The Feeble mage and the Plague

Snap-.

Along with the cheerful sound of snapping fingers, Franz arrived at the Magic Tower Lord’s Office.

Beside him was a man with a highly excited expression, none other than the feeble Mage who had been the host of the bug.

He spoke.

“To wield this level of magic with just the snap of your fingers, you are truly amazing.”

Was it flattery, or was it sincere? He didn’t know exactly which it was, but he hoped for the latter if possible. He wasn’t particularly fond of people who spoke lightly.

Well, if it was sincere, that would be embarrassing in its own way.

Franz said.

“Do you happen to like tea?”

“Ah, yes. I do like it, but…”...