"Bye, bye,"
As we all split up throughout the day, I monitored the army of mages which were as kind and as gentle to the regular warriors as I had expected.
Most people come out a saint when they enter the world tower, but the others who don't are either dead or extremely injured, broken from the pressure of being a student in such a prestigious place.
Though, that's only if they have the rank to actually step out of the magic tower.
"How is the head? Has his illness finally died down?" I asked the butler so loyal to the bedridden man in front of me that I'm sure he wouldn't have hesitated in sucking out the poison from his blood.
"He is… still very sick. We've checked for signs of poison, and though there is some, it could be mistaken for another illness,"
"No, he was definitely poisoned. I don't think you were there when we had to get rid of at least a fourth of the servant as there were some traitors mixed amongst them,"
