"Oh, couldn't they wait?" Drayken scoffed.
"I…" Before Conrad could talk, a woman came wagging her tail, she pushed Conrad to the side and ran up to Drayken.
"Master, it is already late, everyone is already waiting for you." Rowena spoke cutely with a sparkle in her eyes, those eyes were begging for pats.
Drayken brows twitched, as he silently gave pats and she giggled with a silly smile.
"Happy?"
"Yeah, hehe, now let's go."
"Hmm, no, I think there is something else that we need to look into first." He spoke lightly.
"What is it?" She tilted her head with confusion in her eyes.
"You have become a Fourth-circle Mage?" Drayken looked at the turbulent Mana caused by her mere presence.
"Yes." Rowena happily nodded with a smile.
"You have created your fourth spell, huh," Drayken was pretty satisfied with her, "How many spirits can you summon now?"
"See for yourself." She closed her eyes and twenty lights erupted from her body.
