"...!" Veles stared at Sylas with wide, trembling eyes, his expression a mixture of excitement, hesitation, and confusion. Sensing the turmoil within him, Sylas leaned in slightly and spoke softly.
"Isn't elven magic also on the decline? Wouldn't it be better to migrate to a newly founded Mage Tower rather than clinging to the fading one in your principality?"
"H-How do you know about that?" Veles exclaimed in shock.
"Oh, so I was right," Sylas chuckled. "I merely guessed from your reactions when you saw the grimoire."
"...!"
Truthfully, Sylas had assumed the elves would behave as they usually did—aloof and detached, only translating the grimoire before departing. To the elves, who already possessed knowledge of magic, a human grimoire wouldn't have been anything extraordinary.