Fran, still completely unaware of what had happened, was still struggling in Book Mountain.
Had the Haifasardo nobles given up on their books first after hearing Cortez's request upon arriving here?
With tens of thousands of hefty volumes, Hill was somewhat overwhelmed.
No wonder the folks from the Mage Association had never sorted them.
He was thankful for the knowledgeable and tactful branch president who had not come in yet.
Hill used magic power to float the books around him, flipping through them one by one, no longer caring to maintain appearances.
Fortunately, after becoming a Magister, this kind of rudimentary magic like using magic power to pick things up could be used without thinking; an Elemental Body was indeed useful.
Sometimes, Hill had a strange feeling, whether in his past world or the current one, that transcending the mundane always involved abandoning the flesh.
Indeed, could the path of achieving sanctity through the flesh not work in any world?
