Ethan left Mareti to adjust to the new body. Mareti had requested a separate space to conduct experiments and research, and Ethan had agreed without much resistance.
"Damn… these mages," Ethan muttered to himself as he walked through the corridor.
"Why are they so obsessed with doing research? Can't you just eat, drink, and have fun?"
Even as he grumbled, he understood the difference. For mages, research was not a hobby. It was survival. They relied on study and experimentation to expand their knowledge and cultivate their souls. Without it, they stagnated.
As he approached the office, he heard raised voices inside. Sharp exchanges and verbal jabs at one another.
He pushed the door open.
Inside, Ray was standing straight with a cold expression, while Herion looked increasingly uncomfortable. Rathlos stood nearby with his usual composed posture.
