Without exchanging any unnecessary words, after briefing each other on their respective situations, Lewan cut off the connection and stopped channeling her magic. She realized that this minor spell consumed an unusually large amount of mana, draining her entire day's accumulation in just a two-minute conversation.
"I should find some time to improve this after the mission," Lewan muttered to herself, "otherwise this mana consumption rate is a bit hard to accept."
She got up and walked over to the window, her gaze lingering on the street outside. There was no such thing as a curfew in this world, though night life varied depending on the empire. In Stru, for instance, looking out the window, one could see people moving in groups of three or five toward the Colosseum, seeking to vent the accumulated fatigue of the day through bloody and cruel duels.
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