Promotion

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

"It's a blessing from Forneus!" the apish captain cried out excitedly.

The enemies who had been posing a great threat to them had disappeared so suddenly. Some Intermediate Mage must have taken care of them, even though he did not see the spell!

What other reason could he possibly think of to explain his incredible luck, other than saying it was a blessing from the gods?

He was relieved that his parents had forced him to kneel on a huge banana leaf in the garden and pray to their goddess since he was five!

The apish captain led them forward with only eight of his men remaining. He no longer relied solely on his mouth, taking hold of the opportunity to cast an Intermediate Spell of his own.

He was an Intermediate Wind Mage.

He advanced straight into the enemy's line. The militia, who were only Basic Mages, failed to react in time.