Inside the inn.
Tacro served Su Lu freshly sliced white bread, grilled fish, skewers, and fine wine, standing respectfully at the side.
"Do you have a question?"
While leisurely cutting his fish, Su Lu casually asked.
"The teacher seems to have taken a keen interest in that young noble woman and her attendant...."
Tacro responded honestly, with a trickle of cold sweat down his back.
He knew of his teacher's indifference. In this world, injuries and death are commonplace. Tacro had witnessed plenty since following his teacher. Not once had he seen him intervene.
The only exception seems to have been Miss Ilya.
No, perhaps it's also me.
Tacro quietly whispered to himself.
"Hmm..."
After taking a sip of wine, Su Lu replied, "I believe they too possess talent. Just like you, they have the potential to become 'magicians'!"
"Magician's talent?"
A glint emerged in Tacro's eyes.
