82 — Chapter 82

In the center of the room, which was primarily decorated in white, the Sage sat in a leather chair. He stood up with an elegant movement.

“I am glad you came.”

“An invitation from the admired Sage himself? I would have rushed here even if I hadn’t been called,” I replied with a smile.

The Sage’s brow furrowed slightly.

“…There is no way you mean that.”

“Don’t take him seriously. It’s almost entirely a joke,” Alice added smoothly. I felt a hint of venom in her tone; she seemed somewhat exasperated.

“Haha, well, it’s as she says. Just brush it...