“Here’s the communicator, Big Brother.”0

Daat brought a glass plate from one of the numerous drawers. When Keter infused mana into it, the glass plate emitted a blue glow and vibrated faintly.0

“Keter, what’s that?” asked Luke, who was naturally curious and also interested in magic. 0

“It’s exactly what it sounds like—to summon people. Basically, it calls someone to come here right now,” Daat replied.0

“Who is he calling? ”0

“A man named Gyro, Big Brother’s subordinate.”0

“Oh…”0

Luke didn’t understand what that had to do with finding the current Sword of the South, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask further. He felt that he would come across as stupid if he did, so he decided to figure it out himself.0

The eighth champion of the tournament and current Sword of the South was Zerphi Luban. He was the captain of the Order of the Storm, a prestigious order under the Luban family, one of the Masters of Swordsmanship. The usual first step to get a letter of recommendation would be to go meet Zerphi. But there was no way Keter would get the letter if he went to meet him without notice.0

‘Would Zerphi even agree to meet us if we just showed up? Probably not, and Keter must know that, which means… This Gyro guy is the key. If we take him with us, there’s a higher chance Sir Zerphi will give us the letter.’0

By this reasoning, Luke concluded...0