Ahwin muttered under his breath, almost as if talking to himself, "When will those two ever learn to be decent mages…?"

Kaseren felt even more miserable at his words.

The truth was, Kaseren and Rube were among the most promising mages of the Tower—prodigies destined to lead the next generation. Without their exceptional talent, they wouldn’t even have been granted the privilege of stepping into the Tower Master’s home.

But compared to Ahwin, their skills were like specks of dust clinging to his shoes.

They wanted to protest, “Creating a cure in a day? That’s only possible because the Tower Master is a once-in-a-century genius!” But how could they argue with their idol?

At that moment, Ahwin glanced toward them, and they instinctively flinched. His gaze soon moved past them, his golden irises shimmering briefly before the strange energy dissipated.

Penelope, sensing the subtle change in his demeanor, asked curiously, "Is something the matter?"

"Someone’s coming," Ahwin replied. "From the palace, by the looks of it."

"The palace?"@@novelbin@@

The palace? And how could he possibly know that from inside the sitting room?

Penelope hesitated to question him further, knowing Ahwin would likely respond with a cryptic shrug. Instead, she walked over to the window.

"I don’t hear a carriage… How do you know—"

She squinted down the main road and paused mid-sentence.

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