The Archmage on a House Call (1)

“Something about Big Brother’s movements lately feels off, Sister.”

A lavish reception room where a magnificent chandelier decorated with mana stones cast dazzling light.

On the table, a three-tiered cake and a tea set filled with mana-recovery tea—said to be worth an entire gold bar per drop—had been ostentatiously laid out.

It might have looked like the lavish tea time of a sheltered young lady who knew nothing of the world.

Yet the atmosphere in the room was far from that of a youthful little tea party.

Knights stood in every corner of the room and all around the table.

In that murderous tension, where anyone who coughed seemed liable to draw their sword at once,

Half-siblings sat facing each other.

“Putting aside how noticeably healthier his complexion has looked since the archmage investiture ceremony, he’s been moving with astonishing ferocity, as though trying to make up for all the time he was unable to act.”

The intelligent-looking man tapped the table lightly with his slender fingers...