Infinite Mage - Chapter 3

Shirone flinched.

Wh-what do I do?

Run? Answer? Did a commoner even have the right to speak?

Alpheas continued, gentle.

“No need to panic. Come over here. I’d like to see you.”

After a hesitation, Shirone approached, as if drawn by fate.

If I don’t climb this wall now, I never will.

Over the wall, he saw a kindly white-haired elder—a nationally recognized 4th-class mage, renowned even abroad.

Alpheas waved from his rock seat.

“Come, join us. Will you humor an old man’s chatter?”

Heartened by his warmth, Shirone vaulted into the school grounds.

Chapter 3