Princess saw the Blue Dragon Priest standing still, except for the natural flow of magic power on his mask, he was unresponsive. A second or two later, she felt his attention focus on her.
"What's wrong?" Princess was quite grateful for Morocoy's timely assistance. It had always been like this in the past, with other Dragon Priests handling local battlefields while Morocoy opened portals to support everywhere. A feeling of nostalgia arose, and the irritation of being used as bait diminished somewhat.
"It's nothing, my student questioned the efficiency of my spellcasting process," the scholar chuckled amusedly, "He seems to think that an Arcanist like me should have several exchanges of spells before using a Forbidden Spell to defeat the enemy. A spellcaster should be efficient and direct, not like a fighter who blindly exerts force without finding the knack."
As the bait, the White Dragon Priest felt slighted, her voice colder, as if implying something.
