Volume Eleven: shrouded in Fog and Smoke Chapter Four: The Voyage

"Mr. Rebry, it seems your profession changes with your hobbies, be it a mage, adventurer, magic item manufacturer, or even a salesman. Your natural optimism is something I deeply envy. I would be content if I could achieve that state of mind one day."

Komer's compliment lacked any emotional color, making it hard to tell if there was any sarcasm or mockery, and Rebry seemed unbothered by it. Their focus appeared to be elsewhere.

"Well then, Lord, I don't think you came here just to praise my variety of hobbies, haha. So, is the plan to go to the swamp all set? It looks like you intend to have Mage Lome also wade into these murky waters. It seems that our Lord has gained some insights from tutoring this defector from the Church of Light. Are you really that confident in her?"

The mocking tone carried an undercurrent of disapproval as the sloppy mage gently swayed the nameless short rod in his hand.