Chapter 97 (1/2)

The road to the South.

A coach that moved into the village next to the road.

While the horsemen were changing the horses and smoking their cigarettes for rest, the passengers of the coach had gone to the nearest tavern to rest their necks and eat something.

Among the passengers was a woman, who was dressed as a pilgrim.

Like the goddesses, there was a cloth covering their head and ears, and in the hand was a long cane which was wrapped in cloth.

Going to the alcohol bar counter, she had looked at the owner and asked,

“A Cold beer here.”

The owner took the money from her hand seeing the stern look she had.

Some other customers who were in there couldn’t help but murmur or click their tongues at the scene.

Knowing about the pilgrims; they had to follow in the footsteps of the saints and live an empty life.

But of course, it was comfortable for them to go on a carriage and drink from the middle of the day.

The only people who condemned such act were the old men and women. The young people, showed generous eyes as they all thought, ‘So what if they have a drink?’.

Even if she was expressionless and cold, the woman was surely very divine looking.

She was no less than the elves who were called as the incarnation of beauty.

“Here is your beer.”

The host has poured beer into a tin mug and served it to the woman.

The woman was trying to slightly loosen the stiff expression she held, soon turned disappointed. The moment she touched the beer mug, it felt lukewarm.

“I asked for a cool one?”

“That is the coolest thing in here.”

Beer was normally stored in the cool underground warehouses. In case of the high-end pubs of the city, ice was collected.

It was unknown if the host was just being unkind to the pilgrim who seemed unfaithful to her vows.

And the woman had no intention to drink a lukewarm beer, she memorized the spell and focused it in one hand.

“Cooling.”

With bright light, ice got stuck in the glass.

When she smiled at her effort by slightly lifting the beer mug to drink, an old wizard from the corner of the tavern approached her and asked,

“Excuse me. Are you by any chance Erwin Lesa?”

“…”

The woman, or Erwin Lesa like he had said, had a sudden change in her eyes.

The wizard who noticed the change in her gaze, spoke with a grin,

“Then I guess it was true. A genius elf wizard who had revolutionized the development of magic by developing artificial magic stones. I saw you a decade ago at the initiation, and to meet you again in such a place…”

When Erwin had appeared, the wizard was keeping a close eye on her to see if his assumption about her had been right.

As she used her magic, he was convinced of her identity.

Although there were people with similar appearances, there were no two people who had the same mana waves.

At the words of the wizard, the people in the tavern were shocked.

The fact that she was an Elf was a much more important fact for them than her being the one who brought the artificial magic stones and revolutionized the magic engineering.

“Elf he said? Then she sure must be the most beautiful.”

“But, do elves drink?”

“Maybe a revolting elf. Maybe a republican.”

“Disguised as a human, maybe a spy from the Volga.”

There were a lot words being spoken about her, that was when Erwin decided to leave.