The Halfling ushed a pair e, round gsses bato her h her index fihe gsses were decorated with are script, Dink reized them as mana-sight gsses. They were how the woman was able to easily identify his draic in.

  “Master Tavia! What are you doing here?” Lady Estra asked.

  “Journeymara, as a representative or the Are Academy, you should duct yourself with poise. I'm an elder on the Woman’s cil here in Chiset. We got hat a Halfling man was disgrag himself ihe House of Worldly Delight. As that is an unusual occurrence, we came to iigate,” Master Tavia replied.

  “Halflings always unnerve me…” Dink mumbled to himself.

  Master Tavia's appearance was tradictory te and status. It was the same for the other Halfling women behiheir appearance was that of a Human teenager but with a much smaller stature. The only indicator of age being the colour of their hair, which ranged from white to a steely-grey colour. Master Tavia’s hair held the most colour remaining. It was a sandy brown with streaks of grey that she dispyed with pride.

  The starry patterns on her robes were extremely fine smallprint are script. They were currently glowing as she elled mana through them. Using them as a focus to suppress the two draic bloodlines in front of her.

  “Ugh, what’s all the noise about?” Axion grumbled, holding his head as he propped himself off the ed catgirl’s p.

  “About time that you woke up. This isn’t the pce to be taking a ap,” Dink said with a smug smirk.

  “What did I miss?” Axion asked, looking around in fusion.

  “You just got khe fuck out,” A spectator in the crowd called out helpfully.

  “I guess that makes you the winner. I’m a man of my word, the Myid is yours,” Axion said while climbing to his feet.

  Axion nodded in the dire of the discarded cage taining the mushroom creature. It was resting on the floor nearby, as the Myid slept peacefully with a tented smile on its face. Master Tavia noticed the creature, activating a spell with a casual gesture. Dink’s expression became tense as the cage icked up by a subtle gust of wind to be carried toward the mage, h in front of her at eye level. Master Tavia leaned close to peer through her oversized gsses to ihe unassuming monster.

  “The trade of creatures from the Expanding Woods should be restricted to the Are Academy. They’re dangerous,” Master Tavia ented with a pointed look at Dink. “This appears to be the cause of the chaos here. It’s been fed a highly trated amount of mana that’s amplified its usual ability. The strain has exhausted it. Here you go, you are still the rightful owner.”

  Master Tavia ignored Dink’s devilish gre, tapping an index finger on the cage, sending it floating toward him. The magic supp it suddenly disappeared when it arrived in front of Dink. He reflexively caught the falling cage before it hit the ground.

  “This is inappropriate, Halfling. I don’t care if you are a master of the Are Academy. You are interfering with the administration of punishment for breag the High-elven House Accord. There are many of peers who would frown upon such behaviour,” Chazriterjected, pulling the belt taut between his hands with a snapping sound.

  “I am not preventing anything aside from the destru of property. By all means, administer your punishment. I’m not here for Journeymara. It’s the goblin g to be a Halfling that is me,” Master Tavia replied indifferently with a dismissive gesture. “Now, goblin, tell me why you cimed to be one of my race. Why not choose a Gnome or something more believable? Perhaps you did so with the iion of creating a sdal?”

  “Hey! Mmmph....” a drunken gnome in the crowd objected loudly. Before he could tinue, one of his more clear-headed panions cmped a hand over his mouth.

  “Apologies for my panion’s outburst, master mage. We want no trouble with the Are Academy,” The panion spoke. The drunk Gnome was struggling as their panied them toward the exit with a fttering smile. It arent that the drunk Gongue had a habit of causing trouble for himself.

  “I’m still waiting for your response, goblin. As you see, a Gnome would have been more appropriate for you to impersonate,” Master Tavia said while ign the pair’s departure. Grin grinned in respoo her question. He had been waiting for this opportunity.

  “I ihe sacred right of wele,” Dink simply replied, causing Master Tavia to momentarily frown in fusion before her eyes opened wide in shock. Dink’s neck began to itch as a rge amount of mana began to gather in respoo his words.

  “I hope you uand what this means. If you ot prove your friendship to the Halfling people, the spell will kill you where you stand. No one has been grahe qualifications to ihe right of wele iuries, not sihe…” Master Tavia paused as she prevented herself from speaking the name. “I will have no choice but to accept the sequences from the House of Worldly Delight for breag their sanctuary,” Master Tavia stated with a grim expression on her face.

  “I uand,” Dink replied.

  I hope it’s still there. Otherwise, this was a bad idea. It’s a gamble. But after all, that’s what the House of Worldly Delight is renowned for.

  An are sigil maed in the air between Dink and Master Tavia, signifying the activation of a World Law. The nterns in the room extinguished, only to be repced by a ghost light illuminating the room an eerie green. Wind began to circle Dink, beginning at his feet, lifting him upward, causing fused murmurs among the spectators.

  The Halfling women watched with solemn expressions while Di Lady Estra and Murkuk’s reas through the bond. He could clearly feel their fusion and trepidation. It ged to arm as blood began to seep through the pores of his skin at the tre of his brow.

  A single droplet of blood flew from his brow into the World Law. The effect was immediate, the sigil h in the eerie light mutated to bee the shape of an ornate sword. It was formed from a void that absorbed all light that touched it.

  The majority of the Halfling women frowned as they struggled to recall who the symbol beloo. Only Master Tavia reized it, she was staring at Dink with unblinking fear.

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