A millennium had passed, and everything had lost its meaning in his eyes. Many heroes emerged from generation to generation, but he stood the test of time. That was his life, waiting for someone to come along and defeat him, but no one did. Nobody dared. Nobody tried. How can he allow this to happen? With the aid of his magic, he rose from his throne and set out into another world in search of excitement and, perhaps, a worthwhile adventure. What would happen if this last boss decided to venture into the human world for fun? PS: This novel has joined Fantasy Carnival
Isaiah didn't have any idea about what the man was talking about. To read someone's mind was no easy feat, even for them as mages. In fact, no one in the world could do that unless he did something beyond human to gain that kind of ability.
"Ah, I know that look. I can't read your mind but what you are thinking shows on your face," Cygnus chuckled. "I am reminding you to not come up with a conclusion in your mind."
Isaiah frowned, "Is it really true that you can read minds?"
"Of course. How do you think was I able to become a Ginehart and a mage at tower? Or how was I able to gather that much evidence against those mages? Or how was I able to sit here and talk to you when I promised that I would help you and the duke with your problems?" It was not all attributed to his ability but he didn't care since he was still the master and all orders came from him.