Chapter 295: An Unforeseen Invitation
"What is your impression of magic?
"To use powerful fireballs that bombard lawns and turn them into barren lands? Deceiving the people of the world and chasing after power with illusions? Garnering the cheers and reverence of idiotic nobles with tricks akin to street performances? Embellishing your status and appearance with a mysteriousness that seems extremely powerful to other people? Or the laughable delight and satisfaction you get from destroying your enemy in countless fights and close-quarter combat?
Thales lowered his head, as if absorbed in thought. But his mind was already filled with shock.
'Magic... Magic?! What in the world is magic…?'
"You know, I've always felt, since a long time ago, that wizards are people who possess strong powers and can produce fireballs just by waving their hands," the prince said in a pensive tone, somewhat lost in his thoughts. "Or hide in towers, NOT going out so that they could research a curse that could destroy the