Chapter 17

After a couple of moments passed, the man spoke up, "You entered the gates of mist rather easily, I see. That is no easy feat, so I assume you are a magic wielder, correct?"

"That's right." The brunette answered casually, though she did notice the suspicious glance directed at her, "I'm not here to cause trouble but I've been tasked with something important and require your assistance."

He studied her intently for a couple of seconds before speaking again, "And what sort of task requires my aid? And why should I help you?" The man tilted his head ever so slightly, clearly intrigued by the situation at hand.

Alaenor shifted uncomfortably in her chair for a brief moment, "Lady Mirana and Euphemia mentioned that you would be the most suitable candidate to teach me some magic." She replied, knowing exactly why she sought help and hoping that he wouldn't ask her why she was looking for it.