As Twik and Morgana patiently waited outside, Ery stepped into the room, imdiately recognizing the figure before him. The man's presence sent a jolt through his mory, and with a spark of familiarity, Ery addressed him by his forr title, "Headmaster."
A warm chuckle escaped the man's lips as he replied, "Ah, Ery, it has been four years since I held that title. There's no need to address as such anymore."
Ery nodded, showing respect to the man's request. "Of course, Elder," he replied, acknowledging the man's seniority.
Grand Magus Yvere, who was also present, playfully interrupted their conversation, his eyes glimring with mischief. "Indeed, it has been quite so ti. Perhaps it's about ti you considered taking on a new position," he teased.
Delbrand's response was filled with a touch of nostalgia. "No, Yvere, not right now," he answered with a smile.
The two Grand Magus engaged in friendly banter, their voices laced with familiarity and shared mories. It was evident that their bond ran deep, like that of old friends. Eventually, their conversation turned to Ery, and Delbrand's gaze shifted to the young magus, his eyes filled with curiosity and recognition.
"It's a clone body, isn't it? Your real body remains on your ho planet?" Delbrand inquired, his sharp observation impressing Ery.
Ery nodded, acknowledging the accuracy of Delbrand's assessnt.
A heavy sigh escaped Delbrand's lips as he leaned back, his expression filled with concern. "I ca here to warn you, Ery," he said gravely, his voice laced with caution.
Ery's heart skipped a beat, anxiety coursing through his veins. He knew that the elves had discovered his recovery, but to hear it confird by Delbrand heightened his sense of urgency.
"In fact," Delbrand continued, "just three days ago, the alliance captured a small reconnaissance party that had infiltrated Golden City. Their sole purpose was to locate and capture you."
Ery's eyes widened in alarm, his thoughts imdiately turning to his friend on Terra planet. However, before he could voice his concerns, Delbrand reassured him, "Don't worry, Ery. I have already dispatched my own trusted agents to protect your friend on Terra."
Relief washed over Ery as gratitude filled his voice. "Thank you, Elder, for your swift response and concern for my friend's safety."
Curiosity tugged at Delbrand as he turned his attention back to Ery, his gaze steady and unwavering. "So, Ery, what are your plans now?" he asked, knowing that Ery's situation had beco increasingly perilous.
Ery's mind raced, weighing the options before him. The elven hunters were closing in, leaving him with limited choices. He furrowed his brow, desperately searching for a solution.
Witnessing Ery's troubled state of mind, Delbrand's expression turned serious, his voice filled with conviction. "Actually, I wonder if you would consider accompanying on my journey... as my disciple," he proposed, his offer laden with potential.
Surprised by the proposition, Ery paused, contemplating the possibilities. However, before he could respond, Grand Magus Yvere interjected, a playful smirk playing on his lips. "The Ghost of Lymhurst taking a disciple? Now, that's sothing new," he remarked, amused by the unanticipated turn of events.
Delbrand paid no heed to Yvere's comnt, keeping his unwavering gaze fixed on Ery. He spoke with earnestness, his words carrying weight. "I understand the urgency of your situation, and I would never force you into servitude. But if you were to join , I could protect you from the elven hunters and impart my knowledge to you. In twenty years, even that Little Nephilim sub-faction would think twice before challenging you."
Ery's admiration for Delbrand grew, recognizing not only his strength but also his deep connection to the dark elent, which made him an ideal ntor for Ery's journey.I think you should take a look at
The offer was generous, one that Ery might have readily accepted under different circumstances. However, the urgency of his current task clouded his judgnt.
With utmost respect, Ery responded, "Elder, I am truly honored by your offer. However, at this mont, I am in dire need of recovering my magus core and focusing on honing my nature spells."
Ery proceeded to explain his critical task involving the plant creatures, emphasizing its importance. Delbrand listened intently, his brows furrowed in understanding.
Delbrand turned to Grand Magus Yvere, seeking his assistance. "So, Yvere, are you willing to lend him a hand?" he inquired, hoping for an alternative solution.
Yvere shook his head regretfully, his voice tinged with regret. "As much as I would like to help, I am currently engrossed in my own pressing matters. Moreover, I am not the most suitable person to aid Ery in such a short span of ti."
Curiosity piqued, Yvere pressed on, asking, "So, what is your plan, then?"
Concerned about the elven situation, Ery hesitated to divulge his plan, knowing the delicate nature of the information. However, after a mont's contemplation, he decided to disclose so details, cautiously saying, "There is a place highly recomnded for —a wood elves' planet."
Delbrand and Yvere exchanged intrigued glances, their interest sparked. Delbrand probed further, "Which clan?"
Ery hesitated, deliberating the consequences of sharing this information. Eventually, he decided to reveal, "The Vanyar Clan."
Delbrand weighing the potential outcos. "That might just work," he concluded, his voice filled with newfound hope.
Grand Magus Yvere chid in, affirming Ery's notion. "The Vanyar Clan is not only neutral but highly respected among the elven races. If you gain entry into their community, no other elf would dare harm you."
Delbrand sighed, a hint of disappointnt in his voice. "It seems our paths are not destined to intertwine this ti. Perhaps another opportunity will present itself."
Ery expressed his gratitude once again, appreciating the man's wisdom and guidance. "Thank you, Elder, for your kind offer. And if you possess the skill to nurture those plant creatures of yours, who knows? Maybe one day, you could assist us in building the new Magus Academy," he suggested, envisioning a future where they could collaborate.
Delbrand's eyes lit up at the ntion of the Magus Academy, a project spearheaded by the Supre Magus, Altus Dresden. While the details of the academy were still in developnt, Delbrand's involvent held promise.
"Farewell, Ery. Take care," Delbrand bid him farewell, leaving the room.
Now alone with the caretaker, Ery's mind raced, reminded of the task he had nearly forgotten—the primary reason for his visit
"Elder," Ery turned to the caretaker, his voice filled with curiosity, "I was also wondering about my Privilege class reward. Do you happen to have any information regarding it?" he inquired, hopeful for so insight.
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