"What's wrong, Avin? Do you know who he is?" The two-meter-tall sturdy man behind the girl slung a greatshield—taller even than the blonde girl—onto his back and looked curiously at the pensive male Mage.
"Who is he?" Everyone turned their heads in unison to look at Avin.
"Isaac Solomon. You must have heard his name."
"That Mad Witch?" The sturdy man's brow furrowed. That name was all too familiar to them!
This was pretty much the hottest topic in the Terra Empire recently. The sickly youngest son of the Solomon Clan, weak due to the Mad Witch's curse, had become a Mad Witch himself. The story had maxed out its hype in every sense of the word!
Therefore, even though not many people knew about the battle in Philis Town, Isaac's reputation was still considerable.
This was because he and Princess Philo were the only two legal Mad Witches in the Empire.
"So it was him... No wonder he was so ruthless." The blonde girl seemed to understand now.
