106: Death and Taxes

The once peaceful morning at the inn turned into chaos as Nicholas casted an impending fire magic spell on the tip of his wand, ready to be fired at will.

Darius, on the other hand, was ready to put a hole on Nicholas' chest with an ultra condensed [Infernio] on his fingertip, glowing brightly like a miniature sun.

Everybody was shocked when his Mana Field pressed the surrounding air with tremendous force, including Nicholas.

The plump cheeked young master was finally aware of Darius' powerful presence when the surrounding Fire Elementals turned chaotic, swirling around the white-haired young man.

'Such a strong Mana Field at only Rank 2 Mage?! His magic power is equal to a Northean Royal Mage despite his Rank! What is he doing in this backwater town?!'

Alas, Sarah was there to remind him that the Commoners were present in the room.

"Not here," Sarah said, lowering Darius' wrist.