Ivy: "Has the population of Mages decline that badly?"
"Unfortunately, yes..." Tolius furrowed his brows, "and it is imperative that we keep magic going for the sake of the future."
At that moment, Ivy noticed he clenched his fist on the side.
Ivy: "Hm?"
The girl felt strange, seeing that his expression and words were a little overly headstrong.
[Why does he feel so strongly about preserving magic? Is it because he is the head of the mage council?]
She was curious, but she thought it would be impolite to ask, so instead of judging his intentions further, she decided to be more cooperative.
"But how many stones do I have to help purify so that the population can grow again?"
"Hm..." he pondered while holding his chin.
"Based on what we've seen, I'd say... at least this much." he smiled as he raised his palm to the girl.
[Ugh...] she showed an annoyed face, [Not this guessing game again...]