Isabella's Shyness

The Forest Lady’s eyes glistened with admiration as she smiled warmly. "What a pity... You already have a mentor. Have you ever considered becoming my apprentice? Every year, countless magicians eager to join me, to work by my side, to learn from me come to seek my guidance."

Oliver couldn't help but glance upward again, his gaze sweeping over the others on the back of the massive flying beast.

This Forest Lady, who was said to be a mage of the Yellow Rank, had a group of disciples around her, each formidable in their own right. The weakest among them was Isabella, but even she had earned a red badge, just like Oliver. As for the others, two of the four wore orange badges.

Then there was the tax officer, a woman who didn’t wear a badge at all. Oliver surmised that she was probably an orange-ranked knight.

But even with their shared rank, these individuals might not be able to match Arcanus’ prowess.