"Are they really called 'Atiyas' people?" Leon asked his companion for confirmation after hearing the slightly familiar pronunciation.
"Mhm, that's what those nobles call them when they complain in private about how arrogant those robed people are. I didn't dare to butt in and chat in detail with them for fear of exposing my identity."
Seeing the surprised look on Leon's face, Azeryan couldn't help but ask, "Do you know about Atiyas?"
The son of a noble had never come across that name in books or on maps.
Leon nodded, this time indeed knowing slightly more than his learned companion.
It was all thanks to the information obtained from the Magician advisor to Count Trosa.
The Mage Empire... situated far off to the east of the continent...
If the Magician's words were true, could it be that the robed man who inexplicably stared at Azeryan all day was indeed a mage from a foreign land?
