As the sun sets, Rexford and I make our way towards a nearby tent to rest and wait for the bandits' attack. We've been given a nice tent to stay in, as well as comfortable mats. The village leader even provided us some food, which we happily devour while sitting on the mats.
"I must admit," Rexford starts, wiping his mouth with a cloth. "I didn't expect you to be able to erect such a powerful barrier."
I shrug nonchalantly, even if the entire barrier surrounding the village used up a quarter of my magic reserve. "I just copied it from someone and added more of my magic to it."
"Ah, so you do know how to plagiarize magic," Rexford teases, smirking.
"Does the concept of plagiarism apply to magic?" I ask, trying to defend myself. "Besides, if I learn a new dark spell, does that mean that I plagiarized it off you? And since you are teaching me, that means you are teaching me how to plagiarize."
