“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. If I enchant the saddle with <Residual Warmth>, both the rider and the horse will appreciate it.”

Lee Han pulled out several practical spells he had learned from Professor Garcia during his first year.  

Ziclin’s horse, feeling the warmth of Lee Han’s magic, neighed happily and rubbed its head against him.  

“Giselle, handle the rest.”

“You shouldn’t waste magic like that,” Giselle said softly, resisting her sister’s order.

It was Wardanaz’s peculiar way of doing things, casually casting spells for every minor need. Normally, mages conserved their mana for critical moments rather than …