Kapitel 463: Phoenix Trial?

The strongest mage in the country was a woman wearing a long black robe that showed her slender pale legs and a tiny part of her bust. A dark hair that one may confuse with the darkest night and brown eyes that shone with the hot sun above their heads.

Delicate facial features and an appearance of a 23-year-old woman, but Arthur knew it had to be more, as it was common among mages to keep their youthful appearance if they were powerful.

"Myla!"

They said their name before she even landed a foot in the school, Arthur saw Myla flying on a massive sword, her hair hasty with the wind, just like her clothes. She looked gorgeous and much like a hero from a story; at least, Arthur thought so.

She jumped from the sword when she got close to the ground, and then the sword changed to a standard form, a smaller one that she could use to fight.