Chapter 463 Phoenix Trial?
The strongest mage in the country was a woman wearing a long black robe that showed her slender pale legs and a tiny part of her bust. A dark hair that one may confuse with the darkest night and brown eyes that shone with the hot sun above their heads.
Delicate facial features and an appearance of a 23-year-old woman, but Arthur knew it had to be more, as it was common among mages to keep their youthful appearance if they were powerful.
"Myla!"
They said their na before she even landed a foot in the school, Arthur saw Myla flying on a massive sword, her hair hasty with the wind, just like her clothes. She looked gorgeous and much like a hero from a story; at least, Arthur thought so.
She jumped from the sword when she got close to the ground, and then the sword changed to a standard form, a smaller one that she could use to fight.
An older man ca to see her when she arrived at the school. Arthur guessed it was the school's principal, and he looked old with a long beard, just like him!
"Principal Irric, long ti no see," Myla said, smiling.
Arthur was not far from the two, cleaning up the rock path that went through the school, swiping his broom, making it look fresh. He wanted to see their level of power, and sure thing, both were rank-three mages, but Myla had the upper hand, being soone close to the peak of rank-three.
"Weaker than the mages I found in the demon continent," Arthur thought.
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