"You may leave."
"Yes, sir."
Kaplan left the room at Cordell's words. Cordell also left his room not long after Kaplan.
Cordell started walking after he left the room. His destination was the Flame Pagoda's master, Spire Lord Berenice's room. When Cordell arrived in front of the Spire Lord Berenice's room, beads of sweat covered his face.
Cordell was sweating so much not because he was physically weak, but because of the amount of heat coming from Berenice's room.
Heat hotter than the hottest desert was always wrapped around the greatest resident of Flame Pagoda, the 'Lord of Flames' Berenice's room.
"How does she even sleep here?",
Cordell thought as he wiped his sweat. Even the outside of the room was this hot so he could not understand how she managed to live inside the room where it was even hotter.
"But how else could she have gotten this powerful."
"Miss Berenice!"
Cordell shouted as he was knocking.
"Come in."
Berenice's voice came not long after. Cordell held his breath as the door opened.
Hot.
Cordell covered his face as hot winds escaped Berenice's room. If an ordinary person had been in his place, their eyebrows would have been singed off.
"Hoo......"
Cordell slowly breathed out as he entered the room.
"They increased again."
8 balls of fire circled around Berenice's slender body. The last time Cordell had seen her, there were only 7 balls of fire. She had grown stronger again.
"As expected of her. She's a complete monster."
She wasn't the Flame Spire Lord for nothing.
"What is it?"
Berenice asked.
"It seems that there's going to be gathering at the Spire again."
"What? A gathering? Did a demon lord appear or something?"
Cordell shook his head. It could be said that the current situation was more unusual than a demon lord appearing.
"A person with immeasurable talent has appeared."
"......!"
"And it was measured with the Wisdom Balls as well."
"The Wisdom Balls that Kako designed? It couldn't be measured with them?"
"Yes."
"......"
Berenice was struck speechless.
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FantasyWhile reading a book, a sparkle of light disappeared. And, as it did, a message appeared. [Wisdom increased by 1]. STORY NOT MINE. KUDOS TO THE AUTHOR!