"Sage, you know, this time I feel like I won't be returning from this battle," a young man with short blue hair and blue eyes said, his expression helpless.
Judging by the coldness around him and the fact that he has an ice tattoo on his forehead, it was clear that his understanding of the ice element is very high.
He grabbed his jug and gulped down the entire contents.
Seated across from him, a handsome half-elf with flowing green hair, a lean physique, and a pair of round eyeglasses resting on his face smiled and also drank his wine.
"That is not the way to start the day, Sahir," Sage said with a smile. "You are one of the best mages in the universe. If anything, you should be worried about the heroic welcome you will receive after you dispose of those Ice Demons."
