Renu moved his fingers and tried touching the clothes he was wearing. They were rare and precious—cleaner and better managed than what those scruffy-looking, imprisoned kings wore. They were the clothes that only he, the king and the soon-to-be winner, was allowed to wear. 

Then, Renu recalled the fate of the Iron Tribe. “Do you think we…” he said and stretched out his hands to Zich, “would bow our heads to humans once again!”

Pop!

A fireball shot out of Renu’s hand.

‘Silent incantation magic. As expected of an elf king.’ However, Zich’s admiration stopped there. After all, there was a monster on his side who could use that kind of magic much more adeptly than Renu. This ‘monster’ was so amazing that Zich was hardly surprised by seeing one silent incantation.

‘Furthermore, it doesn’t even have much power.’ Zich took out Windur, which had changed shape, and swung it.

Clang!

The fireball split into two and disappeared in vain.

‘Yeah, this is silent incantation magic.’ Magic created by silent incantation lagged far behind in power and range than the ones created by spoken incantation. ‘To think that Lyla’s silent incantation magic is as strong as normal incantation magic. It’s unbelievable.’

Zich was happy to see ‘real’ silent incantation magic...