"Calm yourself. I'll explain everything if you just give me a chance." Ryuk said causing Max to relax once again.
"Hah, fine. Go ahead, I'm listening."
"Good. As I said, I'm not an Elf."
"Then what are you?"
"…a Half-Elf."
Max put up a brow. "What's the difference?"
"Hah, have you heard about the history of the other races that resided on Midgard before the Hundred-year war?"
"Yeah, Sir Webber told me about it after the assassination attempt.."
"Good. Did it ever wonder why the other races ended up losing against humans during the War?"
Max pondered for a moment. "Well, to be honest, it doesn't make any sense."
That was true for Max as he had already experienced the might of Summoners and compared it to the strength of his mentor, Regard.
If only one Sage is enough to cause the whole Empire to rethink going against him, what more against five different races filled with Sages?
And this was at a point when Magic was still new compared to the Art of the Hermit.
