However….the peace did not last long.
After weeks of peace, prosperity, and my father bragging about his "divine rice wine" to anyone who had ears, the inevitable finally happened.
A convoy. Not a small one. Not a polite, humble visitor convoy.
No.
A FULL.
ASSAULT.
OF.
MAGE TOWER DRAMA.
Five gold-plated carriages. Twelve horses with gemstone armor. A floating banner that literally spelled: WELCOME, MASTER SERAPHINE! in glowing blue mana letters.
I wanted to bury myself under my father's cabbage patch. But then—The largest carriage stopped. And out stepped High Mage Hector Sky.
Bald. Robed in ridiculous silver threads. Eyes sharp like a snake who just found lunch. And smiling like we were best friends in our past life.
Behind him came five junior mages—his elite students—who immediately LOST their composure the moment they saw me. They SCREAMED.
"MASTER!!"
"TEACHER!!"
"WE MADE IT!!"
"LADY SERAPHINE YOUR TOWN IS AMAZING!"
