บท 34: Magic Problems and Zanuba's Leadership

The morning sun gently swept across the gravel road as they continued their journey to the Kingdom of Gama. Piere, still deeply confused about how Alaric used his magic, looked at the man with questions in his eyes.

"Alaric," Piere said, running his hand through his sweaty hair, "why do you always use magic for little things that... aren't necessary?"

Alaric, with a broad smile and a refreshing breeze blowing from his hand (literally, as he had conjured a gentle wind for himself), looked at Piere with a mysterious gaze. "Ah, Piere... you're still young in this regard. Magic isn't just about power and destruction. Sometimes, magic is about the little joys in life." He waved his fingers, and suddenly wildflowers at the roadside began to dance to a rhythm of music that only they could hear.

Piere scratched his head, confused. "But isn't that a bit... excessive?"