Sly Old Fox

"Since I already know everything, what can you all do about it? Kill me?"

"Since you've said as much you must be prepared to meet your doom!"

The furious archmages all shouted in anger as their expressions distorted. Each and every one of them pulled out their mage staves and shot all sorts of magic spells at me, killing me in an instant… that was all obviously impossible. After all, mages weren't like warriors who only had muscles for brains. Nor were mages fervent religious fanatics that wanted to cleanse everything. Mages were always more understanding and preferred to talk things out. They would be especially more patient with other mages and their juniors.

"Since you know already… let's add a chair for you."

Auntie Amala from the Star Revelation was quite open-minded about me joining in. She sipped her tea, not even opening her eyes as she enjoyed her beverage.