Big Sis, Big Bro

After Cyrus Page, the Dragon-Slaying Mage, was officially appointed, the current and former Seven Sages held a dinner party in one of the castle’s rooms.

But not everyone was there. Melissa had said, “Why would I want to eat while looking at a bunch of old men and women?” and wandered off, while Mary and Louis had also excused themselves, saying they had important work to do.

“Cyrus, where’s my tea?”

“Here.”

“Mm, mm. This is delicious... Cyrus, where’s my tea?”

“...In your right hand.”

At the round table, Cyrus—the guest of honor, in a sense—sat beside his master, the Thunderclap Mage. From there, proceeding clockwise in order of age, sat the second-generation Abyssal Curse Mage, the Flood Control Mage, the Cannonball Mage, the third-generation Abyssal Curse Mage, the fifth-generation Witch of Thorns, and the Silent Witch.

In other words, Monica was sitting beside Cyrus.

Cyrus was large, loud, and had an intimidating face—in short, he was exactly the kind of person Monica found most difficult to deal with.

But he was a good person who had gotten angry over her slaying the black dragon, and he didn’t harbor any hostility toward her...