Preservation

A flock of ravens gracefully soared above the verdant grasslands, flying toward the city of Ravenfell in the distance.

Seeing the sea of golden rice fields flourishing on the ground, Headmaster Blackwood thought to himself in gratification, Hmm, very good…

The mana underground is sufficiently enriching the crops. This is a great boon for the mortals.

While other Magi thought of mortals as nothing but pests who couldn't wield mana, Saratoga's old headmaster considered them as necessary components to the ecosystem.

They were like the smaller cogs in a wheel; without them, the machinery would never work efficiently.

After all, there were numerous works that only mortals could carry out that Magi thought were beneath their statuses.

While the headmaster wasn't overly accommodating to the mortals of these lands, he wasn't overly strict with them either.