Gluttony fell into a disgruntled silence after reaching an agreement with Myrdal. Theo tried to send a few mental messages, but the grimoire had already fallen back asleep.

Instead, Myrdal chuckled and said to Theo.

[Huhu, I suppose it’s upset. I am sorry for being rude in my own way.]

Truly a formidable figure. 

Theo calmly evaluated the old man before him. Myrdal’s eyes didn’t betray his true intentions, despite just being a memory in the fountain. Myrdal Herseim, the one who had the depth of a great magician and sage, wasn’t the type of person that a twenty year old Theo could face as an equal.

“So, why did Myrdal want to see a young man like me?” Theo’s discomfort came out in his brusque tone. He felt like a plaything being tugged in two directions by Gluttony and Myrdal. Both of them were beyond his understanding, but he didn’t want to bow to them.

Myrdal let out a jolly laugh, like a grandfather looking at his grandson.

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