Clip-clop~
Clip-clop~
The carriage proceeded down the streets of Green City, the iron-clad horseshoes clinking crisply against the ground.
Dwarf-armored guards escorted the luxurious carriage at a slow pace, and the commoners and professionals nearby would immediately halt and distance themselves from the carriage upon seeing it.
Not only because such an extravagant carriage could only be owned by Nobles, but also because the magical banner hanging from the carriage signified—it belonged to a Mage Lord.
In Green City, one might offend a Noble and live, but never a Mage Lord, for a Noble might not kill you, but a Mage Lord wouldn't hesitate to let you taste what it's like to have your soul devoured by magic.
Magic is truth—the adage of the Magic Goddess.
If there's a problem that can't be solved with magic, then surely it's because your Magic level is too low, and you know too few spells.
