72 I Deserve It

Ulysses’s POV

The burning flames brought warmth and light to the dark basement. The man with messy hair chopped wood, piling it into neat stacks.

“Long time no see, Carlos.”

I greeted the shadowy figure softly.

Maybe because of his withered right foot, his movements were slow, but it didn’t hide the sharpness in his eyes.

His gray-blue eyes, so similar to Cecilia’s, met mine over the burning fire. He seemed unsurprised by my arrival. His gray-white beard moved slightly, his voice clear in the basement.

“Ulysses,” Carlos tossed aside the axe. He slowly sat on a chair. “You left in a hurry last time.”

“Oh, yes, I apologize for my rudeness.” I removed my wizard hat and bowed.

“Apologize? How funny. I never thought wizards were particularly polite,” Carlos said with a hint of sarcasm.

Indeed, wizards are like beasts with their territories. We’re used to living without disturbing each other, and visiting another wizard’s space without a good reason is akin to a direct challenge.