"I'll give you an additional reward of two thousand Magic Stones when we return to the Tower."
After saying this, Avery led the knights onto the boat and silently moved toward the island through the breach Lynch had opened.
Watching the small boat gradually disappear into the night, Lynch frowned and muttered the words he'd wanted to say but hadn't:
"Saying something like that before the war begins... it's not very auspicious."
Lucas wasn't wrong; Lynch was indeed afraid... no, "afraid" might not be the right word—more accurately, it was disgust.
Lynch was not a belligerent person. He detested war and abhorred conflict. Compared to the life-or-death struggles of warfare, all he wanted was to study and learn in a stable environment.
Ultimately, truth and eternity were his pursuits. Wars could not assist him with that—they only brought risks and obstacles.
Anything that hindered his pursuit of the Wizard's Road would face his rejection.
"Let's hope everything goes smoothly."
