Hill dared not say anything, but the magical beast was different.
Even a leopard, who understood human nature well, was the type to speak its mind directly.
"Your friend, does he owe something to that Theodore Ibala?" Merkel suddenly asked, "When you see him flying, he even reached the rank of Magister. A Legendary, who needs to be so humble?"
Fran nodded, "He was originally the kind of person who coldly observed from the sidelines and never got involved in those messes. He must have had some leverage fall into someone else's hands."
"Grandfather, the one who initially informed you that the Mage Association was going to give me trouble was him, right?" Hill blinked and asked, "What did he say to you? Did he just inform you that someone was looking for trouble, or did he clarify everything about that Half-Elf Legend?"
"He was very clear." Fran glanced at Hill, "What's wrong?"