C118 CHAPTER118

"Magic really is that convenient, huh?" Piace, seated on the ground etching inscriptions, cast an envious glance at Devon's modest wooden tower.

In his heart, he was already contemplating how to master the art of magic.

Devon's wooden tower was cozy, to say the least – the sort where two people would find it cramped to lie down together. But for Devon, it was just right. Hector