The Legendary Mage novel Chapter 169

All members of the Eight Orders had returned to the castle after the championship concluded. Although the matches had ended, the Commanders would remain for a few more days, allowing their Protégés to recover from their injuries before setting off on the long journey back to their respective Organizations. Traveling from Warriors' Vale to each Organization posed risks, and there was no rush to depart until they were well-rested.

The old lord was a gracious host, attending to the Eight Orders Commanders with great hospitality. Generous gifts were prepared, including special rewards for the Top 5 Protégés.

Some Protégés were healing, others were making friends at gatherings, and some wandered the ancient streets of the city.

Now that it was over, there was no need for further worry. After many tense days, it was time to relax.

Many of the city's young nobles eagerly extended invitations to the Protégés in hopes of making their acquaintance.

In his room, Alavin lay on his bed practicing the Restoration Mantra to heal his wounds when he suddenly detected an intoxicating fragrance. He felt a presence nearby. Opening his eyes, he was startled to see Eyla seated on his bed!

Her perfect silhouette, glowing and smooth skin, and shapely legs were clear in his sight.

Alavin nearly had a nosebleed; he felt his body heat up at the sight of this enchanting girl. "How did you get in here?"

"The window was open," Eyla said casually, her legs draped over the bed as she leaned back.

Speechless, Alavin wondered why she hadn't used the main door.

"The Clash of Eight Orders is officially over, and the top five are decided," Eyla said with a teasing smile. Up close, Alavin really was quite attractive.

"Who made it?"

"Darron, Orland, Jackar."

"Who else?"

"Me, my good sir." Eyla kicked off her dainty shoes, revealing delicate feet as she playfully wiggled them.

"Lady Eyla, this is quite improper," Alavin said, shifting uncomfortably to the side.

Eyla giggled. “You’ve been pierced through, and you can still move?”

“It’s just a flesh wound, nothing serious.”

“Let’s discuss something.”

“Go ahead.”

“Tell me the secret of how you absorb the Restoration Aether."

"That's a personal secret."