"When Dalko and I were hunting deep in the forest..."
Roland took a deep breath, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the tabletop as he recounted the bizarre encounter.
As the story unfolded, Bronson's initially nonchalant expression gradually froze.
The eccentric scholar's eyes went wide, and his hands couldn't help but clench the hem of his clothes.
When the last syllable fell, a suffocating silence descended upon the wooden cabin, leaving only the sound of their somewhat rapid and heavy breathing.
"Ahem..."
After a moment, Bronson finally broke the silence with difficulty, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
His hoarse voice was filled with disbelief.
"Are you saying... a goblin... used Flame Magic?"
His gaze drifted involuntarily to the scorched hole in the wall.
It was the proud result of the Trick Flaming Arrow he had just cast.
"There's no need for comparison, Mr. Bronson."
