There was no need to rush back. Theo had recovered somewhat, but he was still a little unsteady on his feet. He didn’t have the strength to run or climb over trees. On the other hand, everyone else was filled with energy. They had fought a legendary battle with an ancient elvish foe and survived.

They ignored their fatigue and kept chatting. Naturally, Theo became the topic of conversation, since he had landed the final blow on Laevateinn.

“By the way, I was really surprised! Superior Theo!” Someone said while patting him on the shoulder.

Theo was focused on breathing. “Huh? Amazed?”

“I didn’t know there was a way to survive that terrible heat! I don’t know about Veronica, but we couldn’t even take a few steps.”

Despite being middle-aged, the Blue Tower magician had a white beard, yet he didn’t hesitate to treat Theo in a friendly manner. Perhaps he felt a bond after fighting together.

The magician called Philip, who had aimed the iceberg at Laevateinn, praised Theo’s courage...