It was unusually peaceful after the fiasco last night. Damian had not expected such tomfoolery from an old third-ranker mage, of all people. A man of his standing should have INT stats in the hundreds. So why was he acting like such a brat? Maybe the saying was true—wisdom has nothing to do with one's IQ.
He skipped his classes and headed straight to his lab. Reize was with him.
"You know, it's not a bad idea to have Highsword's support," Reize remarked, her tone even as she walked beside him.
"If they support us, that is…" Damian replied.
"What do you mean?" she asked, puzzled.
