Law Of The Devil

23. Pitiful Vivian Young

A magician, an eighth ranked archmage, an apparently at most no more than eighteen young sorceress, a so nervous and tense when speaking it was like a young lady from a wealthy family going out into the world for the first time-magician.

And most importantly, she stuttered.

The people around couldn't help staring wide eyed. Looking at this furiously blushing girl, big eyes close to overflowing with tears, everyone seemed to subconsciously lower the swords in their hands.

This girl didn't appear to be any threat.

Even Duwei stared...... This stuttering girl, with an expression as timid as a rabbit, was really an eighth level magician?

But this robe, and still that badge, neither could be faked! Duwei knew that all such badges issued by the magic guild would have the capability to prevent forgeries.

Coughing, Duwei couldn't refrain from relaxing the fingers squeezing that terror illusion goblin somewhat, looking at this delicate timid girl:

"Distinguished magician, you're saying, this creature belongs to you?"

"Ye...... Ah n-n~~no." The girl finally started crying, tears unexpectedly flowing from her eyelids: "This is my m-m-master's. C-can't you re-re-return it to me......"

Return it?

Duwei really didn't want to return it!

Why? This little creature had ruthlessly attacked his people, leaving everyone battered and exhausted, Duwei was really of a mind to slaughter this little thing, and afterwards do like Thorskei said and take out its horn.

But, looking at this sorceress coming to bring it back...... With the kind of person this was, could he really shamelessly do it?

If he wanted to act shamelessly...... The counterpart was an eighth level magician!

Despite this girls apparently very weak appearance.

"This...... Esteemed magician, please...... please don't worry." Duwei was patient, even so much that his voice was mild, speaking softly like coaxing a little girl: "If this little creature really is yours......"

"O-o-o-of course!" The sorceress seemed to hear what she hoped for and made an effort to wipe her tears, looking at Duwei with a hopeful expression. Those two innocent big eyes were incomparably clear, that kind of simple pleading expression from such a painfully pitiful girl, really didn't let people lower their intentions.

"Don't worry." Duwei slowly said: "Even if this little creature is yours, as its owner, I think you should take responsibility for the mistakes it committed, no?"

The sorceress' expression turned flustered, and she very timidly looked at Duwei:

"M-may I a-a-a-ask......."

"This little creature, is it a high level magic beast?" Duwei lowered his voice: "As this magic beast's owner, you didn't properly look after it, letting it run off to the hinterlands of the imperial south! Don't tell me you don't know how much disorder a magic beast running all over would cause for the people in this region!"

Looking at his young master so sternly rebuking an eight level magician, Thorskei to the side really wanted to laugh, but didn't dare to.

Because...... That was an archmage!

Looking at the badge pinned to the girl's chest, Thorskei swallowed resolutely. After all, the greatest dream of a low level magician like Thorskei was to one day advance in rank, putting on such a golden badge!