?”

“I would like a drink.”

Orta nodded and crossed the threshold, while Theodore followed and closed the door. Then he used magic to completely block sound from escaping the room. Spells which could deceive a sword master’s senses were rare, but a magician always needed to be prepared for the worst. Of course, there was someone watching Theodore’s actions obsessively.

Theodore looked forward and faced her.

“Good evening, Sir Theodore.”

She had blonde hair which fell to her shoulders and green eyes that were a different color to Ellenoa’s. Her white skin showed she was from a noble family, but her firmly disciplined body showed that she didn’t grow up like a plant in a greenhouse. A storyteller would describe her as a ‘manly beauty.’

Rebecca Clovis was truly a knight.

“…Good evening. How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. I had no big injuries in the first place.”

It was as she said. Pan Helliones hadn’t inflicted any injuries on Rebecca while binding her. He hadn’t wanted her to be injured while bound on a big battlefield. As such, Theodore’s condition was worse than Rebecca’s.

“Captain Theodore.” The conversation between the two of them was interrupted by Orta.

He looked down at the black tea Randolph handed him before sighing and placing it on a corner of the table. It was an elusive taste which was hard to express.

Then Orta spoke as casually as always, “The expedition army, including me, will return home two days later in the early dawn. The war mages are Meltor’s core power, so they can’t stay away for too long.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that.”

“The magic circle preparation will be done by that time. The problem is… your body’s condition is worse than I thought.”

The Clovis siblings’ expressions stiffened as they listened.

Simultaneously, Orta tapped his index finger on the table. “Your circles are overloaded. It is uncommon for a 7th Circle magician, but maybe it will be rewarding on the way to the next level. These symptoms will get better over time. But…”