Chapter 51
That night, at the Saxon Duke’s mansion in the Imperial Capital.
‘Did they summon me all the way here just to show me some brats?’
After several days of absurd commotion, Dale sat cross-legged in his bedroom and pondered.
There’s no way the Crimson Mage would have invited him to the Imperial Academy for such a trivial reason. He recalls the twelve Purifiers who ambushed Dale’s cavalry on the Saxon River that day. Fanatics who wouldn’t hesitate to burn their own flesh.
Compared to them, the noble offspring of the Imperial Academy were mere greenhorns who could only elicit laughter. They doubtless believed without a shred of doubt that they would become mages of the Crimson Magic Tower, indeed the empire’s elite. Unaware that they were nothing but puppets of the Magic Tower.
‘In the end, they’re just children ignorant of the ways of the world.’
Thinking this, Dale turned his head. It was at that very moment.
Knock knock.
“Dale.”
A knock sounded. Along with a voice that was all too familiar.
“Teacher Sepia?”
“May I come in for a moment?”
Hearing Sepia say she was coming into his bedroom, Dale gasped in surprise and swallowed hard.
“Come in.”
His reply came instantly, without a moment’s hesitation.
Watching Sepia step cautiously into the room, Dale held his breath.
She wore a nightgown of pure white silk embroidered with dark, black lace. Her crystal-colored hair was disheveled, damp strands scattered wildly. Through the silk fabric, her skin, as white and delicate as jade, was faintly visible.
