The Envied Archmage (7)

“Senior Kaizel, how are you feeling?”

I asked indifferently as I pulled a chair toward me.

I turned the backrest around and rested my chin on it. It couldn’t have been more comfortable.

“Well, I’m alive, at least.”

On the bed, Senior Kaizel, wrapped from head to toe in bandages, groaned and turned his head toward me.

His complexion was pale, but fortunately, he didn’t look like he was about to die.

“You’re surprisingly sturdy for a mage, Senior.”

It felt cruel to say, but honestly, I’d thought he wouldn’t open his eyes before the year was over.

“Ha-ha. Sturdy, my ass. I’m only alive because you went easy on me, Junior.”

“I didn’t exactly go easy on you. Wouldn’t it be more accurate to say it was thanks to the Witch of Jealousy’s power possessing your body?”...