A Dangerous Teammate

"Remember, your tower master just attained the S-rank after years of hard labour, whereas our master has been in the S-rank for years!" stated another warrior, mockingly.

"You…" Alfred clenched his fists. He held the magic staff in his palm, the tip of the staff glowing with a red light from inside the jewel. It was like a burning inferno within it, ready to erupt with a scary blazing flame at any time.

But eventually, he began to cool down. He would make amends afterwards.

The embarrassing incident that occurred months ago would not be forgotten by him. He was harassed by a warhorse in front of a crowd!

It could be argued that for a mage like him, it was worse than death. That a common baron had dared to harm a mage like him made him sick to his stomach.

Alfred had lived in opulence and nobility ever since it was discovered that he had the potential to become a mage.

Even pure-blood nobles would not dare to offend him, but a commoner blood baron dared to disgrace him.

He'd never forg