"It's time to make ourselves known," Doevm said.
"Understood," Frey nodded and a strange smile appeared, a mixture of anxiety and long awaited release. "Finally."
Thomas's eyes returned to normal as Doevm's mana ran out. "So," the young noble's own voice came out of his own mouth. "That was weird. How are we going to convince a bunch of mages to follow complete strangers?"
A collection of gasps brought the trio's attention back towards the group of students, in the center of which lay an unconscious Trenton. A Demi knelt down beside the instructor and took care of the bleeding with a quick cauterizing flame.
"Why wasn't this done sooner?" The disciples heard Lance ask as they pushed through the crowd.
"He wanted to preserve magic and our limited medical supplies,'' the Demi in question explained. "That, and he feared 'A weak mage like myself' would pass out from the pain."
"So this was a gamble?" Lance asked.
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