Drawing the Wand

The accommodations were lavish.

Though the scent of incense was unfamiliar, and silk, typically used for high-quality fabrics in the Empire, was spread even on the bedsheets, no one could deny the sheer opulence of the place.

Despite it being a moment where they could comfortably rest on the bed, none of the three Chosen Ones did so.

"Lady Erfa."

At Iomene's request, Erfa immediately drew her wand and swept it around. A precise Reconnaissance Magic spell scoured the surrounding area.

Only after meticulously examining the room with Divine Magic did Iomene speak.

"Fortunately, it seems nothing has been tampered with in our quarters."

"Was there something? Your expression seemed a bit off when you shook Tribal Chief Horus's hand earlier."

Iomene nodded.

"I was afflicted by a curse for a long time, but recovered with the Saint's help."...