A Welcome Companion

The office after the association president had left.

Max finished the remaining coffee and looked over the materials Meredith had given him again.

These were reports periodically transmitted to the association by the tier-three mercenaries who had lost contact.

Most of them consisted of eyewitness accounts and testimony.

As a result, the periods during which the people teaching magic had been active were listed loosely as estimates. Only the locations were precise.

‘They aren’t staying in one district but wandering through the lower districts. There doesn’t seem to be any particular pattern.’

The most recent sighting had been two days ago.

Two children had shown an aptitude for magic and received canned food as a congratulatory gift. After a brief conversation, they followed the people who had given it to them.

“Hmm.”

Max kept his eyes fixed on the monitor as he rummaged through the container for candy. It was empty...