As promised, Archmagus Robert guided Zeke to where his mother was taken.

They reached their destination within 20 minutes, but the door was sealed by a layer of Darkness magic.

Zeke frowned and was about to use his voltage to break it but Robert stopped him.

“Wait. Maybe Miss Kleya isn’t done yet. Let’s wait a bit.”

Although he seemed very reluctant, Zeke nodded his head and crossed his hands as he leaned against the wall. Soon enough, he seemed to be absent-minded, but the Archmagus broke the silence.

The bespectacled man had never left Zeke’s side, though it was unsure whether it was due to courtesy or to monitor him. Either way, Zeke didn’t seem that bothered.

“Would you be willing to talk about the recent ‘event’, Mister Orland?”

“You mean the raid on the Ascetic Blasphemers? What about it?”

Robert still didn’t get used to the youth’s gloomy attitude and cold stare, but he still kept his amicable smile and polite behavior. He was a distinguished mage, renowned across the entire w