The Legendary Mage novel Chapter 402

"Just woke up."

"So, you woke up and didn't come to find me. You preferred to nestle in a room with a man for a chat. Are you sure there's nothing... special going on between you two?" Eyla cradled a little fox in her arms. The creature lazily squinted its eyes. Upon seeing Alavin, it perked up, wriggled free from Eyla's bosom, and scampered onto Alavin's lap, sniffing about with a sweet smile.

"Carry on, you two, take your time," Balder said with a chuckle, throwing Alavin a knowing glance.

"Thought any more about it?" Eyla sat down on the bed, cheerfully kicking her feet, her perfect profile accentuating her seductive form, stirring the blood.

"Thought about what? Oh, have you advanced?" Alavin suddenly noticed a stronger aura emanating from Eyla.

"You're at Stage III, Celesse is at Stage III, so how could I not push myself?" Eyla batted her eyelashes coquettishly, every smile and frown oozing charm.

"That's quite fast."

"Peak of Stage III. Half a year to break through to the fourth, and reaching Stage V within a year will be a breeze," Eyla said confidently. It wouldn't have been possible so quickly, but her grandfather had given her a treasure—the Gore Nectar!

The Gore Nectar was donated by Tobin. Jarad had given it to Eyla before he left. A Gore Nectar condensed by an Archmage, its rarity was indescribable. Gore Nectar was incredibly precious, useful not only for magic practicing but also for potion making. However, for Eyla, a Blood Elf in training, its significance went beyond that. Her grandfather had said it would at least help her break through by three Stages!

"Don't look at me like that. The Combat Magic I practice is considered dark arts by some, with its drawbacks." Eyla leaned in closer to Alavin, her delicate beauty nearly touching his face. A subtle fragrance wafted into his senses, causing his heartbeat to quicken. She giggled, "Don't change the subject. What's your decision?"

Alavin shifted back. "Decision about what?"

Eyla's eyes sparkled. "The engagement, silly. My grandfather already mentioned it."

Alavin broke into a sweat, hardly able to fend off the fiery Eyla. "Your marriage should be your choice. How can you let your grandfather arrange it so casually?"

"I've asked Helna, and she's quite pleased. I've asked Celesse, and she sends her blessings. I've asked Mariela, and she rolled her eyes at me."

Alavin was torn between laughter and despair. "You're stirring up trouble. The township's lively enough these days."

"So, you don't believe I asked them?"

"If I choose to marry you, would you really wed?" Alavin suddenly gazed at Eyla.