Return to the Magic World

On a street in Porius City, people all made way for the group of foreign emissaries who just walked out of the royal palace. But no matter how you look at it, this group of mages should be called a small army rather than a group of emissaries. While there weren’t a lot of them, all of them were fully armed and were also exuding frightful power all the time, especially the four mages who were dressed in graceful knight uniforms. The powers they emitted were so strong that people wouldn’t even dare to lift their heads and look at them directly.

“You're sure this is the right way?”

A bald, muscular man turned to ask the friend walking next to him.

“It should be if that King Angelo wasn’t lying.”

The other mage replied boredly. For him, the job he was assigned to this time was extremely boring.