Five years later.
"Caw caw caw, young master, where are we going to recruit sorcerer-apprentices today?"
On a massive black flying carpet in the sky, Myna asked Grimm excitedly as he rolled his eyes around, "Young Master, are you really thinking about taking a disciple under your wing?"
This flying carpet belonged to Isotta, typically used to shuttle qualified sorcerer-apprentices around the Black Isotta territory.
Grimm knew precisely what Myna was up to. Whoever that was Grimm's disciple would also come under Myna's care, which isn't exactly a good idea most of the time.
"Stop imagining such delusions, that is impossible."
Grimm replied bluntly.
"Oh…"
Myna sighed in disappointment and stopped talking about this topic. Instead, he started looking down at the human towns and villages that passed by beneath them.
Once every decade, the sorcery academies on the Sorcerer Continent would be open for the recruitment of sorcerer-apprentices.